Just as I thought I would be spending more time writing, I seemed to stop and find myself totally immersed in the whole country - baby - new friends and new business thing. Quite frankly I've been too exhausted to bring you along on the journey so far and I sincerely apologise, but hope I can make up for it. I'm sure the new wallpaper strips will amuse you and the strange customs will enlighten you, at the very least...intrigued? Well...
It all started when I decided to go along to a 'Peace night' at what has become my favourite and indeed almost only shop I frequent in Wellington - Nurtured by Nature. An ethical and organic shop, with an acoustic cafe and complementary therapies and really lovely staff!
People were invited to come along and read a poem about what peace meant to them. Not a great number of people turned up, but we all sat around a table and shared our poems and thoughts. It was a magical evening. A real mix of people and interesting ideas. I did something for myself that evening, breaking away from the world of caring for my little family, I found my voice again and used it.
This is the poem I wrote - it needs to be read out aloud. It's all my own work, please contact me if you want me to come and perform it along with some other gems I've written, that can even be sung. We sang this at the gig, but that's another post...
Peace of my Land
Agro! Agro! Agro!
I grow vegetables in my garden
Peace Peace Peace
Peas, broccoli - purple sprouting, courgettes and marrow
War! War! War!
Watering my garden every day brings such
Peace Peace Peace
Sweet peas, marigolds, forget me nots
Army
Ah me cabbages have been eaten by slugs
Sudan
Sit down and let me tell you all about it
Israel
It's really a bad year for runner beans
Iran
I ran after the rabbit that nibbled my salad leaves
Nazi
Now see the way the artichoke leans
Afghan
I've gone and re-potted all the house-plants
Religion
Really gently opened out the roots
Soldier
Sold you some of my best tomatoes
Jew
Do you remember your first fruit?
Peace Peace
Piecing together a potted history
Rioting! Rioting!
Writing about what peace means to me
War! War!
Walked across the neighbour's field
Peace Peace
Piss off my land, said he.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Monster Price For Gold Competition
This is random. I received an email about this competition where you have to write a post about something you are passionate about and thought, why not? A chance to win £250 should never be sniffed at should it? Please click here to go to their site and vote for me to win! Pretty please, it depends on me persuading YOU to vote, so go on, lots of times, every day please, you know you want to, the winner is the person with the most number of votes by Monday, so get clicking!
One of my life passions is writing poetry. As a child I remember being told off for talking in class and having to write a poem about Autumn. It was about 30 verses long and went on and on. I'm not sure why I wrote so many verses, perhaps it was to annoy the teacher, but it sparked a passion that would be a life-long friend.
I've had some of my work published. The first time that happened I was so excited. Something about seeing your name in print is so satisfying. When things go wrong it can be the best way to get your emotions in order and sort your head out. No room in the house is without paper and pen.
I've turned some of my poetry into music, working with an old school buddy to create an album called 'Hidden'. When I lived in London I would always have a notebook with me and write poems about anything and everything. That was how I wrote the songs for Hidden, using extracts from all my random ramblings in various journals. Now I sing to my son, making up silly verses to make him giggle.
So please, dear reader,
Do what you can
To vote for me now
Then I'll tell you my plan
To set up a course
Where people can write
Expressing their feelings
However they'd like :)
Poetry is a gift, it's a lift up into the sunshine on a rainy day, it's a hug when you're feeling lonely. It can bring so much joy and you don't need a degree to write it. I'd like to set up a poetry group for people to come together and find a voice with which to express their emotions and share their experiences.
Click here...
please.
One of my life passions is writing poetry. As a child I remember being told off for talking in class and having to write a poem about Autumn. It was about 30 verses long and went on and on. I'm not sure why I wrote so many verses, perhaps it was to annoy the teacher, but it sparked a passion that would be a life-long friend.
I've had some of my work published. The first time that happened I was so excited. Something about seeing your name in print is so satisfying. When things go wrong it can be the best way to get your emotions in order and sort your head out. No room in the house is without paper and pen.
I've turned some of my poetry into music, working with an old school buddy to create an album called 'Hidden'. When I lived in London I would always have a notebook with me and write poems about anything and everything. That was how I wrote the songs for Hidden, using extracts from all my random ramblings in various journals. Now I sing to my son, making up silly verses to make him giggle.
So please, dear reader,
Do what you can
To vote for me now
Then I'll tell you my plan
To set up a course
Where people can write
Expressing their feelings
However they'd like :)
Poetry is a gift, it's a lift up into the sunshine on a rainy day, it's a hug when you're feeling lonely. It can bring so much joy and you don't need a degree to write it. I'd like to set up a poetry group for people to come together and find a voice with which to express their emotions and share their experiences.
Click here...
please.
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