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We walk in the steps of a nation Wrought in anger- Of past deeds Which we leave undone; For the future to pick up. 3rd February, 2010.
Poet and Writer! Sing as well! "Words of Obscurity; Words of Meaning" (Charlotte Fawdry)!
We walk in the steps of a nation Wrought in anger- Of past deeds Which we leave undone; For the future to pick up. 3rd February, 2010.
What is done I cannot change, No matter what They are written in blood forever; So I cannot forget And must continue to regret. Every day forever It trails after me- And I quake as it draws nigh.
He walks amongst the Paths of Inspiration To the finality of the stanza. 29th January, 2010.
My salvation will come At the hour of my ascension And there I will learn Of my eternal future: Confinement or Freedom. What will He decide. What is His plan for me.
A collection of writings That tell my story to all those Who take the time; To pause and look- And thus reveal to my creation.
Fast approaching, Branches swaying- The storm to extinguish all life But one. The purest life of all- Was saved from everlasting fate With Death fast approaching; The time to turn back- Too late.
My story has been told- Throughout the world for generations.
Goodbye may seem forever; Yet it is only for a single moment. With each step away Feeling as though a reeling rope threads over my fingers.
My hands direct- The story of my making. The one that I begin; The one I end. In faith fire water The stone drops down, To rest- On the grey metallic land: Earth. 9th January, 2010.
My heart is calling- Calling out at the pain I hear, Before me they tramp Lowing at voices seen, Through the Light of Earth. Blood regenerated; Re-freshened walk.
The tempest winds be blowing In the dark of a winters day Drawing nigh- Over the wind-swept moors To leaves crisp; With the dying day. 9th January, 2010.
Walking through the graveyard; I see- Death stomp serenely past me, As if gliding He will come again To the doom of Earth's cry.
We walk so far, And yet seem to get nowhere. We create, But only bad comes from it. Why do we not stop. Take a single breath- And think again about the succession of our world.
Our time with you Here Has lasted long- In my mind- An has been fruitful With our friends, We have made A pleasurable October. With laughter And tears Which wrench the Heart from within.
Maybe I have had enough Maybe the time has come for me- To shut my eyes and see My future hanging bare in front of me. Simply decided; Cautiously designed Chiselled from the very granite of my mind.
To be taken to Heaven; Delivered from pain- With no fear pervading my every footstep Glistening print upon the path.
It's finished, Over Complete. Never to be touched again.
Ok. So carrying on this theme of Walt Disney films which include references to Renaissance Drama - 'The Lion King II: Simba's Pride' v. 'The Merchant of Venice'. Both mention 'pound of flesh'.
Hate 'Hamlet' watch 'The Lion King' Wednesday 16th May, 2012.
The Sun be shining in my World. Be the Sun shining in your World. Tuesday 15th May, 2012.
Ambiguity lies behind every corner; the truth behind the brick wall. Tuesday 15th May, 2012.
So confused, Fading away... Into Light- Of the rushing day. Already so momentous; Flowing faster with each stride. Looking back I see- The future staring- Blankly back at me. 17th November, 2009.
Death is our release Via which we let go- It delivers us forever From the shimmering past; On into the open future. Giving us no pain, Only harmony and faith to live by each day.
Such a small thing In a tender place Lies thee To behold, But never see. 2nd January, 2010.
Today I was taken By Death, Away from this world. 11th November, 2009.
The things I once loved about this place, Have been dashed against the rocks. Never to be seen again.
The flag flies high Signalling the end of day. Fluttering gently in the wind As if in answer to the Bird's call- Left, right, left, right And still gently fluttering.
That is what I hear now as I sit here waiting. With pen poised; Ready to write. And the second hand moves slowly round, Reaching the twelve and signalling my beginning.
Myself and I alone, on the craggy cliff edge. Gazing down upon the ghostly glare. Was myself and I to jump. Into that raging blackness. 'Why?' myself and I ask.
It was the glimpse into a nightmare... Or was it a dream. Which reflected That which I already knew- Though could not believe true.
Life on earth is our practice round for what is to come..
The truth is revealed Through the looking glass, It tells us a lot: What we hate; What we love, But always the truth.
Why cannot we just remain children. Why do we want to grow up so quickly. There are very few benefits Stemming from age!.
So many years have passed, I have changed from the person I once was. Grown in mind and body, My age and wisdom renewed..
Perpetual darkness, Forever blue In the morning shimmer of stars..
The pen lies bleak upon the page, The roots carved deeply into the Earth, The eyes seek the Unobserved..
The poppies crumpled in No Man's Land. They wilt beneath our feet, Dazzling us in their vibrant rays Stretching radiantly from the soldier under the bare earth!.
The promises I had from you Were today, Shed to pieces. In the desolate bleakness of my mind I contemplated...
The greatest of all people Was the one who risked his own life for me. He sung the song Which joins many in worship. Lifting the people In His Holy Hand; Together As one we stand.
The river reflects the future of my past But the mist shrouds my knowledge. I creep through my life, Remaining unseen..
My heart is heavy, On the eve of your passing. Away from us you go, Forever further. Walking smoothly; serenely past your memories- In which I live on.
What will I become. Will I grow old alongside the others of my race. Or will I remain, To be withered and haggard by grief of watching Waiting for my time to come.
I think of you, When my hour has come. To leave forever, It just can't be done. However, I must go Over the top Further away from you than ever.
This is for you, The one person who holds Such a special place in my heart. The honour, love and respect Which I feel for you Cannot be expressed in any way, Form or shape.
Wrinkled like a world That has seen so much destruction, Like which we have never known!.
They say 'All you must do is believe And you can do anything.' But what if they are wrong. How can they be so certain. When I myself is so unsure, My vision clouded; Blocked.
The darkest hour. It warps our world Once night befalls us A small mighty country That faces much discord From those daylight hours. In unrest.
A good book is there To show us who we are; What we want to do, Our dreams and desires The pages unfurl Like our lives, As we travel upon the winding trail..
*Last day of Year 11, GCSE, 2009 Another year gone by at New Hall. It is time again for us to depart, Some to return; Others to fulfil their destiny.
Shadows swirl through me, Howling roaring whistling A dull marching tune. The energy is building Fast and furious fast, Fast and furious As a river running by. The gush gallops on, Never stopping....
To compose a melody Is to create your own path..
*For those who are lost in their mind due to grief and pain. What words can be said to those. Those who have lost loved ones Those in fear Those at war. What thoughts pass through their heads.
It is the start of a new chapter, Going our separate ways, But holding onto the memories. So turn away, But look back occasionally Our thoughts go with you.
There is a message behind the stained glass window, We pass by and barely see The light shining from your eyes, Scorching, burning!.
Love's true softness Begins with a tender kiss. Much is received from such a small package/source Wrapped in the paper brown bag of feelings and emotions!.
Here I am alone, Alone at the steps of Saint Paul's Wondering why. Where. And how to get there. My destiny has been decided for me, My fate could be sealed.
Why fight fire with fire, When you can douse it with water. What is the use of trying When you have tried a hundred times.
Obscure, like I am, Like words in an untouched book The pages unturned; A mystery unfurls. Speak not of my deeds, But yet of my faith Tears on a parched page Leaves as crisp as words.
Suffolk girls reach inter-county finals By Tony Garnett Thursday, October 4, 2007 2:00 PM SUFFOLK girls reached the Midlands final of the under-18 inter-county championship when they beat...
For the second year in a row, a team of County Juniors beat the Aldeburgh Ladies in their February half term friendly scratch match, this time by the margin of 3 ½ to 2 ½ .
Tene Virtutem=Keep hold of that which is good..
Lourdes- A place of pilgrimage Is something born witness to by many; Proving an incomprehensible experience, Just as the Lord, God Himself.
First they came for the communists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.
•Piss pots and (bloody, bloody) brandy. •Twallop. •Calm, collected and compo-sed!!!. •Confu-sed.com.co.uk. •Voluntrobia!!!. •Toodlepippies!!. •Squiddle (Rob Durdin)!!!!. •Fablosous!!!.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead.
Again-A time of valor. A time of whispered events, Now faded with the passing years..
It was the day Jack had hoped would never come. He was sitting on his bed stroking Hamish his dog behind the ear. Hamish was a friendly Great Dane and his very special friend.
As the eagle flies Upon the moon filled sky; And the sparrow joins in the hallowed hall of darkness- The sun rises in East.
So here I am. Poised on tiptoes- At a crossroads: One leading to a grand adventure; The other leads from the past already ground and etched in stone.
Poetry of an Age- Half forgotten under the ice, That has born us from the brunt of our births. It's sound is deadened in the mystery within.
We few- We happy few. We band together and share a single moment- All at once; Gone in the fourth, the fifth. By Charlotte Fawdry Wednesday 12th October, 2011.
To Choose is to make a Choice. I know some will say: "Well that is obvious!" But - When one actually - Stops; And - Thinks - Is it now as obvious as was originally bethought.
Aslan, 'the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea' = Metaphor for the Sun. The Sun is always seen beyond the horizon..
Row upon row Of houses. I stare over their smooth tops- As the Sun sets in the distance, behind. They have black rooftops With chimneys pointing strong.
The rolling water toll- Just as the Kingdom Bell rings. It is bright and fresh In the Silver Morn; With the wind soft and singing.
Cleaving through the Water of the Sea- The Ship makes it's Path On the magnitude: The Sea. Friday 13th April, 2012 Charlotte Fawdry.
The Branches of a Tree- They are stretching out to thee. All arms reaching; Attempting to pull you closer to me. Can you not see These arms outstretched. So long And so straight.
Going into the mist- As did the Dead Soldier-Child. 20th March, 2012.
As the eagle- Flies above us- In the sky. I walk here- Below. Upon the untrod Path of St Patrick. Possession takes hold And a light is lit ahead. There are ripples- Upon a shadowy nighttime pool.
The Power of Words- Is this time, Not as strong as that from my Heart. We leave behind a place- Which holds a special place in our Hearts. And all it be, Is an island- Made of sand.
Blackness parches my soul A deep pool cleaved in the middle, Rooted to the base. It sits austere. Un-nameable to me, It is me that this mood dost consume. A deep blackness- It doth fill my mind.
There is a tale behind every looking glass, Which, if you tug, will- Open onto the view hidden/obscured behind. Friday 9th March, 2012 Charlotte Fawdry.
I saw the light go out in those eyes- Only once. But that was enough for me- As it told me more than any around could divulge. 13th December, 2011 Charlotte Fawdry.
As the sky clears in the morning, It points to a new day. Of freshness And roses; And of going my own way. The morning sky- Is turning Slowly- From: Dawny grey to pale morning blue.
Watching the world go by - I could be, almost invisible, But for one tiny problem - I am not. I see quite plainly what occurs in this world. I seem to see more than others see.
The whole world seems dead to me in my Victors. It sneaks in at the back door. Looking for one way to go, But turning the other. All I see is snow. 10th February, 2012 Charlotte Fawdry.
Looking out from afar. It is I, that I witness in the distance. I stand alone; Unique, But then I do seek to pervade that Shadowy Dark. It is I out alone - Upon those mountainous, Off-cut peaks.
A momentous Lady - Sat upon our throne, England's throne. Monday 13th February, 2012 Charlotte Fawdry.
As the Sun - Peeks over the roofs and chimney-tops. I sit upon a bus on my journey home. A chilly day it has been. But a pleasant one to be seen. 19th January, 2012 Charlotte Fawdry.
In the Sweet Silence of the Morning Clear- The Dew creeps back from whence it came. The Birds' morning-song chimes out like the peel of the distant Church Bell- Ringing out the Midnight Morn.
Music like the night, Envelopes all but the most starry of Mights. Filled with hope - at Distant Dreams - I long to Chant - the Song to Midnight-Moons. Oh.
"Come on Jack. You will be late in a minute. Come on. I have to drive you all the way to Trenaghan before driving to the airport to pick up Mother and Father. So hurry up!" cried Lia exasperated.