My Poetry

The poems found on this page were all written by myself, please respect my ownership of them and reference them if you use them using the following:
Copyright© 2009 by June M Parkin, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
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A PLEA

Won’t somebody help me

Will someone hear my plea

To slay my mighty dragon

Save me! Set me Free!

Quench the fires of hatred

That burn within my heart

Set me on a path to peace

Show me where to start.

Let it happen soon though

Please don’t make me wait

I need to make some headway

Before it is too late.

I hate myself already

I’ve suffered so much pain

There’s nothing left to lose now

And everything to gain.

So answer my pathetic plea

To ease my tortured soul

Show me please, how I can heal

Help me to feel whole.

I’m on a path already

I know the journey’s long

I need a little guidance

A helping hand that’s strong.


OH GOD! NO!

Today I met a side of me

I’ve never seen before.

I know now why I hurt myself

Why my mind’s at war.

I felt a little dirty

Filthy in my skin.

Fighting so many demons

I’m not sure now, I can win.

Trying to keep it simple

One problem at a time.

But everything piles on top of me

No reason and no rhyme.

I saw a little child

Scared and so alone

I felt the way I had back then

And screamed a piteous moan.

Tears of pain spilled from me

I cried till I was raw

The ache I felt inside of me

Made me want to cry even more.

I saw the evil inside of me

When I looked inside today

A flaming, monstrous demon

That I want to wash away.
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THIRROUL
Waves crashing.  Blue and white.
Isn’t it a lovely sight?
Rolling in from out to sea
Hitting the sand noi-sily
I love it here, I feel alive!
It’s only a twenty minute drive
The beach at Thirroul is very pretty
Away from the crowded, busy city
The scent of the sea fills the air
The wind whips up, teasing my hair
I’ve been here with my cousin, my son and my daughter
Laughing and playing in the cold, salty water
There’s people and gulls and seaweed and more
You can see a lot along the shore
It holds a fascination for me
I really love a stormy sea
I’ve been here lots of times before
I hope to come here many more
To walk along the beach and say
It’s a wonderful, beautiful, heavenly day.
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HEART

Rutherglen is over

600kms away

But come this time tomorrow

I’ll be on my way

Each minute brings me closer

To the ultimate in joy

The sight of my lovely daughter

And my beautiful, little boy

Well he’s actually not so little

He’s quite a grown young man

Nearly fifteen, with flaming red hair

Imagine if you can

I dream about my children

Almost every night

Can’t wait to see their faces

And hold them both real tight

No-one knows my story

I don’t have friends up here

I only see my kids now

Four times though the year

I wish I could be there with them

I feel I’m going through hell

But now, I owe it to all of us

To stay here and get well.

TIRED

I have to go

It’s time for bed.

My eyes are hanging

Out of my head.

I know it’s late

I know I’m wired.

I’m well and truly

Over-tired.

I’d better go

A shower too.

I’d better go

Toodle-oo.

Nini night

Auf weidersehn.

It’s time to go

To sleep again.

Tonight I’ll dream

I often do.

A peaceful sleep

I’ll dream of you.

A nice soft pillow

Under my head.

That’s all for now
I’m going to bed.


SOON


Not long now

I cannot wait

Seven days

Or is it eight?

I’ll see my kids

Hold them, kiss them

Tell them over again

How much I miss them.

They lift my heart

I feel it soar

Having them here

I want them more.

They’re beautiful kids

Sweet inside

Oh how my heart

Fills with pride.

The very thought

Of them being here

That day is soon

It’s drawing near.

Not long now

I cannot wait

Seven days

Or is it eight?
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AGORAPHOBIA

Hopeless in disquietude

Tremulous with fear

Anxious trepidation

The time is drawing near.

An ominous oppression

Permeates the air

Freeze with horror, stand aghast,

Shaking on the stair.

Knees knocking nervously

Heart hammering fast

Blood pounding through pressurised veins

Impending doom seems vast.

Visualising outcomes

Instinctively inching back

Starting to sweat profusely

Cursing the courage I lack.

Over as soon as it started

The panic is dying away

Agoraphobia wins again

I’ll stay inside today.

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SWEETNESS
 
Softly…gently…

Tenderly…your touch

I love you

Oh so very much.

Your look, your smile

Your gentle way

Your attitude

The things you say.

I feel so special

So loved and adored

When I met you

I really scored.

I close my eyes

And feel you here

Loving me

So sweet and dear.

You give me laughter

Joy and pleasure

Your love I cherish

And truly treasure.

I love you back

Deeply and strong

In your love

I can’t go wrong.

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BEING A MUM



A brilliant idea

A masterful stroke

But possible too

For us ordinary folk.


Not out of our reach

See - it’s just there

If we want it enough

If we love and care.


Share it with someone

Open your heart

Harder than you think

But a wonderful start.


It will not be easy

It can be quite tough

What you get back though

Is reward enough.


Being a parent

Is a wonderful thing

“I Love You Mum”

Can make your heart sing.

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MY EULOGY

I hope when I’m gone

I’m thought of with love,

Not with tears as I have lived

That you’ll recall me and say

I remember her well,

She had so much to give.


I hope when I’m gone

Sorrow is absent,

That nobody mourns my death.

That rather, my loved ones

Smile and laugh

Thankful, I ever drew breath.


I hope when I’m gone

I will leave behind

Memories able to lift,

Treasures of mind

That bring others peace,

An eternal, loving gift.


I hope when I’m gone

Songs and music play

While others are thinking of me,

Immortalised uniquely

With colour and fun

That’s what I want the memory to be.
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THE STORM 

Turbulently roiling

Cumulonimbus surge

A mistral lures the tempest

With an unrepenting urge.

Whipped into a frenzy

Leaves cavort around

They dance a wild pas-de-deux

Across the arid ground.
A tantalising perfume

Permeates the air

Haphazardly descending

An elemental stair.

A spontaneous eruption

Electrifies the night

Enveloped in a thunderous roar

A brilliant bolt of light.

Expelling luscious droplets

The clouds continue on

Racing through the atmosphere
                                                                     
                                                                     Until the storm is gone.