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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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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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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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

Soft, white, languid clouds floated
In a serene blue sky,
Watching the world below;
Playground of hope and promise.
Lakes of abundance,
Sparkling rivers
Of crisp, clear water;
Crystals of life.
 
Life in all forms
Finding peace and balance.
And the chosen child danced
And played;
Frolicked in this garden of plenty.
 
The Chosen Child.
He thought himself exceptional,
Entitled;
Seized what he wanted,
Refused to share.
The churlish chosen child,
Self-centred and selfish,
Smothered seagulls in oil-spills,
Strangled the sea with plastic.
 
Fracking and fighting,
He raped the land
And forced the world into retreat.
 
He gouged and goaded
The fragile world.
And the clouds watched
And the clouds gathered;
Incited to mass action.
Their churlish child
Was not in charge.
 
No longer impartial benefactor;
Angry, dark clouds massed together,
Leaving some skies empty, deserted.
Riotous storms tore down houses
And washed away fields of food;
While drought dried the dams,
Leaving only cracked mud
And scorched cities.
 
The chosen child prayed
And begged for respite;
But is his lesson learnt?
He is part of,
Not apart from,
This wonderful world.
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Her children were her all.
Their success, her only glory.
Hiding all other talents
Lest she attract unwanted attention;
Reprisal and condemnation
Would surely follow.

Wary of pushing to crack
The glass ceiling on her head,
With quiet fortitude
She bore her trials.
The Cheshire Cat smile
Of those who would exploit her,
Shining medals of the great success of Man.

And then
She found her voice!
One of her sisters cried "Look!"
And shattered the false looking glass,
Exposing the gates;
Gates whose strength was her silence,
Her isolation.

But the call resonated
And she echoed "Me too!"
Her united voice
Brought down the gates.

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Have you seen the ribbon,
Sea Point Promenade?
Rainbow of our nation,
Lying next to the waves,
At the foot of Signal Hill.
 
Ribbon of light and colour,
Palette of people;
Beautiful;
Each individual
And their mix.
 
Have you heard the orchestra?
Treble of languages,
Crashing bass of the sea;
Symphony of diversity?
 
I have seen the boy,
Picnic blanket and family;
Gyroscope of excitement,
Whirling with delight,
Memories that grow
For tomorrow.
 
I have heard the children
Scream with glee,
Free
In the glistening excitement
Of the spray from the sea.
 
I haven’t heard dogs bark
But I’m sure I’ve seen them smile;
Tails wagging high,
Free of the leash,
They meet and greet
And celebrate
Life
On the Sea Point Promenade.

Bicycles and skateboards
Weave through
The warp and weft;
 Appliquéd with
Serene police on gentle steed
And superhero police on Segway.

And as seagulls
Sing their raspy song,
From pushchair to wheelchair
We pass along.

Diversity's fashion ramp,
Where lady and scamp,
Hijab, sari, shorts and sarong
Together flow 
By the white splashes
Of the green sea.
A rainbow.

Time stops but does not stand still
When you sit and watch the sea.
The green, watery rise
Of every wave
Draws it up,
To curl
And cascade
In her vortex;
Drawing you deep
Into her shimmering currents
Of primordial pleasure.
 
Seagulls floating up and down
On those deep swells,
Paint their echo
In your veins,
As your chest expands
With each elated breath
And joyous heartbeat;
Exulting chorus of life.
 
The wave smashing on the rock
Explodes into an elation of white
Glistening droplets of glee,
Expanding your heart,
Your mind
And time.
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