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Stolen Promise

18/11/2019

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 ​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

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​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

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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.


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Plastic Sceptre, Plastic Crown    By: SHARON HEANEY STANSFIELD

2/1/2019

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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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At Day’s End     By:  Sharon Heaney Stansfield

31/5/2018

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Picture
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
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Cloud Protests          By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

28/1/2018

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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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Then She Found Her Voice    By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

12/1/2018

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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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Sea point Promenade         By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

19/1/2017

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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.

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 The Sea     By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

12/1/2017

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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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Child of Africa          By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield

23/12/2016

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I have walked your burning tar streets,
Soles hardened to leather,
Orange and gold sunset
Reflecting in my face
And my dreams.
 
I played around your streams
Avoiding the mosquitoes
And the bilharzia;
And climbed your trees
Where the boomslang hide
From the boisterous child.
 
In tall reeds,
Where cobras slid
To lay their eggs,
We entered our fantasy world
Of ghosts and fairies.
 
And I saw the worshippers
In their capes of blue
With a large white cross,
Sing and dance
Praises
To Heaven
And Ancestors
And Africa.
 
All of us swathed
In your sapphire sky.
 
That blue
We will forever seek
Wherever we may roam.
That blue
That forever says
It is only here
That is your home.
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