Performances & Poetry
Many of my poems are themed and have an element in them of food for thought and there is often a deeper meaning that runs as a thread right through. Some have a mixture in them and most are light-hearted, poignant, funny, light or deep and dark with an element of mystery running through them.
Some of them could be used by other people in the theatre as re-enactment poems which would suit one or two people together on the stage and in the spotlight.
This is only the very tip of a very tall iceberg and there are many more to explore and to hear, if you so wish, as my collection has reached over a thousand and is always growing!
Examples of my poetry
Reflective
Reflective
Reflective
A light shines on the everyday,
To give you hope in a burning ray.
The sea will hear and keep your secrets held in time and space,
As good citizens of the universe and human race.
All of this will reflect in your eyes,
As you look above to the bluest of skies,
And only love will be your guide.
Comedy
Reflective
Reflective
A beautiful lady lives on our street,
And her ears are pierced right through.
A rocket might land near her unmentionables,
So then she would be covered in the dew!
She wears a special hat of style,
with a feather leaning a little to the right.
It tickles her fancy and makes her laugh,
so now she keeps it on all night!
Dramatic
A mix of all three!
A mix of all three!
A vampire rose at the crack of dawn,
and vowed that a flow of crimson he would take.
His eyes were deep and sallow,
as he pondered the depths of his fate!
Shadows grew upon the open moors,
but a fine chink of light was there to start.
He wanted to tread the path of good and not evil,
but love was still as a river in his heart!
A mix of all three!
A mix of all three!
A mix of all three!
Today, I need to buy some bycicle clips for Sidney,
Before I walk beside the river's edge,
For it is there that I will become a much better person,
Before I throw my smalls over the neighbour's hedge!!!!!
And simply cause an EXPLOSION!!!!!!!
My Fairtrade poetry
A fairer way of life
A fairer way of life
A fairer way of life
There is more than enough to go round,
The seed, the vegetable, the fruit divine,
The soil could be full to overflowing
And the selling of produce be fair and kind.
Hunger should never raise its head
Or abound in any place,
If we shared goods and profit evenly,
Look at all the wonder we could trace.
Whether coffee, tea or chocolate,
From the growers to the hands,
A much fairer way of life would sweep
Throughout near and distant lands.
Everyone would raise a smile
And have enough for their needs,
Fair trade for all flesh and blood,
In the sowing of the seeds.
Written in 2008
Milk and honey
A fairer way of life
A fairer way of life
Give anything you can
To the poor of the world,
So they may drink honey and milk
With an appetite unfurled.
Give them a chance
To plant the seeds of joy,
So they may eat in plenty
In a love that will never cloy.
Give the satin of your heart
To blend the two together,
So fields may be greener
In a hope that flows forever.
Give your passion from the soul
The berries of your mind,
So they may cherish a freedom
Food and liquid to refine.
Give anything you can
To the eyes that long to see,
So they may wear the jewels
Of love and pure prosperity.
Warp everything in peace
And cover them with silk,
So they may taste the softness
From the chalice of honey and milk.
Written in 2008
A fair trade fountain
A fair trade fountain
A fair trade fountain
When pure love streams from the heart
And fills the centre of the mind,
Fair Trade glitters like a pearl;
The essence of its existence for all to find.
This is a lamp to the universe
For the rich and poor as brothers,
Giving and taking evenly together,
Into the hands of one another.
Now, while we enjoy enough
And others have so little in their view,
We need to tip the scales to an even keel
To bring luxury to the whole and not the few.
They laugh together in hard times,
Their smile is richer at the core,
On struggling to keep the home fires burning,
They can show us so much more.
Out into the wide open world
Let the fountain of plenty gush freely by,
Pouring into gentle beings both here and there,
Where the clear water will saturate a sigh.
A Fairtrade garden
A fair trade fountain
A fair trade fountain
A garden should be fruitful
And spread the whole world through,
Petals of plenty covering the soil,
At the ripening of the dew.
The forests should flourish
And expand with fresh new trees,
Then mouths would all be satisfied,
At the flowing of the seas.
A garden is for all people,
When it is carefully planned and laid
And all should come to fruition,
When it is covered by Fairtrade.
Written in 2008
A sparkling teardrop
From fair dreams to reality
A sparkling teardrop
A little child curled the corners of her mouth,
With a rough and splintered bowl in her hand,
She could not reach the marble table
And in her weakness, hardly stand.
Her face was fresh, with muddy streaks,
Her feet were petite but very sore,
Inside she was wild and beautiful
And very loving to the core.
Every day she sang and danced,
With a smile etched upon her face,
Dreaming of an unseen paradise
And fine ribbons edged with lace.
Her heart was large and giving,
In her world of hunger and flaking soil,
But she had a hope above and beyond
The dirt and simplicity of her toil.
She knew that somewhere or somehow,
A miracle would come her way,
To enrich and lighten her heavy load
And bring a glittering to her day.
A little teardrop rose and trembled
And fell quite hapless to the dust,
As did her little breakfast bowl,
That had crumbled into rust.
The fallen tear glowed suddenly on the soil,
Where many others in a crushing, lay,
As a spark rose up from the ashes,
That became the sparkle of her day.
This little mite became the flag and cornerstone,
The start of a brighter cavalcade,
For she had received a generous blessing,
From the gold and silver of Fairtrade.
Written in 2009
Golden sawdust
From fair dreams to reality
A sparkling teardrop
A small, scarred hand is trembling,
On the sawdust of its labour,
Blood is trickling like a river,
Without a grace or cherished favour.
Arms are heavy and mouths are dry,
Aching fingers need a softening glove,
As a body falls, to sleep upon the dust,
In need of a cuddle, warmth and love.
Legs are muddy, scratched and spindly,
A borrowed coat, a toeless shoe,
Words help, but they are not enough,
For the whole and not the few.
These children can teach us so much,
With a marked and chafing hand,
Green shoots must sprout around them,
In the hollows where they stand.
Their tears must not fall in vain,
It is all their passion lends,
A basic human touch is needed,
For their surrounding family and friends.
These tender souls must be loudly heard,
Their rough plight must not remain,
A scattered sawdust must flare with gold,
To help them to restore and to regain.
Each table must be full and not empty
And the sun should gleam on every floor,
Coins must tumble down like pouring rain
And a more widespread wealth, come to the fore.
They must walk on clean and solid ground
And have a spring in every step they take,
They need compassion to help themselves,
In the fine and varied products that they make.
No shadow must ever be allowed to linger,
Their burdens must be lifted from their eyes,
As they freely share a truly priceless smile,
We give them back, a special gift to realise.
This golden sawdust must be evenly spread
And sprinkled on all their shadowed shade,
A hope, that only ordinary folk can nurture,
By their support and giving to Fairtrade.
Written in 2009
From fair dreams to reality
From fair dreams to reality
From fair dreams to reality
Part of the world is very hungry
With a hollow dimple on its chin,
Its eyes are large and beautiful,
Waiting for life to begin.
Its bowl is cracked and empty
And tender hearts are running dry,
Seeking to bind ends together
With tethered hands, they try.
It is not jewels that are needed
But love, sustenance and drink,
The basics of pure humanity
To keep them from the brink.
Their fields need enriching
To replenish the barren stands,
Needing help to dance in freedom
Through the dust of foreign lands.
From fair dreams to reality
We can gently sow the seeds,
Sprinkling a glowing share
To fulfill the deepest needs.
Let the abundance of our lives
Flow to their tiny streams and rivers,
To help them in their humble quest
For a gold that life delivers.
Spread sparkling love around them
So these precious pickings may ever shine,
To create a much fairer world
That is theirs and yours and mine.
Written in 2008
Disclaimer
All of the above poetry and lyrics are taken from part of some of my works. These are not to be used under any circumstance without agreement from myself (Susan Lacey) directly.