Sunday 1 July 2012

Wish Me Luck..


This weekend I have been mostly writing to web sites / search engines / blog sites / magazines / publications in the hope of an opportunity to write a short article in relation to either Writing and Poetry or a more personal article about Life, My Children and Osteogenesis Imperfector (Brittle Bone Disease) 

Obviously I wont receive any payment (just yet) and I’m well aware that these sites probably get bombarded with stuff but I am very optimistic plus I’m gathering knowledge and learning from the experience.

The hope of being given a chance to contribute a written piece to be published no matter how minor it may be is spurring me on. My aim is to hopefully make this into a part time career but it’s early days yet.  

I would be extremely grateful if anyone has any Information regarding websites / blogs / magazines that look for article writers and that are relevant to the subject matter above.  (There are various other topics that I would like to write about but for now I prefer to stick with the subjects that I feel most confident in)  

Sending best wishes to you all.

- Darkestangelica -

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** In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity **
(Albert Einstein)

Tuesday 26 June 2012

" Precious Times"


If I don’t find the time – to mop the kitchen floor
Will anyone  remember will anyone even care?If I can’t find the time to patch that hole that’s in my jeansthe answer is simple..  I’ll just put on another pair.The dust can sit just there and wait until tomorrow It’s causing no one any harm it wont lead to any sorrow.If my day’s too short to bake a cake then I’ll buy one from the store,slice it up and share it out keep popping back for more. I’m always here to wipe a tear or kiss an injured knee.
Hoping not to miss those moments.Watch my children shriek with glee.I want to read a story and for them to read to me.For if I fail to stop and chat or maybe even listen                                                                                                                           precious words could then go silent – unspokenbig blue eyes may lose their glisten.There’s always lots for us to do and even more to say. Looking at a flower, a crawling bug, chasing rainbows in the sky.Discuss the things that we have done a chance to share our day.Ten years from now it will not matter what kind of car I drive.And big or small’s irrelevant for the house where we’ll reside


I know the world’s a happy place for both me and my children

I Stood By Your Bed..


I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew … in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.
(Unknown)

Sunday 17 June 2012

Instruction Flows - Wisdom Grows


- In loving memory of my dear Dad who passed away - 11.06.2004 -
- Happy Fathers Day Dad -
- I miss you everyday -
- I hope I’m making you proud -




** Many times did you tell me that when you were gone
I was to pick up the pieces be strong and soldier on.


But what you didn’t mention a tiny detail you forgot
Is things are not that easy..  Ignore all emotion I cannot.


At times it seems the world has come to rest upon my shoulders
Head spins around my hair is curled,.. Life stops, blocked by heavy boulders.


I attempt to recall all the things you did teach
much younger back then worries where far from my reach..


‘Hold your head up high and always be strong
never let it be known when things start to go wrong’


‘Have a firm hand but a gentle touch
Use force as a tool but never a crutch’


Bite your lip before you cry
always tell the truth and never tell a lie.


Be a good girl take care of your nest
always make sure you’re doing your best.


Make strength hard to shove then stick out your chest
show feelings, express love, patience may be put to the test.


Of your family and Self you must always be proud
Stand out be a leader don’t follow the crowd.


Teach you girls goodness and your boys to be strong
tell them roads that are worth taking may be roads that are long.


I only realize now how right you always were
some days it is hard going yet the years pass by in a blur.


An old man giving lectures Is all I had thought
There were lessons to learn and lessons to be taught.


I grasped one here,  I grasped one there
as you practised your preach from that tatty old chair.


I didn’t realize then that you were on my side
sharing all your wisdom you where helping to guide.


I wish I would have listened more when you were still alive
yet what I learned from all you left.. makes sure I will survive.


I'm thanking you now although I know It’s far to late
I’ll be sure to thank you properly when we meet again


at heavens pearly gate **




Note:  Some of the above content is not my own wording. Over time due to tweaking and adding my own words I am now unable to state exactly the words that I wrote from the words I did not.

The Regime


* Caution: Content may offend) *


Not a matter of choice
born in to this world
I’m silenced by voice.
Not a craze nor a fad
this life is for eternal
No freedom to be had.
Dedication to the cause
we share the same belief
by embracing ‘The Society’
from burden comes relief.
Torn again from sleep
sadistic rituals enforced
Now a major focal point
A valid opportunity to boast.
I believe in the Devil
I’m true to my word
No angels will save us
No souls will be spared.
If there was a holy man
a kingdom full of heaven
No evil cult or sinful sect
would harm a child of seven.
‘Our Leader The Great One’
who’s Looked up to with awe
Is the Devil himself
dictating his own law.
This demonic disorder
is what binds us as one
Strict regime is the order
fear commands it be done.
Abiding by rules and
bizarre like behaviour
We worship ‘Supremacy’
‘The Adversary ‘Our Saviour.’
Married into ‘The family’
to lead a life of manic harmony
Is where I shall reside
till self requests for death.
become far to tempting to deny..  

Let Me..


Let me know when I make you proud and help me to have pride in my own accomplishments
Let me earn your trust, then trust me!. I won’t let you down!
Let me try my wings, If I fail let me know it’s OK.. encourage me to try again
Let me know you love me, with a hug or a pat on the back
Then when I need it with a firm but gentle “No.”
Let me be, let me change, let me grow
Let me tell you when I’m feeling bad… or angry, even at you…
Let me know that even on my worst days you still love me
Let me dream, share my joy when my dreams come true
Share my tears when they don’t. Let me feel secure in my home.
Help me realize that love is always there. That I can depend on you no matter what.
Let me run … let me laugh … let me play.
Most of all let me be me..  A child!


~ Anonymous~

Puppet Master




Spread the word
venomous toxic breath
promises portrayed
with zealous conviction
You are the’ Puppet Master’
Inflicting deadly poison
for those not yet aware
Your septic soul
where it began
an evil crusade
manipulating beliefs
half-truths.. mainly lies
tainted thoughts
corrupting minds
shameful slander
malicious mayhem
deeds of destruction
over shadows ignorance
You are the truth
the way and the life…

Strong Spirit


Full filling our lives for almost four years
always making us laugh to help stop the tears

Your attitude to life engulfs us with pride
No sympathy wanted..  pity placed at one side

Your stunning blue eyes they sparkle like beads
revealing a determination with the will to succeed

I turn my head away from you racked with feelings of shame
Why can’t I be like you’
I want to scream and shout but there is no one to blame

You’re teaching me the way and helping me to find
that inner calm that you posses a welcomed piece of mind

You know how much I love you.. You know it’s cos I care
what you’ve been through already is put simply..  so unfair

Such a sensible boy with the strength of an Ox
If I had my way you’d be packed safe in a box..     :)  :)  x

A hero is someone who’s granted a gift enabling special powers
This describes you my son so blessed that you are ours

Always wearing a smile with a face full of hope
you never cease to amaze us with your ability to cope

I promise to always guide you help you follow your hearts desire
for I know you will achieve your goal to which you do aspire

Unity



Lost in our peaceful and tranquil accomplished state.
We drift along symmetrical lines, genuine soul mates.


Never before have euphoria I felt happiness and harmony from this warmth I could melt.
We are the ties that together do us bind.
Fitting pieces to a puzzle, we are one of a kind.


Gone is the void that stole away our youth.                                                                                                                                                    
Made us tell lies when we knew what was truth.                                                                                                                                                                 
No more abuse on our bodies no tricks played with our mind.                                                                                                                          
We unite as a whole, an alliance, togetherness combined.


Our eternal love is so strong for each other a force to reckon with we are to discover.                                                                   
Though partners of equality we have chosen the same path.                                                                                                                        
Wishes are granted without need for such wrath.


Our display of solidarity is mapped out for all to see.
An everlasting bond neither one of us will free.
Drawn together by attraction the seed of compassion has been sowed.
Standing hand in hand teetering on the brink awaiting welcomed promises together we bestowed.


In unison ‘ forever and never shall we part’.
Our words echo amidst the dew top mountain side as our bodies crack and crumble against the unforgiving merciless black tide.

Befriend Her ( A dose of cheeky light relief )


~Yes.. I am the great pretender~


Immersed deep within my splendour
whilst it’s highly probable I’ll offend her
when my intention is only to defend her
from the rather butch looking contender


~ who thinks she’s in with a chance ~


You see sex is definitely not on the agenda
after a boozy fueled weekend, a mad bender!
On which it seems I was rather rude to the nice bartender


~ who only wanted to have a dance ~


Now I’m hoping that I can mend her
safely enabling me to send her
to the nearest late night vendor
even if a tenner I must lend her..  
made worth-while for services I shall render


  ~ as upfront payment in advance ~

Set Sail..


A ship with no sails (1)    ( 20/11/2011 )


Entering unknown territory
Everyone has a dark side
Expressing inner thoughts
Exploring creative writing


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A ship with sails (2)   ( 07/04/2012 )


Encouraged by my critics
Excited for their mum
Embarking on a journey
Experience..  I have none
Enthusiastic energy laced with passion, traits you’ll see
Expressing raw emotion the desire to achieve
Effective liberation allows words to flow so free
Establishing the write to say these words have come from me
Eccentric thoughts
Emotional greed
Engaging in fantasy
Empowered by need
Exotic imaginations tell the most elaborate of tales
Eradicating any doubt this ship now glides with sails


* It is far better to set sail within the company of others than to set sail alone*

Sail Away...

Misplaced Key


I have spent some time away from here due to recent family events, when I got the chance to put pen to paper last week I discovered to my horror that in my absence I seem to have lost my mojo.


Inspiration is not really a problem I have lots of that.  There is no flow to my writing. The results are just a  mish-mash of good ideas that I'm simply ruining.
When I first started to write it became like a type of therapy for me … An escapism! Whilst I was enjoying my creative streak I was bowled-over to also discover the benefits of belonging to a great community of like-minded people.  
I don’t want to be left out of this loop…  
I would be grateful of any tips to get me up and running again. Thank you x   :0)


The following was written in frustration. I decided to publish it because it’s the only piece that actually makes some sense amongst my growing pile of papers.


It is a vicious circle from red right through to purple      
Painted rainbow is the colour making lives we lead much fuller
Don’t write me off I will be back for inspiration is not where I lack
No written verse can I complete no paragraph can I make meet
The words are there on various pages though the time it’s taken seems like ages
Outlined ideas that are eventually appearing make no sense there is no feeling
Impatiently I am waiting for the key that does unlock the nightmare that I'm having..
This is ‘My Writers Block’ 

 I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen any keys! 

Sunday 22 January 2012

Paper Tiger


Whilst your thoughtless intention to full fill your desire
Is to dance once again with the devil, play with fire.
You bring shame and disgrace to the foot of our door
all stops now! this instance, you’ll mock us no more.
Immoral intrusion brought about by your greed
forsaking all others with your self obsessed need.
Yet your arrogant front displays flaws, a fake essence
flaunting badge of honour, perhaps the ‘ignorance is bliss’.
But we know, don’t we Sir, we know it’s not true
as a man you lack the courage!.. oh yes Father that is the real you.
Declaration to no other, unanswered questions for your son,
avoiding any blame for all the damage that you’ve done.
The actions that you follow are those chosen by a coward..
Off you go now Daddy Dear, no need to dance, now run…..

Monday 2 January 2012

A Sinister Act



No recognition of face
as if never before seen


Sheer disbelief at words spoken
whilst hearing his claim
Unexplained lack of evidence
concludes - no proof left for trace
Stripped of all hope
hearing words we did fear
Driven suddenly by rage
the need for justice so clear


Time may have elapsed
yet the anger is still raw
Recalling smug faced grin
self assuming.. above law
No name prides him now
not worthy of title
For acts of pure violence
no sane mind can allow
Over sized frame
built heavy- thick set
Before- hand when noticed 
sheer terror caused huge threat


'Time served' for his crimes
makes no difference to us
Slapped wrist, behind bars
was no way enough fuss
Skulking in the underground
since banished from above
Life amongst the sewer rats
is still deemed far to good


A Monster, a demon
a murderer of soul


Apt terms for notoriety 
when headless corpse unveils..
Sinister acts of sweet revenge
A reversal of the role