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Email your poems,
short stories, Emerging through the mist sails a trawler with its nightly catch
cartoons, etc., to Sights along the Seashore
poems@ilkeston- Followed by a trail of gulls feeding on unwanted scraps
life.com by Thomas Hosker A piece of old driftwood had just arrived on shore
or send to Ilkeston Probably coming off some old wreck sunk many years before.
Life, 1 Bath street, On reaching my destination I heard the sea calling me
Ilkeston, Derby- To once again explore its shores for its hidden mysteries My day quickly ended in sadness as I looked out to sea
Seeing what modern man had created mapping out our destiny
YOUR Creating many rockpools where living sea creatures hide. A mass of wind turbines now filled the sea view frame
shire, DE7 8AH
Its constant changing shoreline is formed by the tides
In this changing world we live in, with only ourselves to blame.
Each year it becomes a haven for children on their annual break
Searching out these hidden creatures living in their natural state
The jelly and the starfish are some of the most common found
SPACE Hiding among rocks and seaweed without making the slightest sound.
The hermit crab intrigues me, when agitated or in fright
Quickly burying itself in sand till dangers out of sight
Beautiful and collected seashells are washed ashore by the tides
Littering the sandy beaches in different shapes, form and size.

Autistic Loneliness passed by any other, Heading for a sterile environment, Trust
The lady who is, and will always be, the one
Doing a job that deserves a compliment.
by M. S. Harvey I call my mother. Tippy-tappy, dancing shoes, by David O’Connell
© 2017 © 2018 (First Revision) Clippity-clop, clippity-clop, horseshoes. Lord, help me to trust You.
I’m lonely in my heart Queen of my Heart NOW! We’re called sneakers, I know that You are trustworthy,
and powerless in my soul Shoes that are casual and sporty. But I have often chosen
I long to be connected to another, by M. S. Harvey © 2021 Flip-flop, flip-flop, around the pool, To go my own way,
I seek the trust of union Happy feet staying cool. Disastrously.
with one who’ll not abandon Goodbye my love, my sweet princess, Shuffle shuffle, oh so tired! I see others trusting You.
This naive and broken person that is me. The night has claimed you from my care, Comfy slippers, all sonic attire. I know it’s possible.
To grace the place where sleepers dwell,
I want to feel secure And souls at rest remain, kept there. Paolo Nutini - squeak squeak - NEW Like learning to swim
Or cycle.
in the safety of a love that SHOES! I see others doing it.
Will anchor me within reality. There is no light for me to see, They stay afloat.
I want a faithful true love Now you have left this world so cruel, They ride.
pure without deception And I must weep here o’er that loss Give me the courage
That will enfold in steadfast constancy. Of you, my mum, my precious jewel. Autumnal Glory To take the plunge,
I need a depth of meaning There is no love that can compare, by Janet Reeve Knowing that You will
that transcends every other, To this love that I hold for you, This beautiful, still, mellow Keep me safe.
That helps me to establish who I am. My mother, dearest girl sublime, Autumnal afternoon, From first to last.
I need a love so gentle Queen of my heart, my whole life through. Hues of gold, red and yellow Lord, teach me to trust.
that can tend to my heart’s bruises Goodnight sweet mum, now rest in peace, Clothing the orchard trees.
To help the boy inside become a man. Shed all those woes and burdens borne, Apples hanging, heavy and round
I long to hold my true love Keep that rest ’til we meet again, On their laden boughs, Last Days of Summer
in embrace filled with passion, On a flawless transcendent morn. Periodically dropping to the ground, Song by Ian Scott © 2016
So she could never doubt my honesty. All around.
To feel the power of our love Autumn Acquiesce Well autumn has come,
burn away the darkness, I look, but seem not to see The year’s almost done.
And cause the fears that follow us to flee. by Seven Michael Pape © 2021 This heaven-sent Autumn glory, And the leaves are down,
Upon the ground.
So lonely in my heart Summers almost gone, My inner mind feeling the need to destroy, The sky is all grey,
Not enjoy
I cry with tears unceasing, As the trees flutter protection This magnificent manifestation It’s another dark day.
I hunger for a love that cannot be. Onto the ground Of God’s creation. Now we’ve seen
I’m trapped within this prison Leaving a shroud of colour. It’s too beautiful, too brilliant, too disturbing the last days of summer.
Of eternal misperception, As we shiver into blankets, To penetrate the ugliness felt
That imposes this existence solitary. And central heated rooms, Within. Chorus:
Creak with new surroundings. Tell me what shall we do,
Until the long nights are through.
Foreshadowed Grief The crisp, early mornings, But...suddenly! My unseeing eye, Pull up a chair close to the fire.
The long forgotten jumpers,
What does it espy?
Interrupted The plumes from tired mouths, Out of the bushes is peeping We’ll sing some old songs,
And we’ll talk the night long.
But the colours that she shows,
by M. S. Harvey © 2019 Bright burning red leaves, This small, sleek, black face Until the fire sinks into embers.
Out a tiny kitten’s creeping!
How can I be expected, to say goodbye, to Subtle shades of yellow, orange, I call him, softly, gently Starlings are gathering.
one so precious to me? Nature leaving her mark, Fearing he’s just a phantom, They’ll be gone by morning.
An angel formed, from unfailing love, and The message in her dying, An apparition, Every forefinger follows
heartfelt charity, This beauty that surrounds, Who’ll not come to fruition, In wonder.
The princess, who raised me with devotion Autumn Acquiesce. But disappear And we watch their skill,
loyal, in expert constancy, Accepting the inevitable, In a puff of autumnal smoke! From the window sill.
The lady, who made me and gave me life, in Inviting the change. But no! He pads closer, Now we’ve seen
whose debt I’ll always be. Plaintive miaouing I hear The last days of summer.
How can I lose my trusted love, and the Talking Shoes As he slowly draws near, The ash-keys rattle
Against the eves.
sweetheart of my soul? Such soft, silky fur, Turn the lock twice
The one whose love is unsurpassed, and By Mary Taylor Such a warming throaty purr, For paradise.
which love made me whole. Clip, clip, clip - I’m on important business, Such trust he has in me, And we’ll sit right here
The unfailing caretaker of my soul, my Said the shoes. An unknown to him. Until spring appears.
body, and my heart, She’ll walk with a flounce, Now we’ve seen
The one, whom God ordained to be, with Said the shoes, Lord, you know, and you can see The last days of summer.
me from the start. With a bounce. How much I love the feline species
The woman so wonderful and sweet, yet Lightweight shoes, she’s walking on air, Of your creation. Chorus: above..
feisty, through and through, Walking with elegance and flair. You have truly made me see Angels may sigh,
The one unafraid to stand and fight, in How very much you care for me, When the snow is high.
everything she’d do. I can hear ‘slup, slup, slup’, Through this warm, living, affectionate For green splendours,
The beautiful one, who will never be, sur- Heel-less crocs I think, Kitten! And the glory of flowers.