Poems by Chantal	DREAM BUTTERFLY I CAN'T BE HAPPY COCKNEY'S QUERY STRIVING SILENT HOURS WORDS THE CHOICE MYSELF	Click the Poem Title to be taken to that entry

Robert Service	THE QUITTER

Rudyard Kipling	IF

'unknown'	YOU CAN'T KEEP ON

Kristi	JOURNEY OF MY MIND (Submitted to GEMINI via email) Added July 2000)

Roz Campbell	BEGININGS (Added August 2000)

Julie O'Neil	LOST (Added October 2000)

DREAM

I had a dream one evening

That made me shed a tear

It dawned on me that evening

How people are so dear

This dream I had that evening

Pictured the both of you

I realised then, that evening

There's alot to say and do

The emotions I felt that evening

Were bubbling up inside

It occurred to me that evening

That life's no easy ride

So I came to the conclusion that evening

What I wanted to say to you

I'd not said it before that evening....

'As family and friends, I'm glad that I have you'

Thank you

© Chantal Bastin 13/06/99 TOP

BUTTERFLY

'Cabbage White' you said to me
'To that I am akin'
The connection there I could not see
Your poem I'II now begin:

As honest as the day is long
As kind as kind could be
In my opinion you do no wrong
And that's just fine by me.

You're generous and caring too
A pillar of strength you are
Considerate in all you do
Scattering happiness afar.

Cabbage White, No, that's not you
My angel, Yes, maybe
I love you just for being you
My precious little Bumble Bee!!!!

I CAN'T BE HAPPY

I can't pretend to be happy when I'm not

My health is a cause for concern

I can't pretend that I don't give a jot

Happiness and Love I yearn

There's always something to pull me down

It's not my imagination, it's fact

I have on my face a constant frown

I want my body in tact

Will all this be over one day for me

Or is this my fate to the end

Oh god above, please here my plea

Your strength I need you to send

If you are out there and here my cry

Forgive me all past Sins

If you are out there, don't let me die

Give me a chance for next of kins.

COCKNEY'S QUERY

If you aint happy

With your lot

Do something about it

Get off your Bot!

If you lie awake

All of the night

Do something about it

Put it right!

If there's something missing

But don't know what

Stop that pissing

And get off the pot!

If you have a niggle

On your mind

You aint gonna solve it

Sat on your behind!

Get off your arse

And start to change it

Your life is yours

So re-arrange it!

STRIVING

Strive for perfection
But in what direction
Strive for joy
Be it from a toy
Strive for affection
Tired of neglection
Strive for praise
It's such a maze.

Strive to strive
What's the prize
What's the outcome?
If there is one.
Strive to be
What you want to be
Strive to see
What others can't see.

Strive to hear
Those so dear
Strive for pride
Tears you hide
Strive for fame
Now there's a game
Strive for fortune
Or is it a poor tune?

So I'll strive to be me
And others will see
I'll strive to be happy
Don't need to be 'wacky'
Strive to live life
Cope with the strife
Strive to be accepted
And not what's expected.

SILENT HOURS

At this early hour
I see no face
No sight, no sound
Of the human race.

I pass the hours
Sat in a trance
And in the haze
The daffodils dance.

So formed and so clear
There presence I adore
I look all around me
There's more and more!

Surround me with daffodils
That's my request
It'll be my resting ground
It'll be my nest.

WORDS

Words that harm
Words that heal
Words express
Just how we feel.

Those words we speak
Can leave us weak
Can make us feel
Humble and meek.

Those words with power
Stand tall as a tower
When directed at others
Can make them cower.

Those words with hope
Allow us to cope
And pull us up
The slippery slope.

Those words of sorrow
Some strength I'll borrow
And then I'll pray
For a better tomorrow.

But it's the words of love
That raise us above
The stormy clouds
In the sky above.

THE CHOICE

When my minds a blank
and the words aren't there
I'm walking the plank
and I just don't care

Searching and not finding
I'm looking too deep
The roads are winding
I'm too proud to weep

Then suddenly I'm wise
I'm looking no more
It's in front of my eyes
that open door

I tip toe through
and look all around
'It's now up to you
look what you've found'!

Without even looking
I've found a new path
What happens if I walk it..?

I HAVE THAT CHOICE.

MYSELF

The sun is setting early

and the traffic is building up

I sit in my own space, time, world

and yet am aware of the real surroundings

Full to bursting point with mixed emotions

Happy, yet sad, sad yet not tearful

Do I head north, south, east or west?

Fight or flight? Winner or loser?

Waiting, just waiting, still waiting

Mother nature and Father time at war

Body clocks ticking, time stands still

Hazy memories of childhood dreams.

The Quitter

        When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
          And Death looks you bang in the eye,
        And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
          To cock your revolver and . . . die.
        But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
          And self-dissolution is barred.
        In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
          It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

        "You're sick of the game!" Well, now that's a shame.
          You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
        "You've had a raw deal!" I know--but don't squeal,
          Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
        It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
          So don't be a piker, old pard!
        Just draw on your grit, it's so easy to quit.
          It's the keeping-your chin-up that's hard.

        It's easy to cry that you're beaten--and die;
          It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
        But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight--
          Why that's the best game of them all!
        And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
          All broken and battered and scarred,
        Just have one more try--it's dead easy to die,
          It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

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If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting.
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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You can't keep on
You've tried in vain
You just can't cope
You've failed again
Yet some quiet voice
is whispering still
I'll try once more...
I will, I will.

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Journey of my mind.........

I am on a journey down a long and winding road
I cant see where i'm going and i dont know where to go
I dont know how i got here, cant seem to find the light
My thoughts are all distorted and my mind is filled with fright
Cant seem to purge these feelings buried deep inside my head
Gotta get up and get going, try to face the day i dread
I dont understand these feelings weighing heavy on my heart
Dont know if i desife the will to make a fresh new start
Give me the strength to get through these days where it seems there is no end
Maybe then i'd find a way to fix the mess i've made within......

Kristi - April 2000

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BEGININGS

The clouds have been lifted
from before my eyes
I lift up my arms
and reach to the skies

The sun shines brightly
and now there is light
I can see clearly
I've gained back my sight

The rain has stopped falling
the clouds are now gone
my heart fills with hope
I want to go on

The flowers are blooming
there's the feel of spring
its the start of new life
now my life can begin.

Roz Campbell - 9 August 2000

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LOST

I held my life in my hand
And curiously I watched
As moment by moment
The hours trickled through my fingers like sand
To be lost forever
In the depths of time
The chances I did not take
They danced with the wind and laughed
As they hurried by
But I felt no regret
As my life dripped in puddles around my feet
No thought to retreat
My days without order
Empty pages with no story to write
A numb blankness with no point, no conclusion
Another life to be lost in history

Julie O'Neil

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