Monthly Archives: December 2017

The dance of the hot coals.

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The dance of the hot coals.

Can you hear that?

That is the sound of our conscience dying, our compassion frying, as we keep on lying to self. Self. Responsibility.  What is, what is not, our concern? I wonder, about that, don’t you? Our neighbours, the friends we haven’t met yet, the children, pesky little beggars…who cares for any of them? Provides for them, believes in them, protects them and loves them. Should it be you…ought it to be me? Who? Them over there? Who is supposed to fulfil the task? I lament. It’s like were all doing a dance on hot coals, moving, always moving from one foot to the other, from one foot to the other, from one foot to the other…blisters. Nasty little buggers, make it hard to talk, to get up and walk to each other, over to each other. We wonder how this could happen, how that could have been…avoided. Maybe if we had just listened, admitted to what we could hear, what we could see…coming? Maybe things could have been so very different…

 

Extract taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 5th October 2017 ©.

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Love Unrequited.

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Love Unrequited.

It’s not the rain upon the window,

Nor the chill that fills the air,

Not the solemn bell that rings,

The world that goes on without a care…

It’s not the deck that has been marked,

Not the rug that has been pulled,

Not the evidence expunged,

Nor the dreams that were all culled…

It’s not the unrealised expectations,

Not the bow that broke,

Nor the fall that did ensue,

Not the knife poised to cut the throat…

It is the breath stolen from within the body,

The hope killed right before our eyes,

The wanton savagery of life,

The fact hate comes as no surprise…

It is the joyous toll of soothsayers

As they tell us they were right,

Love unrequited will leave us once for all,

Plunging us into the deepest, darkest night.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 21 October 2017 ©.

Taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

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Christmas Re-told

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Christmas Re-told

 

The whole truth returns each and every Christmas

To ask for the time, and chance to be heard,

To ask if we’ll simply stop and listen

To the incredible story, of the birth that occurred.

It began with the great love of a Father

Who so loved the world he had made,

Who so loved each one of His children

And the vast potential for good, each one had displayed.

And although at times they did stumble and fall

And cause each other much pain and suffering untold,

The Father had hope, for he knew the real truth

Of what each one in their hands and their hearts they did hold.

And so devising a plan like no other before

The Father disrobed Himself of His might,

He laid down His splendour, he laid down His power

In order to fill the world with love’s light.

And arriving in squalor, not splendour

The miraculous deed it was done,

And thus the hands that threw stars into space

Were now humbled and tiny, Gods promise, man’s son.

And choosing the life of a servant King

He came and He bared His soul, shared His heart,

He showed us the way and the truth and the life

His greatest commandment he did teach, did impart.

He revealed life’s deepest of mysteries

Shared stories of hope and of faith and of trust,

He healed and restored and delivered

Taught that love, mercy and justice, were an absolute must.

Through His example, He taught us compassion and forgiveness

He helped us to see that joy could yet be our strength,

He taught us how to end oppression and hatred

And how to walk with kindness, even the greatest of lengths.

He taught us that our love for our neighbours

Was the greatest of gifts we could give,

And that our love for Him and for the whole world

Would enable us all, in fullness of life to live.

And when His message was over

And he’d said all that He had to say,

And he’d taught all that He had to teach

And He’d showed us how to seek, how to find, how to pray.

With much grace, He asked His Father to forgive us

When we cried crucify him, with the rest of the pack,

When we met His love with ridicule and intolerance

When we jeered and we cussed and we spat.

He still looked upon us all like we were His treasures

And to Him we had done nothing wrong,

He still loved us all, like we were His true love

Like to Him and Him only, each one did belong.

And so sending His Spirit to teach and to guide us

To reveal ever more of His heart, of His soul,

Each Christmas He prays that His story reminds us

Of a love we all once knew, but left outside in the cold.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 15 December 2014 ©.

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Christmas Re-wrapped?

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Christmas Re-wrapped?

When the twinkling lights all fade

And when each baubles packed away,

When all the merriment has long since gone

And no more with those must have toys we play.

Will Christmas once more have lost all significance?

Will it be packed and stacked on shelves?

Will it be sent once again to the North Pole,

The property of Santa and the elves?

When all the turkey has been eaten

And each mince pie has found our hips,

When all the party games have finished

And no more carols pass from our lips.

Will the Christmas story simply be again a memory?

Of a boy we might have heard of once,

And of his call to save the world

Will lack of care, of faith, be our final response?

When the sales have dried up all our money

And the presents have all been swapped, returned,

When we’ve made our new year’s resolutions

And those calories we’ve all but burned.

Will Christmas be Re-wrapped till next year?

Will it be recycled with the cards, the tree?

Will its message be cherished, be remembered?

What will it mean to you, to me?

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1st December 2012 ©.

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Is Christmas for children?

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Is Christmas for children?

To the child that’s unloved at Christmas

The celebrations just offer cruel blow,

The lights and the tinsel, the baubles

Serve only to remind of a joy they don’t know.

And the weight of the cold empty feeling

With the sisters, named rejection and pain,

Turn the happiest day into saddest

As it pours both hope and reserve down the drain.

 

To the child that’s alone at Christmas

The dream of a home feels a whole world away,

And the wish of a family to love you

Doesn’t come true and so you cease to believe, cease to pray.

And the ache in your soul it grows bigger

And the loss that you feel breaks your heart,

And the emptiness it beats and it pounds you

And the mounting fears will not from you depart.

 

To the child that’s unwanted at Christmas

The thought of night time just makes you feel sick,

The thought of being ripped open like a present

Then blamed and despised and then beaten with stick.

Of this there will be no reprieve, no end to this evil

There will be no way out, no help will come,

There will be no other choice but to suffer in silence

And heaven help you child, if you try to run.

 

To the child that’s abandoned at Christmas

Left alone in a world with no love, no care,

Left alone to fend for itself

Left alone full of heartbreak, despair.

There will be no presents to unwrap

No tasty feast, no carols round the tree,

No snuggling up watching favourite Christmas movies

No laughter, no friends, no family to go and see.

 

And yet though they cry throughout the world in their millions

Unloved, alone, unwanted, abandoned, who cares?

All the good people who insist Christmas is for the children

I think what they meant to say is… its just Christmas for theirs?

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 14 December 2014 ©.

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#Metathesiophobia

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#Metathesiophobia

 

I never even realised that I was resistant

to change. Until

change tried to change me —

Can you believe? Change tried to change

me…No,

neither could I. I mean, I enjoy change as

much as

the next person; I welcome it. But there’s

a time —

And a place, and a time and a place…Is

there not?

And, well, without deliberately intending

to be as blunt as a brick, this is not the time

or the place —

I mean, come on, which clown thought

now would

be a good time? Who told change I had

nothing

better to do? Was it you? I swear they’ll

be Hell to pay

when I find out. Whoever it was made me

look like

a fool, and now change thinks I’m part of

the bloody

resistance and I’m NOT! I’m not, I — I just

need

to prepare myself, that’s all, it’s no big

deal. It’s not

an issue. We don’t need to dissect it or

create a hashtag

and start trending it on social media —

#purpose #notready #changeresistance

#metathesiophobia

I’m #okay 🙂

I’m just not quite ready, that’s all —

Give me a break, cut me some slack and get

back to me… next week maybe? Hang on,

I’m

away next week. Tell you what, make it

the week

after that, hey? Just remembered — I’m

dog sitting

that week, our kid’s away. How about next

month?

I know, I’ll check my diary and get back to

you

ASAP and we’ll pencil something in —

I say pencil, because you know how things

have a tendency to creep up on you, then

the

plans you made —

Well, you know what happens to them.

You have

to change them — rearrange them. Nobody

likes

rearranging things, do they?

 

I’ll call you later, I promise, I’m just off to

get

a tattoo. What’s my tattoo going to be?

It’s a picture of Ghandi and the words,

‘Be the Change’. Awesome, Right?

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 8th April 2016 ©.

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Taken from the book ‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane ©.

‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ is available to purchase 30th November 2017.

See Rowanvale Books or my Author website; todessakane.org  for more details.

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(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and do some inspired thinking for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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Lying Bastards.

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Lying Bastards.

I remember when lies were just

little and white — teeny tiny little insignificant

things. You know the sort I mean…don’t you?

The ones that didn’t hurt — anybody, cause

any pain, give anyone sleepless nights.

At least that’s what we told ourselves. Tell

ourselves. Sell ourselves. Sleepless —

nights. They’re not so white anymore,

Lies. Not quite so little… not quite

so ’unhurtful’, insignificant, painless.

Shameless really. Now they’re multi-coloured,

And they hurt like hell — sting like hell.

Little white lies… All grown up. All Grown

Up. Dressed in honorary doctorates —

Rich. Multi-coloured. Flung about recklessly

relentlessly, resolutely. Like the contents

of your stomach on a roller coaster. Black

ones, red ones, blue ones. Black ones, Red ones,

Blue ones…all Lies — lies upon lies, upon LIES.

One hundred different colours, in one thousand

shades.  Shady. Corrupt. Diminishing

the good. Slaughtering the truth. Re-educating…

humanity. Humanities choice, of course. The path

now well and truly trodden. The course

well and truly — set. Lies. All met with more

and more lies… No compromise. No word

to the wise. Surprise. Technicolour lies. Brutal.

Harsh. Defining our world. Purging

Our choices. Keeping our senses penned up —

Inside. Barb wired fences, we’ve killed our

own defences — Faith HopeLove

 

I remember when lies were just little and

white, and we still had the Chance

and the Time — to do what was right

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 19th September 2017 ©.

Taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

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If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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Love Always…

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Love Always…

I have never cared for great

heights, bright lights, spotlights.

I don’t need to always

be right — get it right,

sleep soundly at night. Win —

each and every fist fight.

I don’t need to take the

Biggest — bite. Fly my kite, act

out of anger, hatred,

spite.  Not ever. Not now…

I just want to get this one thing

right. I just want to get, this ONE thing,

Right.

Love —

Love to me

is not a blight, a pile of

shite, something to smite, I love it.

I have always loved it.

I still love it now —

I think I always, always will…

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 3rd September 2017 ©.

Taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

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(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and do some inspired thinking for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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