PAIN

Pain, pain, please go away,
don’t return on another day.
Let me be! Let me sleep!
Let me heal, no tears to weep.

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015image

Falkland Wool – An Acrostic Poem

Faded red bodice, years passed by

And now consigned to history.

Lady in red, long fronds rooted in the ground.

Kindness offered to British soldiers,

Long line yomping over the island

Armed with guns to kill the young Argentinians

Nothing left but blood, stained red

Draped over a headless woman’s body.

Would you want to wear the dress?

Oh! Feel it’s soft wool enclose my limbs.

Or would it’s living blood, dying blood,

Leave you as cold, as clammy as the grave!

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015

CAT WOMAN

We called her ‘cat woman ‘ with nothing but love and affection.

Cats came from every part of the neighbourhood to receive their daily tid-bits.

Sometimes I thought her own cat was jealous, but he too enjoyed the company.

She gave all her visitors, names; my two she called ‘Blacknose’ and ‘Pirate’,

Even after she knew their real names, Riley and Rio.

I first got to know Barbara through a conversation with her daughter, visiting from Greece.

Also notes attached to Rio’s collar when she was worried about his ‘poorly paw’.

Then we exchanged phone numbers so I could report on Rio’s progress at the vet’s,

Barbara had a little stool so Rio could sit at her side and share her breakfast yoghurt.

He was always the first of her visitors, coming in through a window she opened for him.

He was always the final visitor at night, enticed out with a piece of ham

And strict instructions to go home to your mummy which he did,at 8.30 on the dot!

At Christmas my cats always received their presents.

Barbara duly despatched one of her daughters with something nice for me!

I used to call round for a chat, we became good friends.

As she proudly told me stories  I felt like I knew her family too.

Poor Rio misses his second mum and spends more time at home.

He follows Riley around like a little lost soul.

I believe that Barbara passed over to the Summerlands,

Where she can still watch over all her beloved cats.

Oh Barbara Cat Woman you are so sadly missed,

Yet you would chide us for our sentimentality.

So I ask God and Goddess to bless you and keep you safe.

May your memory live on in the hearts and minds of those that love you,

Human and feline both!

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015

OLD LADY OF THE TRAM?

Life is full of change, good and bad. How you cope with change defines you as a person. Losing my mother when she died (20/08/2015) and my son (29/10/1998), has been so difficult. With my son Evan, he was 22 and a troubled soul. It wasn’t supposed to happen; your children are meant to survive you. People say you get over it, that time heals but people who say things like that have not had their son die so young. I haven’t got over it and I remain unhealed, I have accepted it, I have learned to live with it. However, the wound is still raw, the pain is still real and I still shed tears for my lost boy.

Will I feel the same about my Mum? I don’t believe so. My Mum was aged 90, she has lived a long, fulfilling and interesting life and at the end she was ready to go. She was tired of life, her body was letting her down and she had started to lose her mind. I found it frightening how the medical profession and people in general treated her as if she was invisible. As a country we don’t treat our elderly very well.

This year I became 60, officially an old age pensioner. I have used a walking stick for several years as my oesteoarthritis gets worse. I was quite shocked the other day on the tram when a young mum checked her little girl with the words, “mind what you’re doing Melanie, don’t knock against that old lady, she has a stick so she can’t walk very well”. Yikes! In my head I feel about 29! It saddens me. I know we are all

Old Lady of the tram?
Old Lady of the tram?

older but no-one wants to be referred to as ‘an old lady’ do they?
Carolina de la Cruz – 08/11/2015.

ORPHAN?

Can you become an orphan as an adult? If you can well, it happened to me this year on the 20th of August when my beloved mum died. My dad died years before in 1980, but with the death of my mum, I am parent-less, therefore an orphan. I feel completely alone. I do have other family but losing my mum has been devastating and with the things that have been going on in my family like false accusations and betrayal I feel I have no one else to share it with. Thank goodness for my friends who are always there for me. My lovely best friend, Bev and I are going away for a few days to give me a change of scenery after the funeral and handing over all the paperwork to mum’s solicitors to sort out. The Solicitor told us it would take 3 to 4 months before they get to the stage of paying out so we are looking at December 2015 or January 2016 for finalisation.

I keep thinking about things to tell my mum, seeing programmes on TV that I think she will like. Although towards the end of her life she was definitely losing her mind she still had days of complete lucidity. She had a great deal of wisdom and intelligence gained in 90 years of life and now it’s all gone and I am now head of the family. What a poisoned chalice that is! I hope her spirit chooses to stay with me and help me make the right decisions. One thing, I am released from the promise I made not to leave OLDHAM whilst she was still living. So there world becomes my oyster again! The possibility of going to live in Spain again. Without parents has some advantages then, it would seem.

Chocolate – An Acrostic Poem

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Chocolate, so smooth, so creamy,

Has a taste that is exquisite!

Oh! As it melts in your mouth.

Chocolate will stir the release

Of endorphins in your brain.

Love, true love has the same effect.

Although I am unsure of which I prefer,

The wonderful taste of chocolate, or love?

Endorphins are the same, I choose chocolate!

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse- 2015..

DIVINITY

Oh! Moon bright Lady of the night sky.

My Lord Pan of the green woodlands.

To you both I send the tears I cry.

Oh! Moon bright Lady of the night sky.

I long to be enfolded in  Divinity’s sigh.

Held safe in sensitive, protective hands.

Oh! Moon bright Lady of the night sky.

My Lord Pan of the green woodlands.

© Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015.

Melting Pot

A Rumanian mother, an Irish father, a Belgian grandmother,

And a French grandfather, I am quite a mixture, born in England,

Was schooled by strict Irish nuns and finished my education at the Sorbonne!

I speak English, a little Gaelic, fluent French and enough Rumanian to get by.

I love to sing-in French-mostly songs by Edit Piaf. I write poetry and plays in English.

I went to the Cannes Film Festival where my short play won a prize.

There I met and fell in love with a baseball playing American, we got married!

We produced twin boys named Dexter and Brandon. They were healthy boys.

Dexter went into the Air force served in Afghanistan and survived unscathed

Brandon became a famous opera singer of whom I was so very proud.

©Carolina de la Cruz -The Vixen m  Verse – 2015.

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Is Copyright important to Poets and Writers?

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© that little c for copyright living inside the circle is very important to me and most other writers too. So please don’t steal my work! Yes, it has happened before, a cheeky American student stole one of my short stories, passed it off as his own and achieved an A+ from his tutor! Then he had the cheek to tell me about it and showed no remorse when I explained about copyright.

If you want to use all or an extract of my work send me an email, twitter request etc and just ASK! Depending on what your Project is and what you want to use my Work for, I am sure we can come to some Agreement! Always remember to attribute work in the way the poet or writer requests and all will be well. It is just common courtesy really but just like common sense not very common any more. Thank you.

Write on! Carolina xxx

TEN TO GO!

Ten poems to go before I reach the magic thirty. I also have nineteen days in which to complete them. I counted my three haiku’s as three separate poems which made The Passenger number twenty.

I wish I could remember where I got the prompt  for God’s Laughter from. If it was your website or blog please let me know and I will attribute it. Copyright is very important to me.

Write on! Carolina xxx

The Passenger

Bus

She teetered up the central aisle of the bus

in a pair of pale lemon patent 5 inch heeled shoes,

which picked out the lemon colour in the pattern of her blouse.

She wore tight, skinny, black jeans on her fantastic model-perfect figure.

A short, black leather biker jacket finished off the outfit.

Her hair had long careless, brown curls, complemented by blonde highlights.

Nothing careless about this hairstyle, it must have taken hours!

Shampoo, conditioner, curl control spray, styling wax,

ionic hairdryer, straighteners, hairspray and finally shine spray!

Her skin was an even, blemish free, golden tan colour,

but it wasn’t achieved by spray tans or from out of a bottle;

rather by birth, à white mother and an Asian father.

It gave her a lovely colour the envy of most of her paler friends.

Her small, neat, black leather, handbag was slung over her shoulder.

Two women on the bus commented loud enough for everyone to hear,

about the young woman’s very high lemon coloured heels.

She pretended not to hear, waited for the bus to stop,

then the doors opened with a swishing whisper of a sound.

Holding onto a safety rail with one hand, she lowered herself from platform to pavement.

Without a single wobble of the 5 inch heels , she made it look elegantly easy.

The whole bus watched her as she tottered with small, determined steps

towards the tram stop, just as the tram pulled into the Oldham Mumps station.

The soft swishing noise of the tram’s brakes accompanied her walk onto the tram.

The doors closed behind her, the tram set off, the vision of loveliness was gone.

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© Tom Page – tram photograph.

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015.

3 x HAIKUS

Haiku 1 – Raindrops

Sky falling raindrops

driven against dark windows,

beat steadfast tatoo!

Haiku 2 – Umbrellas

Bright, coloured circles,

raindrops – like diamonds – glisten

patterns, colours gleam.

Haiku 3 – Wellington Boots

Paddington wore them,

as he splashed through puddles;

happy little bear!

All ©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015.

Holy Laughter

What makes God laugh?

The fact that he is not alone,

I’m not referring to Jesus either.

I mean the Goddess with whom he shares his life.

He created us in two images, male and female,

He made sure one could not produce a child without the other.

He created night to be followed by day,

Day always followed by night.

He created light to brighten the darkness,

Then dark from which will come the light, his light.

Opposites but equals, each needs the other.

So when God stops laughing he will introduce us to Goddess.

Then we can pray to either or both of them.

It won’t matter, it will have the same effect.

Just as God has many names like Lord, Father, Emanuel;

So has Goddess, she is Lady, Mother and Brighid.

So human male or human female our holy family is complete.

Let’s sing hallelujah! Send our joy and love to Goddess and God!

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015

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