Dis Stress Less

Tina Carter

Description

This is Tina's second book of original poems. Her first, 'The Potion for Emotion', was published under the name Tina Mathurin, and this publication has the same intensity of emotion. She writes of personal issues and experiences in a way that is universal, giving an insight into the human condition. Here Tina employs yet again an engaging mix of reflections through the past twelve years. The poems describe Tina's own life, the trials and tribulations of life in today's world, the highs and the lows, including the complex emotions that have accompanied bereavement and relationship breakdowns.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 21 août 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780722349540
• Langue: English

Extrait

DIS STRESS LESS
Tina Carter
ARTHUR H. STOCKWELL LTD
Torrs Park, Ilfracombe, Devon, EX34 8BA
Established 1898
www.ahstockwell.co.uk




Copyright © Tina Carter, 2019
First published in Great Britain, 2019
Tina Carter asserts the right to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without express written permission from the copyright holder.
Digital version converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
By the same author:
The Potion for Emotion



Acknowledgements
Twelve years have passed since I published my last.
Thanks go to:
My sometimes volcanic rock, Michael Constantine Mathurin Jnr.
The wonderful new Welsh friends I have made and the great English friends I have.
Tredegar (the birthplace of the NHS), whose influence inspired me and my YouTube and Facebook posts.
My pets: Squealer, my healer (we have seen each other through illnesses and lonelier days), and Splish and Splosh, my two ducks, who have brought cheer to me and many of my friends and family, children, people with dementia and cancer sufferers.
My family, who supported and welcomed me back with open arms on my return to England.
Mr John, I could go on and on! Saved my life, no less.
The NHS, I must confess, truly IS THE BEST!



Solemn Vow
Promise me that when you’re down
You’ll call on me,
I’ll be around.
Promise me when times are low
I’ll share your burdens,
Your grief and woe.
Promise me when you are sad
I’ll show I care.
Life’s not all bad.
Promise me when you cry
I’ll dry your tears,
Lighten the sigh.
Promise me when you’re in pain
I’ll lighten your load,
Bring sunshine, through rain.
Promise me when all is lost
I’ll be there
To recoup the cost.
Promise me when you’ve news to share
I’ll be first to know,
I can’t help but care.
Promise me until your life’s end
I’ll be thought of first,
Not a fair-weather friend.



Classic
If I were a fifty-something-year-old car
I’d be a classic, a Jaguar,
Well maintained and in good condition
Cold frosty mornings may need help with ignition.
I’d be looked after, even well kept,
My interior would be immaculately swept,
Pampered and admired no end,
Taken out, shown off every weekend.
But I’m not – I’m just a wife,
Otherwise known as the trouble and strife,
Self-maintained and better than that
I even double up as a useful doormat.
Self-sufficient, I keep myself nice;
Mileage is high, but would gain a fair price.
Am I pampered? Admired? As if!
Spare tyre as standard, I Mrs the Miss.



Consolable Family
Playing consoles, escapism,
Creating their VR bubble
From parenthood, monogamy,
Reality or trouble.
Have sex with someone,
Alcohol the charm,
Pregnancy! Sack off,
Go get another one.
Seeking father’s love,
Horse’s mouth confessed to me,
“I wanted to be a father,
But not the responsibility.”
Your father didn’t care for you
So, to the next generation,
That’s what you do!
Not enough to make Dad stay;
Only good enough to take away!



Why Wait?
We wait to be born,
We wait to die,
We wait for a smile
As the tears pass us by.
We wait for a Friday,
We wait for weekend,
We wait for a message
From a loved one or friend.
We wait to be married,
We wait for divorce,
We wait for a mortgage
And to sell a house, of course.
We wait for a taxi,
We wait for a train,
We wait to see a doctor
To resolve all our pain.
We wait to be excused,
We wait to apply,
We wait for alone time
To allow us to cry.
We wait in a queue,
We wait to be served,
We wait for our table
Already reserved.
We wait for a decision,
We wait to be told,
We wait to be asked
For the story to unfold.
We wait for a change,
We wait for a chance,
We wait for the opening
Of a door or a branch.
We wait with patience,
We wait and we pray,
We wait to fall asleep
To live another day.



Bazaar
Every day I’m shopping
Online, at work
Find the best of everything,
I may well go berserk.
As if every day were Christmas Eve
Things I may want,
But may never need.
Essentials! That I do believe!
Provide for my home,
In the malls not alone,
Searching, seeking on my phone.
Best price?
Best advice?
Best Store?
Addictively more.
This mania just needs to stop.
Is there an app for that?
A store or shop?



Happy Day
Here I am truly at peace;
Amongst the chorus of the birds
I feel stress release.
Here I feel true calm;
Mind not racing I feel at one,
Adorned and kissed by the sun.
Thoughts untangle,
No more on the run.
No competition,
I feel genuine rest.
It’s a beautiful day,
I’m feeling blessed.



Never Again Will I
Hold your hand,
Look into your eyes
Knowing you care,
Mutually understand.
Telephone you weekly,
Pretend your jokes are funny,
Be there for you
When you run out of money.
Reassure you that it’ll be OK,
Listen to you
Or hear what you say,
Wish you goodnight
At the end of the day.



Hurt
I am not exclusive, with pain I feel within.
Everyone has lost someone – it’s nature, not a sin.
If we could see all the hurt that’s caused across the world
And each released a balloon of pain, the enormity would unfurl.
The atmosphere would be full; we would not see the sky.
There’d be no more space for even the tiniest midge to fly.
But life is for the living, the air is there for us,
Let’s not waste the time we’ve left to dwell, moan or cuss.
The bitter pain and heartache cause numb disabling tears,
Blocking the fond memories; few months are really years.
I am sorry for your loss – a well-repeated line
When digested and considered, quite apt for that time.
Take time because that is what’s needed,
Revisit the final resting place,
Speak your mind, free your voice
Until grief becomes a trace.
An answer may not be instant or even voiced aloud.
I assure you, you will feel response, alone or amongst a crowd.
Robins may visit or a tune on the radio?
Be willing to listen. A dream-like video?
Anger, denial, acceptance, relief,
One day at a time
Through the course of grief.



Human Right
I’m sad for this world
Where drugs numb the pain
From harsh reality
Of what does remain.
To bury your feelings
Or insist on a crutch
Says much for our need
To be loved, held and such.
To expect from others
What we ourselves don’t do,
Ask for help, not hiding fears
Of what we’re going through.
So, let’s make a pact,
Not hide from our pain.
Let us open our ears
To listen once again.
To be there for each other,
But allow each their space
So we can all rejoice
In our much-loved human race.



Fifty-Plus Radar
Get to fifty
On the age-concern radar,
Swamped with emails, calls and post
About cremation or burial
And which you’d prefer most?
Would you like a box to go?
Buried or perhaps your body to burn?
Would you like a sweetie jar
To be your resting urn?
Faced with what will you leave your kids?
Worth more dead than alive!
No matter how hard you’ve worked,
Scraping through, you barely have survived.
Your last will must be written,
Finances organised and divided.
You coped, only just, whilst you were alive,
Nothing left to you or provided!



Do You Know?
I can’t put my finger on it,
But something’s not quite right.
I’ve got all I could wish for,
Well, almost, just not quite.
A roof over my head,
Keep the wolves from the door,
So why do I feel somewhat amiss?
Even yearn for rather more?
If you wish for life t