Poetry and Creative Writing for All

Dianne Audrey Daniels

My name is Dianne Audrey Daniels, I am now semi retired and I live in a little village in Preston. I started to write poems in nineteen sixty nine as a way of expressing my feelings and releasing my emotions. Writing poetry not only helps you to offload any anger that you have but when there is sadness in your life and you put it into words it helps you to see it more clearly. The most rewarding part of writing poetry is putting all the happy times onto paper and you can reflect on these for the rest of your life. My husband Gerry and my son Darren are my biggest inspiration for me and they encourage me to put what I feel into words.

The first poem that I have chosen to spotlight is called WORD'S, I wrote this poem for my Mother who suffered from Alzheimer's and it depicts the way that some people would talk to her. She could be discouraged or encouraged by Word's, The next poem is called I'LL WALK WITH YOU, and it speaks for Itself.

My third poem which is called NO MORE! was wrote for all our Soldiers that are coming home from war torn countries and it depicts the scars that they carry, my son is one of many. My next poem is a dedication to all the parents that have lost their sons in conflict.

A MOTHER'S LOVE needs no explanation. the last poem is a dedication to all of the victims who died in death camps.

WORDS

Words can destroy the spirit of mankind,
Creating depression and killing the mind,
Words can be painful hurtful and sad,
That makes us destructive, evil and bad.

Words can be loving, caring and kind,
Creating fulfillment and give peace to the mind,
Words can be thankful and use these we must,
That makes us creative, building with trust

Words can sound happy cheerful and glad,
And that gives us pleasure in what we have said,
Words can give hope and encourage us on,
Sending us forward till the task has been done.

Words are important for a person to strive,
The essence of love, the spirit of life,
So use them with thought to the person in mind,
They are a gift to be given, a gift in kind.

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I'LL WALK WITH YOU

I'll walk with you on this journey today,
I'll pray for your soul now you are on your way,
We'll talk about life and the time that was ours,
Love takes time like the growing of flowers.

I'll walk with you while you take your flight,
You've been called up to heaven on this warm sunny night,
You fought for a while, we both knew you couldn't stay,
You left us a smile as you went on your way.

I'll walk with you in my garden today,
While you walk with God, he'll show you the way,
I'll keep all the memories in the good times we had,
I'll celebrate your life and forget all the sad.

I'll walk with you until you reach the skies,
I'll hold your hand, there's no goodbye's,
We'll meet again in heaven above,
And be content forever, surrounded by love.

I'll walk with you in my mind you will stay,
We'll hold onto our thoughts until we meet again,
Content you are now on this peaceful flight,
You are a star in the sky, I'll see you tonight.

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NO MORE

They said never again would our sons suffer,
no more living in trenches with mud filled boots,
They are Soldiers of the past
only to be seen in our history books,
No more fighting in the bowels of the earth
Lying! Dying! In the freezing cold,
Battling in some foreign fields
where our sons grow up and grow old.
As time has past have we forgot?
back on foreign land our sons are now,
They are fighting to survive
the best way they know how,
New is his fight for him to stay free
he's fighting the terrorist but which one is he, 
No bayonet is needed
there's no enemy to see.
No more charging forward! bugles calling
shouting chanting their battle cry, 
Now a lone Soldier walks the ally ways 
patrolling! watching! as his enemies pry, 
Our Soldiers are trained to fight and defend, 
In the wars of today It's a steady hand he depends. 
Never again will our son's see such carnage 
falling In thousands on some sodden plains,
Now they are quietly took out one by one 
so there's time to record all of their names. 
Our sons now come home tired and tormented 
have we not learned from the past? 
There's so many injured and anger is vented 
those bloody wars; they were never the last. 

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OUR SON! OUR SOLDIER

We are thankful for our Soldier's 
for everything they do,
Their strength and their endurance 
is all down to you, 
We think the forces made them 
into what they are today,
But they simply shaped and molded 
what as parents you portrayed, 
As parents you taught him dignity 
you taught him to walk tall, 
You taught him how to stand again 
after each and every fall. 
We forget he was your little boy 
who you sent out to play, 
You probably told him off for fighting 
knowing he'd fight for us one day. 
You must have really loved him 
to encourage him in his quest, 
But you were strong enough to let him go 
to do what he does best. 
Now it's time to remember 
our soldier's of the past 
We salute your Son, your Soldier 
he gave us all his best. 
Today we show them honor 
and honor is sully due, 
But while we're standing at attention 
we salute you, his parent's to. 

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A MOTHER'S LOVE

A Mother she is, sitting! thinking or life, of motherhood,
Holding! grasping onto her memories as she sits by the fire, 
Her arms entwined as she remembers her son,  her child, 
A Mother's need is now past, but is still her desire, 

This Mother yearns in the years that are left, 
Her empty arms ache for the wanting to hold her child, her son, 
A love she has and still wants to give, a Mother's love, 
Redundant as the years have gone, 

Mourning for her child that has grown, 
For her son that has left her nest, 
An unfulfilled void in her life now he's flown, 
She lives with a feeling of bereft. 

She sits watching the flames dancing with her memories, 
Flashing the pictures before her as she tires,  
She watches in the quiet and the loneliness of time, 
Then her son, her child appears in the light of the fire, 

Her aching arms embraced and content, 
Her void fulfilled as her son comes through the door, 
He sits at her side, quenching her need, her desire, 
A Mother she is once more. 

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REMEMBER MY NUMBER! MY PAST

Death! Cold Cold Death,
No emotion, No sorrow,
Just today! This minute, no tomorrows,
No one cares! Live or die,
Just sit and stare
Into death do I,

A name no more, a number am I,
There's no before,
Remember my number when I die,

Lying! Sighing! Hunger pains,
Dying! Starving,
On cold bed stains.

My skeletal frame has had it's last,
No more do I hunger,
I am now past.

No tears shed, no sorrow, no crying
When I am gone,
Will they remember? or know of my dying.

Remember my number as they open the gates,
For me life has gone,
No name, just a skeletal face,

In a death camp was I, a horror of a place,
In a death camp I died,
Remember my number! my skeletal face.

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AT THE END OF THE ROAD

A house there is at the end of the road,
Were a man does live, he lives there alone.
The garden is wild, the windows are dull,
The curtains have fallen, they sit on the sill,
We watch him come, then he would go,
With his pack on his back, he would walk down the road,
He's gone for months, our lives go on,
We'd play in the garden and lye in the sun,
His house is a mess, there's no paint on the frames,
It's an eyesore to us, while we play our games.

The stranger returned, I knocked on his door,
He welcomed me in, we sat on the floor,
I then complained about the house he lived,
As I turned and looked he was unpacking his kit,
This man was no stranger; he was a Soldier on leave,
Don't pity my house; it's an anchor for me,
With sand in his boots and mud on his back,
He rolled out his bed and ate from a pack.

I choose this life; a Soldier am I,
A guardian of freedom, for this I will die,
Don't cry for me or feel for my plight,
Your future is safe, secure at night,
My life is my bond, loyalty I swear,
Take comfort from this; a promise I declare,
I fight for my country; my God is my friend,
I don't ask for more, peace I defend,
There are many of us live, at the end of a street,
Don't judge what you see, wait till we meet.

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Submission Guidelines: Poems of no more than 30 lines in length each will be considered.