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Broken: A Poem By Pete Marshall
Posted in Uncategorized with tags mental health, one shot poetry, online poetry, petemarshall1, poems, poetry, poetry online, thoughts on September 4, 2010 by petemarshall1The Thinker…(A Tale In 160 Characters)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 160 character story, free poetry, online poetry, poems, poetry online, thoughts, writing poetry on August 23, 2010 by petemarshall1for my new tale in 160 characters
Drive By Dreams & Seaside Themes
Posted in Thoughts, Reflections & Observations - A Collection of Poems with tags aspirations, British seaside, petemarshall1, poems, poetry, sea, seaside, thoughts, writing on July 10, 2010 by petemarshall1Drive By Dreams & Seaside Themes.
A British Seaside Town…the reality today just aint cute…my reflection
My New Poem The Grove Is Exclusive On We Like To Write
Posted in Poems That Stand Alone & Stand Proud with tags poem, poems, poetry, politics, poverty, thoughts, writing on June 6, 2010 by petemarshall1The Grove: A Poem Dedicated To A Street Near You.
The Grove – This is my new poem which I have put out exclusive in the magazine We Like To Write. This site is dedicated to writers of which I have become a founding premium member. Please view my poem & come and join me on this brave new adventure…I look forward to seeing you there……thanks as always for your support
The Journey Home
Posted in Poems That Stand Alone & Stand Proud with tags adulthood, family, Growing up, journey, parents, poems, poetry, thoughts, writing on May 29, 2010 by petemarshall1Journeys End?
Posted in My Struggle With Unemployment - A Poetic Journey with tags aspirations, dreams, family, finance, Growing up, parents, poems, poetry, politics, poverty, recession, Responsibilities, thoughts, unemployment, writing on May 16, 2010 by petemarshall1This was the blog I didn’t want to write…..
Having left you all with renewed hope & optimism after our short break, I really didn’t want to come back and report doom & gloom. Thing is when you have too much time at hand your thoughts began to wander & fester & grow deeper…………….
It started well, with a renewed zest, I set out afresh, emailing & telephoning agencies, searching for work on the internet, sending out CV’s, but still no joy. The problem you see is I am up against far too many others with qualifications that blow mine away!
So I sit at home, on the computer, searching & hoping for something to materialise. Trying to find ways to earn some money, which is why I put out so many article on Triond, hoping that at least this might take off!
But the thing is, I am scared, scared of going back & scared of going forward…..
What will life hold for me? As long as I am off I am not securing a future for my family. The mortgage is on interest only so I am not repaying it. But what do I do? I owe it to my family to earn an income, but the job I was doing meant 12 hours a day plus. To earn a salary that I was earning I will have to go back to this & this is what I am scared of!
Being unemployed has helped me find a person I thought had long died & now he is awakening & I don’t want to lose that. I am most certainly at a crossroads & as I think & let my mind wander I grow deeper in doubt about what it is I can now do?
Writing wont bring me a fortune, no publisher is knocking on my door, Triond wont help, so what am I, what is left?
This is the blog I didn’t want to write but I have & it hasn’t helped.
My following poem is really a reflection of my inner thoughts at this stage, its deep, it ponders but it doesn’t answer, it just dwells……………..
Journeys End?
I struggled down a beaten coast
Whilst wind & rain besieged my mind
Yet through the clouds the sun would shine
A glimpse of hope for outstretched hands.
I pray for times to clear themselves
When thoughts are free from troubled woes
But as I feel a change in wind
My journey’s cut in staggered throes.
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And as my love holds on so tight
To dreams of age that bring a smile
The fear of now that grips my mind
Is beat & broke amidst denial.
I felt the wind cut through my bones
As rain soaks through my weathered coat
And storms ahead have gathered strength
That threaten tiles upon my home.
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I rush inside to flee the rain
To face a mirror standing proud
I glimpse to look within the glass
Yet see the pain upon my frown.
I spite the truth so buried deep
That cuts the mote beyond my gaze
As fears are fought in battles lost
Whilst punished times will always stain…….
Maybe I think too much, maybe I dream too much? Maybe I just want more than I am capable of & havent, as yet, accepted that I’m not as good as I thought? Or maybe I have & knowing that I’m not is what scares me?
Without belief we are nothing. this is the blog I didn’t want to write………………………………..
Reflection
Posted in Thoughts, Reflections & Observations - A Collection of Poems with tags adulthood, art, friends, Growing up, love, Lust, poems, poetry, Responsibilities, thoughts, writing on April 21, 2010 by petemarshall1In youth I’ve glimpsed
But with age comes constraint
Days disappear as I stay in time.
Yesterday I played
Outside with my friends
Today they are gone,
Dead, alone….
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A black mist swirls
And tempts my anger.
A bloody heart squeezed
Tight in my fist.
An unquenchable thirst
A desire to lust
To be free to enjoy
To taste the delights…..
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But then I play,
Its yesterday,
Outside in the yard
With my friends……
The Old Church Hall
Posted in Thoughts, Reflections & Observations - A Collection of Poems with tags art, Growing up, poems, poetry, thoughts, writing on April 21, 2010 by petemarshall1The Old Church Hall
Where once we prayed
Now stands as flats
And concrete graves
And on the green
Where once we swayed
The trumpets blew
As bandstands played
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Now scorched & broke
And tagged by youths
At night they come
In hooded groups
And thirteen years
For some is old
Who’ve sold their life’s
For alcohol
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And older boys
With acne face
That fumble girls
Where once was grace
And bursting sacks
That strewn the place
And hardened boys
That court disgrace
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And in the bushes
Amongst the shrubs
These children laugh
Where once were cubs
That used to meet
In the Old Church Hall
Where Akela’s spell
Would capture all……………
HMS Leigh
Posted in Poems That Stand Alone & Stand Proud with tags art, duty, honour, london, pier, poems, sea, ships, soldiers, thoughts, war, world war 2, writing, WWII on April 21, 2010 by petemarshall1If only for peace his swan song sighed
Amidst the gallant yet frightened few
With weary bones a heavy heart
Beat might when spied the resilient wharf
For ships who berthed they uttered words
In thanks for land upon this sea
As storms would rage to shatter strengths
In triumph our pier had welcomed thee.
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Like those who’d trod its solid beams
And left these shores to honour King
Behind them stood our naval borough
Whose people echoed valiant deeds.
For ships that harboured off our shores
And streets of London prayed for calm
Forget we not our honoured task
To protect this land in air & sea.
The Park
Posted in My Struggle With Unemployment - A Poetic Journey with tags art, family, finance, parents, poems, poetry, politics, poverty, recession, thoughts, unemployment, writing on April 18, 2010 by petemarshall1It’s funny how a bit of sunshine can bring a smile to your face. As spring warms the day suddenly the sound of children laughing & playing fills the air. Days like this are special, out come the bikes & off we go, a family as one, to the park.
It’s also strange that as you let your mind drift & wander whilst lounging on the fresh mown grass you start to notice the difference between the haves & have not’s. When money & work was in abundance you took it for granted but now, no matter where you are & what you do, you cant help but notice it, the little things in people’s behaviour. You start to ask, who is more hard up, the person without work whose children are free to play without constraint or the person that’s trying to keep up the appearances of success?
It was on a day like this when I wrote the following poem, The Park;
The Park
Ahead I see The Avenue
Awash with trees & fiscal cool
That slopes on down to drifting seas
Beyond the park & buzzing scenes.
On bright warm days & cloudless skies
The park is filled with cheerful cries
And adults play their willowed game
As ball hits bat in Graces name.
A family gathers amongst the shade
Out comes food & lemonade
A ball is kicked by budding stars
The sound of skates upon the path.
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Where children see their school time friends
And parents form their social trends
An ice cream melts in gentle hands
And stains the dress bought on the Strand.
A child falls & rips his jeans
His tears are real for precious things
And parents scold whilst others tut
The price of fun is far too much!
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But in the fields where lepers play
That come from streets along the way
Where kids run free in nothing clothes
As parents meet & boundaries grow.
Bonds are made and friendships set
Ice-creams bought but not in debt
Whilst those that sit in higher fields
Prevent their young from social ills
And look out on The Avenue
Awash with cash & solitude
That slopes on down invitingly
Beyond the park & home for tea.
Finding work suitable for my skills has been slow & coupled with rejections when you do find something this can be a bitter blow. Sometimes you need days when the sun shines & the kids are at home so you can escape, just for a while, and let your mind rest…………………………