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Word Tennis

At Love – Fifteen! He threw the first
Insult over the fence
But she came back with two more words
That had left him feeling tense

Thirty; Fifteen! They carried on
Shouting and yelling so
Their words aimed deep at each across
The net all to and fro

Forty; thirty – more battered hurts
Were served and hit in turn
But she remained a point above
And still intent to burn

She took another shot at him
To beat him; take the game
Word tennis; not a pretty sight
No winners; only shame!

Tennis ball on tennis court.

Tennis ball on tennis court.

Transitions

They sat there in assembly
All lined up neat in rows
Pressed in new blazers; some quite big
That hung down near their toes
With shirt sleeves rather massively
Extending past their arms
And trousers rolled up in great folds
Heart’s pacing; feint alarms

The new kids all awaiting for
The head to come and speak
The first day at their brand new school
Yet weather rather bleak
For in the hall an eeriness
A grey mist hung in air
No word; no sound; no squeak nor squeal
Just something strange right there

Then he appeared; through curtain’s veil
To take up centre stage
In robes of academia
A man of some great age
And started to address them
In tongues they did not hear
Peculiar! Yet in all truth
Most were just bored to tears

Some even dared to drift off in
A stupor; some did snore
And Jo Bloggs twice fell off his chair
And landed on the floor
But even he did not expect;
Pre-empt what then he heard
A flash; a bang; a mighty crash
And then a throng of words

Like voices in a football crowd
All flying overhead
A mass of noise; commotion and
A sense of creepy dread
From where they came; he did not know
But like mammalian
The headmaster revealed himself
A Martian Alien

“Right Now!” he said
“You listen up” he spelt in words so clear
“You lads are at my school from now”
“The start of the school year”
And you will do as I will bid
In line with Martian Law
Enlist; behave and follow me
Or feel my wrath and more”

He bellowed on and on and on
Jo Bloggs, now wide awake
Felt damp to say the very least
And in his boots did quake
What place was this?  Where had he come?
Why could he not escape
Yet rooted to the spot he just
Stood still to gawp and gape!

He couldn’t move; he couldn’t think
Entrenched by freaked out fear
So much for his Mum’s pet talk that
Said “you’ll be ok, my dear”
“Oh, no!” he sighed “What should I do?”
“Dash out or stay right put?”
But still be found he was stuck still
And couldn’t budge his foot!

He wriggled and he squirmed around
He wracked this brain and mind
Contorting body, arms and limbs
To twist and skew – unwind
But then the spotlight found him
It pinned him to the post
Illuminating everything
Those things he dreaded most

It showed the inner thoughts he had
The things he’d hidden from
The worries that he’d just not faced
Left pounding like a drum
The things he was concerned about
Anxieties and fears
But now in alien spotlight
He had other ideas

For how he wished he’d talked them out
Prepared well in advance
Thought all about the things he’d done
To give himself a chance
“Help! Help!” He screamed! “Help!” said a voice
A voice from deep within
And slowly all the noise did cease
Where silence calmed; not din!

Not din nor word, for hush had come
The light and glare was gone
And Jo Bloggs realised that this had been
A nightmare all along
And from that day, that little chap
Took heed of thoughts in head
Lest they might come and spook him out
When he was in his bed!

Postscript:  I wrote this thinking about how we deal with change and how anxieties can creep in when we don’t face them.  Fronting up to those fears, facing our mountains seems to me to be the best way to help them crumble.  This poem is written in the context of a young boy facing the transition to big school.  It’s a time when children have to face up to big change in their life – for some maybe the first big change they’ve had to do on their own.  Helping them talk about their fears, face up to their worries and prepare them for that transition helps them make the move a whole lot easier.  Isn’t that true for all of us?  You know what they say it’s all the preparation.  So I hope we will all have the courage to face our aliens before they face us.  Every best wish.

Teens

They said the teens would sometimes be
A trial; a testing time
A time when doors were slammed in face
And moods would rock not rhyme

They said that attitudes would be
Perplexing at the least
That from such sweet and charming child
Would rise pubescent beast

They mentioned that all speech would be
Replaced with teenage grunt
That hormones would then wax less wane
And surge unchecked rampant

They said to batten down the hatch
To put an armour on
Against the throws of teenage might
When thy will not be done!

But therein lies the issue
For in the teenage years
The will becomes a sticky thing
A battle of ideas

As young minds learn to realize
What makes them think and tick
Their values; not those of their folks
No longer ruled by sticks

A time where pure autonomy
Becomes the thing that they
Harbinger after and crave for
Save each and every day

A time when they take up the wheel
To find a pathway clear
Where wise parents help read the map
But let their teen then steer

Where cars still have dual brake systems
Yet just one set of gears
And plans and dreams stretch out ahead
Reigns loosened year on year

So when they say the teens will be
A trial; a testing time
Take heart for it is not always
And can be just sublime!

Teens sharing earphones, listening music outdo...

Teens sharing earphones, listening music outdoor. Summer time. This image is taken from SCA’s international report Hygiene Matters 2010. For more info, please visit http://www.hygienematters.com . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Social Chameleon

He’s one of life’s chameleon’s
A skilled social actor
Concerned with who he will impress
Acceptance manufacture

He self-monitors carefully
To be acknowledged; to fit in
Obsessed with how others see him
To step into their skin

Their hearts, approval, be what may
He’ll change; accommodate
The people who he’s mixing with
So that they think he’s great

He’ll take his cues to see just what
To do, to say, to be
The social chameleon at large
Amidst society

I photographed this feral Jackson's Chameleon ...

I photographed this feral Jackson’s Chameleon on the island of Maui, Hawaii. Rich Torres, Burlingame, Calif. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Secrets

What are your secrets?
What are your lies?
Who are you hiding from?
Why the disguise?

What mask are you wearing?
What skeletons prowl
What deeds are uncovered
What deceit lingers foul

What fear holds you hostage
What good does it do?
What emotional shackles
Deplete the confident you?

Secrets

Reciprocity

Release young minds of those who live
Enslaved by adult will
Protect their heart, their lives, their wish
Autonomy instil
And grant them peace and comfort path
The way we’d wish it be
Safeguard their feelings and passions
And give them liberty

For children who are held constrained
By academic chain
Or by the power of autocrats
Who drill them and then drain
Won’t flourish into citizens
Who live responsibly
But bear the brunt to carry on
Their lives quite miserably

So free their minds, release them do
Encourage and inspire
The younger generation to
Grab life and so aspire
To walk a path paved in respect
With love reliably
So they will in turn do the same
In reciprocity

Emotional Abuse

You constricted and contained me
Confined my will by yours
You held me hostage for a lifetime
Suffocating; shutting doors
You blinded me; you stifled me
Suppressed me from within
You anchored me to your ways
To ensure that you could win
You couldn’t stand to lose at all
Nor could you just let go
So emotionally you kept a check
To limit me you know
You bound me with tight ropes
Invisible though true
That held me; took my freedom
Everything was about you

But now I sing a different song
That plays off brighter stave
A bird with wings no longer clipped
In essence I’ve been saved
With a spirit now released and free
With choice there in my flight
No tethers to your grappling ways
No leash that holds me tight
And you?  Why I care I don’t know?
But sad you seem so lost
Unable to see what you’ve done
The price; such high a cost
For now you pay your penance
How much? Nobody knows?
For the truth that rumbles deep within
Won’t sleep or find repose

And my prayer?  I pray you’ll recognize
I pray you’ll see just where
You went wrong and will never do
Those things again – beware!
I pray that I will have the strength
To rebuild; to survive
To live the life I’m worthy of
One where I will then thrive
And then I hope you’ll disappear
From the contents of my mind
Instead being replaced by thoughts
More wholesome and more kind
For life is for the living
Not the dead as you made me
For though you took my soul captive
I now claim liberty!

Emotional Abuse

 

 

Smiley

There’s a twinkle in your eye
A smirk across your face
A dimple in your cheeks that shows
The best of human race

A smile so broad and wonderful
It makes me want to grin
The contagious delight that means
We all then win win win!

Smiley from the sMirC-series. smiling

Smiley from the sMirC-series. smiling (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Control

Control!  That thing that makes us feel
Empowered and then in charge
That lets us feel so safe; secure
To then steer lifespan’s barge

The essence of a well-planned path
The way we want to go
The rhythm and the rhyme we think
That keeps us in the flow

The means to level saliencies
To keep all in a line
In tow with how we’d like our life
To wander and be fine

But likewise it can easily
Destroy! Manipulate
Usurp relationships and cause
Disruption and much hate

For overbear and hold the reins
On other’s destiny
And there will be a price to pay
That control can’t oversee

The negative of what is right
The windward side of slope
The scree of broken lives that are
Devoid of love and hope

The fear of what might thus prevail
When flexibility
Replaces rigid, firmer soil
With freedom’s territory

So be the master of your soul
The author of your mind
And have the courage to let each
Do as they are inclined

Control key on an Apple wireless keyboard

Control key on an Apple wireless keyboard (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Beware Of the Biters

Beware of the biters and nippers
The ones who take chunks of you
Who tear at your fleshy emotions
To pierce the peace out of the blue

Those chompers who think it is OK
To nibble and get in their teeth
To expose raw feelings and passions
Revealing a wound underneath

And those who gnaw in with their gnashes
Who think that they are really tough
In fact need a toothy extraction
For enough is just really enough!

Apple with a bite taken out of it.

Apple with a bite taken out of it. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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