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A selection of Poetry by Jeanie McBain and others

A Poem By Euphemia Connor

excellent sunset

In The Brightness of Tomorrow

“It’s a road we must all travel, as we journey through our life

When the flag of time unfurrels at the end of all our strife

Then the road runs smooth and wide

Sunshine days seem endless, like an ever-flowing tide

But the road gets tougher and our trouble hard to bear

Till we meet a loving partner our burdens to gladly share

In the evening of life’s story when we view the way ahead

Some regrets of never doing, and words that are left unsaid

Tears and gladness flow together, in a never-ending stream

Always there is laughter in the magic of our dreams

When at last we see the sunset, in the twilight of our years

Yet the sunset lifts our spirits as we near the vale of tears

In the brightness of tomorrow, hope of happier days ahead

In the brightness of tomorrow, and a joyful road instead”

Ma Connor

Euphemia Connor

19th July 1937—27th  February 2014

Euphemia Connor wrote these words in the last days of her life to bring comfort to her family.  We understood what she was telling us.  This fine lady will be sadly missed by all who new her.  May you rest in peace Ma Connor.

 
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Posted by on March 11, 2014 in General, Poetry

 

Grey Skies

When grey skies are all around

And only darkness can be found

All things look so dull and bad

Living a life that makes you sad

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You can’t help the way you feel

Everything feels so surreal

Tomorrow may be filled with dread

What’s going on inside your head

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Depression is a awful thing

 Skies are grey and no birds sing

Joy that seems so far away

Will come back again one day

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These days will pass after a while

Once again you’ll  give a smile

When you conquer that bad day

All in time and in your way

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You will hear sweet birds sing

And know the joy life can bring

And when that darkest day is done

Depression lost and you have won.

In my heart I can see

Exactly what you mean to me 

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A simple smile or tender kiss 

When you’re near my life is bliss 

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Spirit flying like a dove

In my heart I know it’s love

For Poet’s Rally week 53

Poetry Palace Perfect Poet Award

Thank you to Poetry Palace for the award I am very pleased to accept  it.

I would like to nominate June_Butterfly

 
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Posted by on September 28, 2011 in Poetry

 

The Devil and Me

The devil came to me last night

Offered a future long and bright

A lottery win, a pot of gold

If to him my soul was sold

I listened to him for a while

Seeing behind his cunning smile

Fame and fortune he would give

A long and happy life to live

The only price I had to pay

Was to give my soul away

My soul he wants for his own sake

He could only receive he could not take

I stood and looked him in the eye

Beneath a stunning moonlight sky

You cannot have my soul today

It is not mine to give away

 
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Posted by on September 24, 2011 in Poetry

 

A day in Rainbow Land

A short story for Bluebell Books – Story slam week 10 – children’s literature

A day in Rainbow Land

Far, far away in the world of Nod there is a secret place called Rainbow Land.  It is a magical place where animals live in giant mushroom houses.  There is always a twinkling rainbow in the sky and lots of green grass and brightly coloured flowers.

One day Mr Duck decided that he would like to take photographs of this lovely place and all his friends.   Mr Duck began to look for his precious camera and made a lot of noise as he searched and searched around his home.  He made so much noise that all the animals in Rainbow Land started to gather round outside his house.  Mr. Duck was quite grumpy and he gave a loud shout, ‘Where is my camera’?   Mr. Duck had shouted so loud that the mushroom house shook.

The animals outside looked at each other and began to laugh quietly, ‘Oh, Mr. Duck is very grumpy today’, said Roland the racoon.  ‘Yes he is’, replied Sammy squirrel, ‘it looks like we are going to have another fun day with Mr. Duck’.  Everyone laughed; they knew that Mr. Duck liked to think he was the boss of Rainbow Land and that everyone should do what he says. However, things never worked out right for Mr. Duck because the other animals liked to play around and do the things they wanted to do.

Soon, all was quiet in Mr. Duck’s house and Dora deer lifted her head high and said, ‘Here comes Mr. Duck everyone’.  Mr. Duck stood proudly in the doorway of his house; he was holding his precious camera.  ‘Right, everyone, he said, ‘I want all of you in the first photograph together please’. Mr. Duck looked at Dora deer and in a loud voice he said, ‘Dora deer, would you please ask Bella cow to come along and join us, she is in the bluebell field’?  Dora deer sighed, ‘Here we go, she murmured.  ‘Yes Mr. Duck I will go and ask her to join us’. Dora deer walked over to the bluebell field where Bella the cow was grazing.

Bella the cow looked up when she saw Dora deer walking towards her,’Mooooooo, hello Dora how are you today’? She asked.   ‘I am good’ said Dora, ‘Mr. Duck asked me to come and get you; he wants to take everyone’s photograph with his precious camera”.   Bella the cow laughed, ‘Oh now this could be fun, moooooo, let’s go and join in’.  Bella and Dora began walking back to join the other animals in front of Mr. Duck’s house.

Everyone huddled together, to have their photograph taken, well, everyone except Sammy squirrel.  Mr. Duck shouted out in his loudest, grumpiest voice, ‘Sammy squirrel where are you’?   There was no reply from Sammy squirrel he was hiding. All the animals were standing waiting for their photograph to be taken and they were all showing their best smiles.  Mr. Duck looked at the smiling faces and said, ‘Ok, where is Sammy squirrel, you know don’t you?’  No one said a word they all just stood looking at Mr Duck smiling.   Mr. Duck was becoming very angry and he began to walk backwards and forwards to think about the situation.

Suddenly a squeaky voice was heard from the roof top of the giant mushroom house, “Yoo hoo, here I am.’  It was Sammy squirrel and he was waving his paws and swishing his tail.  ‘I don’t want my photograph taken today’, said Sammy squirrel, ‘I just want to paint pictures.’  Sammy squirrel picked up his bucket of pain and his paint brush to let everyone see that he was ready to paint some pictures.  ‘I can paint everyone with smiley faces just like a photograph,’ said Sammy.

Mr. Duck was not happy, he wanted to use his precious camera and take everyone’s picture to hang up on his wall.  He looked up at Sammy squirrel and said, ‘It will only take a minute Sammy, then you can paint your picture afterwards.’   Mr Duck had spoken so loud that Sammy squirrel jumped high in the air and his paint bucket fell out of his hand and slipped all the way down the roof of the giant mushroom house.  “oh no, watch out Mr. Duck,’ shouted Sammy squirrel, but it was too late the bucket of paint landed on top of Mr. Duck’s head and he was covered in light blue paint from head to toe.

Everyone laughed, Mr. Duck looked so funny.   “Grrr, I will get you for this Sammy squirrel, he shouted very loudly, ‘I am covered in paint.’  Sammy squirrel slid down from the rooftop of the mushroom house and started to run. He ran very fast laughing all the way.  Mr. Duck began to chase after Sammy squirrel with his precious camera in one hand and a raised fist in the other.  The rest of the animals were laughing as they watched Mr. Duck chase after Sammy squirrel. It was a funny sight indeed.

Eventually, Sammy squirrel was tired from running and he decided to climb up a tree.  Mr. Duck caught up with him and angrily looked Sammy squirrel in the eye.  ‘Now I have you Sammy squirrel,’ said Mr. Duck, ‘I am going to take your photograph.   Mr. Duck raised his camera and pointed it at Sammy squirrels scared face.  But instead of taking a picture, Mr. Duck began to laugh so hard.  ‘What’s so funny,’ asked Sammy squirrel worriedly.  Mr. Duck could hardly speak for laughing but he managed to say, ‘You look so funny Sammy squirrel with blue paint on the end of your nose.’

All the other animals came to see what Mr. Duck was laughing at and when they saw Sammy squirrel’s nose they started to laugh too. There was a big blob of paint right on the end of Sammy squirrels nose and it made him look very funny.   Sammy squirrel jumped down from the tree and walked away from his laughing friends, he sulked as he walked towards the giant mushroom house.

Soon everyone was gathered round the giant mushroom house still laughing at Sammy squirrel’s blue nose.  Sammy squirrel looked at his paint bucket lying on the ground and he had an idea.   He picked up his bucket of paint and put his paw inside, and then he walked up to Bella cow and dabbed her nose. ‘There you go Bella, now you have a blue nose too.’ Bella cow said, ‘Moo, oh my.’ And then she turned to look at her friends.  They were all laughing so hard that they didn’t notice Sammy squirrel had went round everyone dabbing their noses with his blue paint.  Sammy squirrel was very fast and before long every single animal in Rainbow Land had a blue nose.

Everyone was laughing and jumping around.  Mr. Duck said, ‘Now this will make a grand photograph to hang up on my wall.’ The animals all agreed and huddles together with their very best smiles and bright blue noses to have their picture taken. One the picture was taken Mr. Duck took the photograph and put it in a nice frame, but before he hung it up on his wall he let all his animal friends see it.  Everyone smiled as they looked at the photograph, it was funny everyone had a bright blue nose and a big smile.  Mr. Duck proudly hung the photograph in his best room so that everyone who came to visit can see it.

After the photograph was taken, Dora deer suggested that they have a party; they would call it a blue nose party.  All the animals joined in singing and dancing and having fun. Mr. Duck took lots of pictures. Everyone had a wonderful time and the fun went on for a long time. Soon it was time to go to bed and all the animals wished each other goodnight and then they all went home to go to bed.

The man in the moon looked down on Rainbow Land and all the animals in their beds. He smiled as he saw that some animals had gone to bed with the blue paint still on their noses.  ‘What a wonderful place Rainbow Land is’, he thought, ‘it is always full of fun.’

 

 

Jeanie Mcbain September 2011

Bluebell Books

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2011 in Poetry, Short Stories

 

Monkey’s Adventure

Short story slam prompt week 7

The prompt for short story slam week 7 Bluebell Books

Deep in the jungle far, far away

A monkey looked out from a tree top one day

Banana in hand and story to tell

Of a beach party adventure where coconuts dwell

Out on safari on long winding roads

The monkey did stumble on blues singing toads

This music I like the monkey did say

Well, come to our party it’s happening today

On to the beach the monkey did go

Where elephants danced waving trunks to and fro

Zebras, giraffes and wild lions too

The parrots looked grand in their feathers of blue

Toads playing music from a sand dune

Fish swimming and swaying in time with the tune

The party went on until day was done

Monkey thought his adventure was truly great fun

 

 

Monkey

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2011 in Poetry

 

I rise above you

I rise above you and all the pain you gave

I turn my back on you there’s nothing left to save

I won’t turn around when I walk out the door

And as I walk away our love will be no more

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Red sunsets come and go as days are passing by

Clouds just drift along there’s no more tears to cry

I hold my head up high towards the sky above

I stop and wonder if there was ever love

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The painful memories and tears I tried to hide

That telling look you gave each time I knew you lied

Soon unhappy memories will simply fade away

I’m looking forward now to a brand new day

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Walking along the road on such a different track

I have set my course now there’s no turning back

No matter what you do you can look everywhere

This love that used to be is  no longer there

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Jeanie McBain for Gooseberry Garden week 7 – theme:  love and loss

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2011 in Poetry

 

You’re Gone

I look for you sitting in your favourite chair

But each time I look you are not there

I listen to hear your voice on the phone

The silence is loud, I feel so alone

You left so quickly without saying goodbye

I felt so helpless I screamed at the sky

I see your hat that you wore with such pride

I feel the pain still hurting inside

It’s been almost two years since you’ve been gone

Laughter and memories still linger on

Searching and longing for loving times shared

It’s hard to believe you’re no longer there

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2011 in Poetry