Reading-Writing-Learning - My Poems

Stolen Promise

18/11/2019

It started with a promise,
A rainbow nation and a pot of gold.
The promise they had yearned for
Since times of old.

And the people Cheered
And the people danced;
A new life was being born.
A life of better chance;
A life no more forlorn.

But corruption smashed their pot
And stole the gold;
Warped and twisted the rainbow
And tore the fabric of her soul.

Shoes worn out,
Tears cried out,
They turned and began to shout,
Rampaged and stormed.

Black clouds of smoking anger
Filled a sky once bright.
Even the rain wouldn’t fall
Through that distorted, mutated pall.

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Headphones By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

1/10/2019

Put on your headphones.
Block out the noise
Of your internal voice.
She’s talking of things present
And past.
Making plans for your future
That she hopes will hold fast.

As she files your daily info,
Rummaging through old thoughts,
New ideas can begin to flow.
Block it out.

Block out the noise,
The inner chatter.
Stop the flow
Of thoughts that mingle
Like paint on a canvas.

Put on the headphones.
Drown out your inner song.
Drown it out
With someone else’s tune.

Someone else
Who reached for the moon.
Who took their headphones off
And heard the noise;
And listened
To the inner chatter;
The sounds that really matter.

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STEP PEACEFULLY By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

2/9/2019

When your day is bright
And your sun shines strong and warm,
Turn and face the light.
Let its glow seep deep
And make your heart shine.

Our days are not long;
There are not many to waste,
Rushing through life
With greed and haste.

Explore to the edges of the light.
Plant seeds of memories;
Tend the blooms of love.
Radiate warmth
Wherever life takes you.

When your day begins to fade
And your sun begins to set;
You will relish her glorious glow.
As she takes her fiery mantel
And slips into the dark of night.

Wrapped in the warmth of love shared
And with memories to fill your long dream
You can smile at the setting sun
And step peacefully
Into the long night.

Plastic Sceptre, Plastic Crown By: SHARON HEANEY STANSFIELD

2/1/2019

Plastic sceptre, plastic crown,
Mink coat and ermine stole;
Fox in a box,
Gold chains and clocks;
Perched high in the sky,
Above the world of love.

With slight of hand
You stole
Their tax, their pensions,
Their land.
They twitter and you Tweet.

But hear the Starlings sing,
See them flock.
Great numbers
Of tiny beating feet
And furious flapping wings.

Plastic sceptre, plastic crown
Land in the sand,
Sprawled on the ground.

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THE MAN IN RED - A CHRISTMAS POEM By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

18/12/2018

The Man in Red

The day is grey;
Rain soaks the grey streets.
Dirty, grey buildings
Reach up to be cleaned.
Grey pavements lie splattered
Where people spat contempt
For their life,
Littered with huddled bodies
Seeking shelter from their strife.

Then we see him.
The man in red.
Red shirt, red pants,
Red glasses frames,
Red sandals;
Even a red belt.
He remembers days past
And how he once felt.

Around his neck
Hangs his small black pouch
With the key to his lonely home.
His children have gone,
His wife has passed on.
He walks alone.
No Santa, he.
Just an old man
Doing what he can
To spread some cheer
For the Christmas time of year.
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BUBBLES By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

16/11/2018

I walk along
In my bubble
Alone.
A world of bubbles
Floating by.
Deep inside,
We hide
In our thoughts;
In our bubbles
Alone.

Floating bubbles;
Decorations
At a silent party.
We hide inside,
Insulated,
Isolated.

Let eyes meet
Let smiles greet.
Pop bubbles, pop;
Release us
To share
To smile, to laugh;
To live
Together again.
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REMEMBER By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

16/11/2018

Do you remember
When we picnicked on soft, green grass;
Where we drank from the sparkling river
And dived to her crisp, fresh depths?

Do you remember
When the sky was blue,
Right down to the horizon;
And grasses and flowers covered the hills?

Do you remember
When the garden was alive
With butterflies and bees
And birds singing in the trees?

Do you remember
Bright stars in a black night
Until the moon rose white and bright?

Do you remember
Walking in the woods;
Where the warm sunlight
Filtered through the trees
Felt cool upon your skin?

Do you remember
When the only things in the sea
Were salt, sea-weed and fish?
Lots of fish.
And the only things that washed up
on the beach
Were shells?

Remember
And tell your children;
We need them to believe.
I’m afraid they can’t remember.

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The Hairdresser By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

5/8/2018

Hair tattered,
Self- image battered.
Join the guild.
Step into the Hairdresser;
Maelstrom of feminine magic.

Snippets of conversation
Shouted above the mélee ,
The discordant mystical chant
Of conjurer hairdryers,
Correct the wrongs of the world.
Strangers sharing secrets, hopes and dreams.
And the hairdresser
Washes and cuts
And curls
And turns up the noise of the dryers.
She works her magic.

And as each nears the end
Of this mystical conveyor belt;
Surrounded by smiles
And nods of approval,
Self-image panel-beaten,
Remodelled;
Step gallantly back
Into your day,
Smile reinforced;
Façade fortified,
Ready.
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On Your Wedding Day By Sharon Heaney Stansfield

2/8/2018

White dress,
Gleaming ring of promise;
The radiant glow of love
Shining from your faces
Warms us better than the sun.

Hand in hand
You step through
The colourful confetti rain
Into your future.

My heart dances and cries
As we wave our goodbyes.
Farewell dear child,
Hello young man and young wife,
Together,
On your new path of life.

Your parents’ hopes
And joys and pride
Are with you
Groom and bride,
Today and forever;
Wherever
Your journey goes.

Life’s road can be long and twisted,
Feet sometimes get blistered;
But the power that surges deep inside
When you look in each other’s eyes
Can smooth the road
And lighten any load.

May the golden glow of your love
Forever shine
And may your feet dance
To the beat of your united heart
From the start
To the end of time.

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At Day’s End By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

31/5/2018

The dusky sun sets
Over a serene and silent sea.
Clouds of orange and purple
Melt with the water’s
Gentle reflections;
A blanket,
orange and purple
To cover our world
In calm.

Indigo waves lap lazily
Around magenta rocks.
Rowdy gulls hush.
A strong, soothing, silence
Wraps the world.

Then the sun slips slowly
Into the still waters,
Taking with her
The troubles of the day.
Sharon Heaney Stansfield