M.C. Newberry on WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 207 of 230: REGARDING DRUG ABUSE
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You're the first thing I ever knew
The first sounds I ever heard
The first movement
Your womb was my home and in it I built my existence
In you I grew and gew
And through you I met myself
I am to you
As the light is the dark
The seed is the flower
The rain is the ocean
Your cells are mine
And through you I exist
You're a w...
Thursday 13th May 2021 8:58 am
Here's a little something i'd like to dedicate to my mum <3
Your smile was warmer than the sun.
A glow that now twinkles amongst the stars,
Every time I look up, I forget all the scars.
I remember our long walks,
All those calls with endless talks.
You were my beacon of positivity,
My foundation and stability.
With every passing cloud,
Thursday 4th February 2021 3:05 pm
small curls so soft
fall in your eyes
wide by surprise
stretch out to me
short pudgy legs
the world is yours
should your heart break
I’ll give you mine
© Candice Reineke 2021
Sunday 17th January 2021 10:47 pm
I watched an episode
of some tv show the other day,
an old lady passed away
while people looked on.
It reminded me
of the day you died,
not so old,
you were still so young,
too young to die,
too soon to leave us,
and I remember
being by your side
watching your body
makes its final fragile moves,
your breath was weak,
and the weakness won.
I cried, an...
Tuesday 10th March 2020 1:53 pm
Mam - Poem by Marie
She left when roses ended bloom
An empty chair a empty room
Tears from the family fell like rain
My mam died, I screamed in pain
You knew we loved you, so why leave
Mam do you watch us grieve
Gone like the roses, dead life no more
In my heart a pain I felt never before
Why mam, why go I wanted you to stay
Just like the roses god take you away
Gone to whe...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:14 pm
I miss you
I miss your overwhelming, overriding knowledge
Your greater wisdom,
I miss you
I miss the way you make me feel dumb and special all at once,
And unworthy and unworldly
And not enough.
I miss you
Not enough years or experience
Not a deep enough depression
Not a bad enough time.
A broken back was nothing compared to your plight
A gun against t...
Monday 6th January 2020 4:32 pm
I'm gonna talk about a woman who I can only describe as my world my universe
my brightest light ..my tonic ..my backbone my nurse
even in black she has more colours than a rainbow
brighter than the moonlight the sunshine she makes the rain go
when I'm told that I'm magic and I'm gifted
it's coz of her though keeps me uplifted
iv been so low
but never solo
she is the light that attracts lig...
Wednesday 26th June 2019 8:59 am
I saw your face today
as I stared in the mirror
It was not before me
but right inside my head
Not me looking at myself
but you holding me in your gaze
The form was clear and true
You were alive to me
Your face filled mine
I became you
for a few moments
felt your mind in mine
the fear of your thoughts
and the power of your emotions
I know not why you
Saturday 20th October 2018 7:11 pm
Granny Hi Tech
My mum’s been posting selfies… at the age of ninety two!
She’s becoming all tech savvy, whilst I haven’t got a clue.
They say a dog can get too old to teach itself new tricks,
But she’s on Twitter, Instagram, even downloads from Netflix.
It all started back at 80, when the tablets which she took
Turned into a new device, a brand new i-mac book.
She logged on to...
Sunday 8th July 2018 4:14 am
She is long gone
So long I have to strain to hear her voice
Down the years
The last thing she said to me though
Clear as day
Like the sun through mists of dawn
An unexpected heartfelt sigh
Two words could not contain more depth
For she was lost to me long before
She left this earth
Or so I thought
Until the parting of the clouds
Friday 1st June 2018 11:11 pm
Not always easy me and mum
But sparks ignite loving hearts
And fire up a love that runs and runs
Firing true for my mum and me
Special relations mums and sons
As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones
Maybe too alike, maybe too different
Sparks just happened along the way
Both too stubborn, both never to give in
But the clashes only stood out, because really so few
Saturday 14th April 2018 1:45 pm
The alarm is set for some ridiculous hour
Just so I have time to shower
Before my little one wakes up bright
Even tho she was up half the night!
Time for hot coffee that I need
Can't live without my caffeine feed
I check my phone to see what's occurred
Out there in the adult world
On Facebook I see what friends are doing
One up a mountain, one canoeing
I also live ou...
Friday 9th March 2018 10:47 am
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .
But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having
to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand.
I live for myself in a flurried world.
Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of cheating my own mind...
It breaks me apart!...
Saturday 2nd September 2017 8:40 pm
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm
Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry
And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay
in any way I can
If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can
taking you apart
they take away a part of...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 10:28 am
An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post
She stares out at me from the page of white -
all pixels, paper, print and phantom eyes,
a child of contrasts under exposed skies
dancing somewhere between the dark and light.
I recognise the features well, despite
the brutal glare of histories disguise.
This archive feature caught me by surprise
for we are separated by times flight.
You are a g...
Saturday 1st November 2014 8:03 pm
She’s a fading flower
Not nearly as bright as she used to be
Though now she shines in a different way
Though she always shines to me
She’s filled with determination,
And don’t try to tell her what to do:
And she’ll do what she needs to do
The day I can’t do my shopping
Is the day I’m finished, she says.
And she eyes me with disdain
Sunday 5th October 2014 8:34 pm
(This was an attempt at a villanelle but I'm not sure if its quite the right structure . .oh well)
I only wanted to help
And when I offered to get you some shopping
It wasn’t me saying you’re not up to it any more
I only wanted to help
Thanks for the cup of tea
But when I offered to make it
I wasn’t saying your tea was bad: far from it
I just didn’t w...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 5:44 am
Monday 16th July 2012 8:18 pm
Sunday 1st July 2012 6:28 am
On this opal morning
I miss my mum.
If she was in the kitchen
everything would be alright.
We’d have plain chocolate digestives.
Dip the smiling edges till
the chocolate melted
warm as love.
In an Ealing garden apples trees
would be clad in pink and white
clothes hang on a sagging line
propped by a cloven branch.
Friday 13th January 2012 6:39 pm
imagining her face
a butter dish
the cow on the lid
is sat on a creamy base
licks of grass growing up its sides
in gossamer tissue
taped at the edges
so as not to give away
all the way home
Sunday 30th October 2011 12:00 pm
Tuesday 2nd August 2011 5:02 pm