RELIGIOUS LOVE
(UNPUBLISHED)
A purple haze is all I see,
Hovering in front of me,
Worlds apart we stand and still,
I feel my heart will overfill,
Love and joy, I'm finally yours,
I feel I've walked through heavens doors.
By Claire Piwowarski
SHUT UP!
(UNPUBLISHED)
Some people just go on for hours just don't know
when to stop or when to take a breath as if what they have to
say has to be out in a second flat or it'll be forgotten forever
which is not the case, they even talk in their sleep as if they
haven't said enough and when they write something down the pen
just flows on and on until there's no ink left to write with,
although I think if they had it their way they'd write in blood
just so they could finish what they were doing, and do you know
that what they have to say or write usually only has any relevance
to them and the person they're telling or writing it down for
aren't the least bit interested they just listen or read to
be polite I mean do you know anyone like that I don't!!!
By Claire Piwowarski
NOWHERE MAN
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK, "INSPIRATIONS FROM YORKSHIRE",
EDITED BY DAVID FOSKETT)
I'm in a mind trap,
A trap so deep,
No-one can dig me out,
I'm ready to leap,
Into oblivion,
No emotions, no care,
Into something totally blank,
All I can do is blink and stare.
I see no movement in my eyes,
No colour, no object,
Just desolate memories,
Meaningless ones I must protect.
What am I supposed to do,
In this hypnotic trance?
No way out,
No real substance,
Help, I'm in a mind trap.
By Claire Piwowarski
SWEET INSANITY
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK,
"A TIME TO LAUGH",
EDITED BY HEATHER KILLINGRAY)
I travel down roly-poly lane,
To get to the marshmallow train,
I run down liquorice allsort street,
Enter gingerbread house and take a seat,
Switch on the telly, watch strawberry fair,
Get up and brush my candyfloss hair,
Tomorrow at work in biscuit towers,
I'll wrap up toffee for simply hours,
On my break I'll watch the brandy snap boats,
And wait for the men wearing white coats.
By Claire Piwowarski
NIGHT MAGIC
(UNPUBLISHED)
Night creeps over the world
Like an animal looming over its prey
Darkness represents solitude
I long for the light of day
The dark brings unknown fears
Shadows make frightening shapes
Sunshine uncovers reality
Stopping the moonlight japes
There's time at night to ponder
About what the future brings
Nightmares and sweaty palms
Stop when the first bird sings
Darkness covers secrets
Some people are scared to see
Is the dark of night good or bad?
It's a magical mystery to me.
By Claire Piwowarski
UNTITLED
(Unpublished)
How do I begin to write
The words I have to say
The days go by so very fast
The future's in my way
Companionship is all I desire
Someone to call my love
So far love's been cruel to me
Hit me like an iron glove
I hold no hope for tomorrow
When will life go my way
Perhaps I'll find love in the next life
I'll find out for sure one day
By Claire Piwowarski
THROUGH THE EYES OF HIROSHIMA
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK, "DREAMS GONE BY",
EDITED BY THE POETRY GUILD)
I see years of hard work in their eyes,
I see pain and sorrow,
Death and demise,
I see tears of confusion,
Drop to the ground,
I see atom bombs fall,
Yet hear no sound,
I see clouds of gas,
Yet I do not choke,
I see children fighting,
Through walls of smoke,
I see masses of bodies,
Sprawled out on the ground,
Who could have done,
Something so profound?
Claire Piwowarski
LITERATURE LEFT TO ROT
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK,
"TRAVELLER'S MOON",
EDITED BY ALAN WHITE)
The book lies alone on the shelf,
Gathering dust with age,
Forgotten to be packed away,
Left to rot with leather-bound rage,
Every so often a breeze lifts,
And the pages flutter down,
Making a cloud of choking dust,
Which settles on the ground,
A dim light shows its faded colour,
In the empty silent room,
The book lies silent on the shelf,
In the everlasting room.
By Claire Piwowarski
A MOMENTS THOUGHTS
(UNPUBLISHED)
Inhale
Liquid sadness runs through my veins
I feel I'm behind invisible bars
I sit and watch the busy world go by
Feel like I'm watching from Mars
My mind just seems so far away
It's difficult to explain how I feel
Anger builds up confusion inside
My temper's my Achilles heel
I aim to control the thoughts in my head
I aim to diffuse the ticking bomb that makes me snap
Silence and time to think to myself
Will find me the exit to this trap
I'm drowning deep within my head
Losing myself, fighting for understanding
I need to reach a tap and let my feelings run out
Make my own happy ending
But it's hard when all around you
People have their own mixed up minds
Why add to a growing pool of confusion
I'm paddling in all the time
An escape is not always easy
This is the story of my life
The same repetitive feelings twentyfour-seven
But there's light at the end of the strife
Tomorrow's yet another day
And tells yet another tale
The future's bright people tell me
So now I can exhale
By Claire Piwowarski
