I Miss You – Poem


Miss You Pic

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You’re happy & well, I hear

Yet, I miss you… I so miss you, dear

Yesterday, I was instructed not to show my tears

It has only been a week, but it felt like years…

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Yet, I’m not allowed to say I miss you

They say if I speak I’ll offend a few…

‘You’ve got to be quiet. You’ve got to be strong!’

They say it so loud without saying a word

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Yet, I miss you like

Flowers miss bees & bees miss their honey

I so love you like

Banks love their fees & like bankers love money

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Boy, I miss you like

The world misses lies & like God misses men

And I love you like

Writers love stories & like stories love to end

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My hands need your skin

My nose needs your smell

I miss you & miss you & it feels like hell

And I want to cry, and I want to yell

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Yet, I stay silent, although true to me,

I just need to wait. I just need to be…

Without you, except in my memories

Hoping that I won’t have to wait centuries.

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Story of a Broken Friendship


Have you ever lost a friend?

Well, listen to the story about an umbrella which had lost a very good friend and really took it to heart. This story has a happy ending though. 🙂

Sometimes, when friends leave it is only to make space for the new ones. Yet, the umbrella had to go through stages (sadness, anger,  grief and forgiveness) to be ready for the new friendship which was just around the corner.

Be encouraged by “The Story of a Broken Friendship” which I’ve recently shared with the “Live and Unplugged” audience in London. Thank you for having me, Live & Unplugged! You were a good friend. 😊

The video is a little shaky ☹, but the audio part is really good, so I hope you enjoy it. For the written version of the poem please CLICK RIGHT HERE if you like. B Encouraged 

Story of a Broken Friendship


umbrella and girl

Once upon a time, a fine umbrella was left behind

It happened so fast, a man jumped on his train

Forgetting his fine umbrella

That had sheltered him from the rain…

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Umbrella laid motionless on the station’s bench

Frightened it would be picked up & thrown in a trench

It was closed, no longer open, very very sad –

Unable to understand why life got so bad

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It remembered the early days of flaunting its price tag

 “Wait! You have forgotten me! I’m not in your bag!”

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Questions and a guessing game forced it to contend

Yes, okay – during a strong wind I do tend to bend,

but I have been good to you. I am a good friend?

Could you please forgive me? I’m sorry I bend 😦

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Confused, emotionally drained,

Silence feels so loud…

The umbrella bursts in tears

Whilst its sadness turns to wrath

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“I’ve been there for years & lasted through many a storm!

Why have you abandoned me?! Did I not conform?

Will you now exchange me for a friend that’s fake?!

You know how they are – tiny winds & they break!”

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The umbrella’s heart was broken & needed to mend,

so it wrote a ‘goodbye’ letter never to be sent:

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‘Though I’m truly sorry our love had to end

Thank you for our time together

You were a good friend

I pray the Sun shines

When you’re off that train

I pray you are not alone at the time of rain

I wish you another faithful and a solid friend

One that wouldn’t break, although it might bend’

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The end.

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Oh wait, wait, not yet…

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A girl sits down on the bench to wait for her train

She looks up & thinks, ‘No doubt, it will rain.’

She picks the umbrella up, with joy in her eyes

She opens it up & flaunts it in front of the skies

 ‘I’m back in the game!’ The umbrella thinks & smiles. 😊

♥♥

About a Girl who Never Smiles


Dama (2)

There is a girl who never smiles…

Her skin is flawless and her lips are smooth

Oh yes, there is always a man by her side

He seems to adore her, she remains aloof…

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This man worships her and her flawless skin

And he loves to love her dependence on him

Yet, although a master in the art of enticement

There is still no rest for her tired soul….

She needs a lot more than she can get from a boy…

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So she drinks his life just to fill herself

Yet, the more she takes the emptier she gets

So now she provokes him to use and abuse her

filling up her emptiness with drama and pain…

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She becomes a woman, a lover of sorrow –

A slave of wrong touch, a slave of wrong words

Soon, she disregards the way she was made

and begins to swing from a boy to a girl…

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They call her a man eater and a femme fatale

She becomes unconscious from all of her lies…

She reaches the place where even her face

No longer hides failure of her mother Eve…

Where her own mind starts tormenting her

Yelling “Your blood might be positive…!”

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Desperate for answers she gives drops of it away

Then, she waits for a piece of paper to decide her fate

Now, she prays a little prayer – a prayer of tears…

Negative! The paper says. In and out, she breathes…

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She is ready… to be one with a man of her own…

She is ready now to be with him, and to let him go…

Although her desire is still shy and silent

It is heard and is granted by the Most, Most High

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They are drawn to each other

She becomes His wife…

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To her, he is not a cushion, nor a fashion statement

To him, she is not a toy, nor a sexy girlfriend

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They are made from the same and true spiritual soil

She belongs to him… He’s the One for her soul

And He is her husband, and she is his wife

She may look like same old her, but… I saw her smile.

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For More Poetry like this please see my book ‘Do Lend Me Your Ears’ Here 🙂