How she cowered in the corner, as she waited for the sound
Of the turning of the handle and his boots upon the ground,
She tried hard to think of something to remove the awful dread
Of the one who kept her captive, of the voices in her head,
That kept saying she deserved it, she’d been wicked in her past.
And she cried out for her freedom, that her nightmare wouldn’t last.
But her hope had almost vanished as she huddled in her cell,
Every day a constant torture, every night a living hell.
All her dreams now turned to ashes, all her self-worth stripped away.
There was nothing left to live for, slowly dying day by day.
How she trembled as the footsteps now ascended to her loft,
And she waited for the screaming, but the voice she heard was soft.
“Precious one, do not be frightened. I have come to set you free.
You will never more be troubled, dry your eyes and come with me.
I will take you to better place where there is no more pain
And I promise you, my dear one, you will never cry again.”
So she went with Him to heaven and she left this world behind,
Where they found her lifeless body, an appalling , shocking find.
And they whispered “What a tragedy,” and muttered,” What a shame.”
But they very soon forgot about the girl without a name.
And although the news of girls like this was growing every day
All the people grew desensitized and soon forgot to pray
For the twenty seven million who are held against their will,
Who are used for man’s depravity, the numbers growing still.
And the people thought,” How shocking, but there’s nothing we can do.”
And a voice screamed out from Heaven,” World, her freedom starts with YOU!”
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Another deadly sin
The cocoa bean is innocent. It’s man that makes it sinful.
I can’t just eat one little piece, I eat it by the binfull.
There’s milk, and plain and bitter sweet, each on it’s own is lawful.
But I can’t stop, I eat them all, I give in and it’s awful.
Oh, bitter sweet is heavenly, and plain is just divine.
And fruit and nut cannot be beat; I eat it all the time.
Pure chocolate is wonderful, so why am I complaining?
It’s just, and I’m ashamed to say, I’m useless at abstaining.
A bar of chocolate in my hand I’m like a beast that’s grazing.
And every single greedy bite is totally amazing.
When they bring out a new delight I feel that I’m in clover.
And so my clothes are far too tight, my bra cup runneth over.
Oh why do the confectioners keep making new creations?
And try to make another sweet to add to my temptations?
They gather the ingredients combined to sheer perfection.
And make the ultimate in sin…immaculate confection.
The leaf
The leaf fluttered down like a wounded bird
But before it touched the ground
The wind caught it up in a merry dance
And it spun the leaf around.
It rose and it fell and it glided on
And turned circles in the air.
It cried to the wind “I owe you so much
I knew I was born to fly.
For all through my life I have felt confined
With my life stuck in a tree.
But now at my end I can be content
For at last my soul flies free.
The Bobblyboos
The Bobblyboos didn’t wear any shoes
For their feet were all made out of leather.
They thought this was good for it meant that they could
Play outside in whatever the weather.
They all loved to go and stay out in the snow
Till their feet were so cold they were freezing
And when they were numb they would giggle and hum
For they found the sensation quite pleasing.
And don’t ask me why they were happy to dry
Upside down with their feet in the air
The wet from their toes dripping down past their nose
Ending up getting stuck in their hair
The Bobblyboos liked to go for a snooze
In the morning around half past seven
They’d take off their clothes and curl up in their toes
Did I mention each foot had eleven?
Their mother would ask when they finished a task
If they wanted a sister or brother
And if they said yes well I bet you can guess
If they did she would knit them another
I have to explain if they played in the rain
For too long they would shrink and get duller
Their mother would cry and then get out the dye
And restore both their size and their colour
But one fateful day when they went out to play
They decided to roll on some gravel
The littlest rolled and the other went cold
For they saw he’d began to unravel
They called out in fright at the terrible sight
As their brother got smaller and smaller
Their mother came out and she let out a shout
“I knew I should have knitted him taller”
She picked up her son where the wool had undone
And she hurried away to re-knit him
And though she was kind It popped into her mind
That instead of a hug she should hit him
With jubilant cries and restored to full size
The young Bobblyboo joined the others
And went out to play for the rest of the day
With his hundreds of sisters and brothers
And this much is true, they learned what not to do
And they never let reason dessert them
From that day to this, they were careful to miss
Any sharp nasty thing that could hurt them
Stopping time
The clock stopped dead at half past four,
The time that Steve died in the war.
The bread and cheese were cut for tea,
And we all prayed for victory
Before we ate we stood to pray,
Not knowing Steve had died that day.
We prayed that God would stop the war.
Just as the clock struck half past four.
Our son, nineteen, so full of joy,
To fight for country, still a boy,
He’d been called up one month before,
And died that day at half past four.
Whilst in a field, far over sea.
Whilst we were sitting down for tea.
There would be tea for him no more.
The bullet struck at half past four.
How many lives were lost that day?
How many futures blown away?
How many hearts would beat no more?
The clock’s, and Steve’s, at half past four?
No more we hear the clock bell chime.
Like us, it ceased to know the time.
Like other casualties of war,
For us, time died at half past four.
Rays and rainbows
Rays
When no sun can be seen in the sky,
And the day is at it’s blackest,
When the storm is raging over head,
And you are buffeted about in the wind.
When all around you is being tossed by the gale
There is always a silver lining waiting in the wings.
As the clouds pass above you, remember,
The sun is still there, although out of sight.
Waiting to shine down on you,
To warm you and light your way.
Be still, when you least expect it,
There will be a gap. However small,
It will be big enough to reveal a ray of light.
A promise of the calm to come.
A reminder that the sun is never far away.
And also remember this.
As the sun is hidden behind the clouds,
The rays are a promise of the hidden sun,
They are a pale shadow of the Son of God.
And He too is still there, unseen, waiting to shine upon you.
Sending out rays of hope to a desperate world.
Rainbow
Do not love the sun and yet run from the rain.
Don’t bask in your happiness, wallow in pain.
Remember I’m with you wherever you go.
And I send the rain to make every thing grow.
I’m crying there with you each time that you weep.
And through times of testing your roots can grow deep.
So dearly beloved, when skies appear grey.
Remember, the rainbow is not far away.
Random kindness
Practise random kindness and senseless acts of beauty,
A gentle word of comfort, a kiss before goodbye.
Take the time to listen and spread a ray of sunshine,
And give the world a present to leave before you die.
Life is but a journey, each day a new beginning,
So paint the sky with laughter, no matter where you are.
Share the pain of others and never be judgmental,
And speak in gentle whispers, a prayer can travel far.
Give when least expected, a rose has many petals,
So scatter them before you wherever you may go.
Keep each doorway open and leave a candle burning
And shine in people’s presence and leave a welcome glow.
Learn to be forgiving, be there when others need you,
And in a place of darkness find how to spread the light.
Know the more you’re giving somebody’s load is lightened
You’ll find the world you live in will fill you with delight.
Listen when G-d calls you and hear what He is saying
And open up your heart to the One who is to come.
And if we all obey Him, then heaven will be closer,
And that would be my wish for the new millennium.
Love on the rocks
The penguin is a loving soul,
He only has one wife.
He takes a fancy to a bird,
Then sticks with her for life.
They wander over craggy rocks
And catch fish in the sea.
They frolic over sandy shores,
As happy as can be.
And when it comes to mating time
The female does her best,
And sets about collecting stones
With which to make her nest.
So many penguins gathering
So spare stones may be few,
And if she hasn’t quite enough
What is a girl to do?
And here this tale of webbed feet bliss
Becomes less black and white.
For Mrs has been known to stray
When hubby’s out of sight.
But don’t condemn this clever girl
‘Till all the facts are known.
She’ll only love another male
If he gives her a stone.
How like the female of our kind
This won’t come as a shock.
A diamond may be girl’s best friend,
But penguins love a rock!
Incompatible
He’s untidy…I am neat
He’s aggressive…I am sweet
I dress smartly…he’s a slob
I wish he’d get a job!
I’m polite and he is he is rude
I’m genteel and he is crude
He is Labour, he is Tory
All the books he reads are gory.
I like giving…he is mean
He drops litter…I’ve gone green
I play Chopin…he plays noise
He stays out drinking with the boys.
I speak softly…he just yells
I love bathing…yes…he smells
I move quickly…he goes slow
He isn’t very nice to know
I am truthful…he tells lies
He is foolish…I am wise
I am gentle…he is rough
And I’ve really had enough
He is lazy…I’m his slave
I just want him to behave
But when all is said and done
I have to love him…he’s my son!
Here in Africa
There’s a place my heart belongs,
Land of sights and smells and songs,
Poor man’s rights and rich man’s wrongs
Called South Africa
Orange skies and turquoise sea
Rolling hills of greenery
Vast majestic scenery
Glowing Africa
Wealthy whitewashed bungalows
Olive trees in perfect rows
Vineyards where the nectar flows
Rich South Africa
There’s another kind of sea
Spread as far as eyes can see
Lives of pain and poverty
In South Africa
Townships where the poor reside
Hovels squashed in side by side
Scenes which mark the vast divide
Here in Africa
Forty homes, one lavatory
Rotting food, unsanitary
This is not how life should be
But it’s Africa
Beds sleep three or four or more
Others have to use the floor
This is truly being poor
Real South Africa
Roofs of corrugated tin
Cardboard walls or wood worn thin
When it pours the rain seeps in
This is Africa
In the searing heat of day
If inside you bake like clay
Try to swat the flies away
Hot South Africa
When it’s cold inside you freeze
But at least it kills the fleas
Someone help these people please
Cries South Africa
Yet inside this poverty
Lies a real community
This is one big family
Proud South Africa
Lynne Bradley 