Allsorts

There was once a wren called Gwen
With a friend named Hen
Hen ate seeds
The wren ate beets
They both lived in a den.

I am a redwood tree
The humans cut down my society
They made toys for dogs
Out of our logs
I just want to be healthy & green.

Smoke, smoke everywhere,
Nitrogen in the air
Put ask drivers behind the bars
Crush up all their cars
Then we’ll have more air to share.

A student may close their eyes and cry.
Though they can open their minds and fly.
With road to great wisdom nigh.

Fun is life
Enjoying themselves
But their time was over

My bestie is the best
From East to West.
She buys me food even when
She is not in the mood.
She is cool
But sometimes she acts like a fool.
My bestie is a flower
With a lot of power.

There once was a bunny
called Sunny
Who loved to go to the park
except when it was dark.
She is also quite bright.

I pull at my eyes,
For too much they have seen,
A world too dark,
Too cruel – it’s bordering obscene.
The horrors linger,
Etched in my restless mind,
A thousand nightmares,
And only one way for them to be left behind.

With trembling palm,
I rip,
Tear,
Pull my eyes out,
To silence all this agonising doubt,
For sight had led me to witness too much,
Things too deep,
Things I couldn’t trust.
And now I long for endless, eternal sleep.

No eyes, no pain,
No world to see or fear,
Just dancing shadows and silent whispers,
Far or near.
I’m in darkness now,
And I hold my tongue and peace,
Where all the worlds terrors,
They finally cease.

Floorboards creaking,
I am freaking on a silent night.
Wind so loud not giving up without a fight,
Though I say not so polite.
It WASN’T a silent night
The hail gave me SUCH a fright,
I wonder when nightmares end?
I guess it all depends.

When I grow up I will be a teacher
Teaching tasks too
I will show my students where to use the loo
Pens, highlighters, rulers too
Come to school and I’ll teach you
Our class bunny, he is funny
Bob is his name
It’s not me you should blame
NO NEED TO SOB
AS A TEACHER IS MY JOB

Floorboards creaking,
I am freaking, on a silent night.
Wind so loud not giving up without a fight.
My dog is sleeping ever so happily.
While I’m here ever so sadly,
Staring at the windowpane.
I wonder when the nightmares end.

I look at the river beyond my eyes
To look at the stories that lie deep inside
As I see the daughter of the great holy mother
Her name is Mother Earth

The seaweed, like hair of the mermaid
The shells, a home to the crabs
They all make one thing, the daughter
Her name is Majestic Water

Staring deep into a clear frosty lake
Seeing the reflection of me
Knowing there is something off
Not just a cold and a cough
Something deep inside of me
Like I’m getting washed over by the cold sea
A new feeling dawn’s me
A feeling sharper than a key
The overwhelming thoughts surround me
The sound of buzzing like bees on a shopping spree
The feeling of the light grass tickled my legs
The sight of spiders building their webs
The moon disappears and the sun rises
A new day begins
A new feeling and fresh new me
The reflection of me reappears as I see a new version of me