Last night as I rummaged through
A box of memorabilia
My hand fell upon
An old photograph of you

How some things never change
Still holding the weight of the world
Upon those strong shoulders
While the sorrow reflects
In your eyes

A mystery
Without an end
An enigma
Never to be known

What was then to you
Is still now
Dismay and distain
Show in a furrowed brow

I slowly placed the photograph
Back in it’s rightful place
Along with the dust of old memories

Page

When we first met, we were travelling on the same road
Same locations and destinations
Each time I touched your face my desire for you overflowed

When we first met, we were floating on the same cloud
Same destinations and locations
Each time I touched your face you made me feel so proud

(chorus)
I am not on the same page as you
Never was, never will be
A different page ,a different book
You'd clearly see it if you opened your eyes and looked

A gently falling autumn rain
breaking a long dry spell,
bringing life to plants again
as waterways begin to swell.

The days henceforth won't be as warm
nor the woods so sere and dry.
Should the season hold true to form
'fore long peepers won't croak or cry.

Perhaps this front will bring a frost
or at least some cooler days
as the green from leaves is lost
and puddles gain an icy glaze.

"RATS AND CATS"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 1st November 2010.

Rats and cats and cricket bats
thunder under beds
threads of curtains fraying
praying monks and ancient trunks
kangeroos and elephants

straws and reeds and chanted creeds
shouts and pouts and awesome deeds
sounds of rumbles children tumble
tummies up and bottoms down
rolling round and round the town
acting like a silly clown

.

Mankind:

a whole lot of you and me's!

Mankind:

the most successful species of all
flying higher than the birds
diving deeper than the whale
scurrying around the planet
speedier than a cheetah chased gazelle
killing off all predators and
other inconvieniant species
( with disconcerting ease, I might add)

Mankind:

an Earth animal
absurd as a psychotic platypus
deranged as a Salvador Dali jig saw puzzle
still in the box

Mankind:

The Stage of Time

Waiting in the prison of time
For turnkey to unlock my cell--
Studying walls of cage I’m in,
Glittering alleys stretch before my
Tainted vision; with jaded eyes
I witness life of the world.

Gone now, innocent youth,
What follows innocence but
More of the same in
Different costume?

What to say
when promises and givens
hinted and unfolded
by relished touch
and unrelenting passion
become as empty as a heart
left cold by distance?

Shall fury speak
these bruises of emotion,
shouting their slow build
from flying fists of words
welling underneath thin skin
that shrinks from stab of hatred?

Why is creativity important in education?

Creativity improves self-esteem
Recovers motivation, and
Rallies achievement

Creativity prepare pupils for life
In a rapidly changing world
Working with others to solve problems

Creativity enriches pupils’ lives
Inciting discoveries, pursuits
Their interest and talents

Creativity in education
Enlightens creative people
Giving them opportunities
To adapt to new careers for future endeavors

Could you borrow me your limbs, sometime...
..that I might increase my stride ?

So that, if events should turn on me,
I could run, if I could not hide;

and with the added reach, your arms
would kindly lend to me,

I'd carry both our burdens, so...
..and I'd do so, easily;

and if by chance, you minded not
sharing with me, of your will...

..the added dertermination, I'm sure
will help me climb each hill;

for, I'd have extra energy
courtesy of your very soul,

When he left
the serpent of sparkling diamonds
which
ripples and curves and stretches
from one side of night to the other
heard my cry of anguish, and

taking pity on me

gently persuaded darkness
to hold a single jem
apart from the other jewels that stud
its black cloak

To point the way he had gone
.