Last Night My Country Clapped Their Hands

Last night my country clapped their hands

They stood out in the street

Or opened a window up high

To show the heroes

We are here.

….

Last night my country clapped their hands

They came out from their houses

And joined each other

Together even though

We are apart.

I cried when people clapped their hands

Even though we clap hands often

Because this is not a show

Or a concert

This is war.

Last night my children clapped their hands

They didn’t really know why

But one day they will look back

And remember

They were there.

For everyone who clapped their hands

I want to say I’m proud of you

For doing your part

In your homes

We are here.

By Donna Ashworth 

#clapforcarers

Angels On Earth

Angels On Earth

…..

And so the earth angels came together, to answer the call of humanity in crisis.

They stepped forward without hesitation, to stand between us and the danger. 

They have done so many times before. 

But never quite like this.

…..

The earth angels kissed their loved ones, one last time, before entering the fray.

Not knowing when they would emerge again.

It is said that angels don’t feel sad about this.

But I think maybe they do.

…….

You see, the hidden wings of an earth angel, won’t allow them to fly away.

They cannot flee from tragedy, that’s thing about these angels on earth.

They can only go towards it.

They were made that way.

…..

And if the earth angel is tired, or too weary to go on anymore.

They hide that struggle away from the world, lest it worry another.

And every time a soul leaves earth too soon,

The earth angels shed a silent tear,

For those they could not help.

Poem by Donna Ashworth #poem #nhsheroes #keyworkers #nurses #doctors
Image: Pachay

In The Quiet

In The Quiet….

I heard a little voice in the quiet

It sounded like somebody said my name

It sounded like your voice in the quiet

As though you’re trying to help me rise again.

…..

I told the little voice in the quiet

I said that I was very scared indeed

I felt your loving warmth in the quiet

I knew that you had come to me in need.

……

I sat still with your voice in the quiet

I whispered that I felt I couldn’t cope

I heard the words you always used to tell me

That you would always throw me out a rope.

……

I took the rope you gave me in the quiet

I pulled myself to shore to start anew

Thank you for your wisdom in the quiet

Because of you I know I’ll make it through.

©️Donna Ashworth @ladiespassiton

Before The Virus Came Along

Before the virus came along
Life was fast and ruthless
And the world spun like a wheel
Going round.

Before the virus came along
People were busy and breathless
Their lives lacked simple things
Like time.

When the virus came along
The wheel was forced to brake
Momentum lost its power
And stopped.

And people came to see
That they were not the drivers
That bigger wheels were turning
Unseen.

When the virus left again
The world was green and breathing
The rested people knew
What mattered.

Now the memory is just that
Time is much the healer
But something lingered longer
And stayed.

The virus shaped the world
And made the people grateful
For peace and touch and freedom
Again.

By Donna Ashworth

History Will Remember When The World Stopped

History will remember when teh world stopped

History will remember when the world stopped
And the flights stayed on the ground.
And the cars parked in the street.
And the trains didn’t run.

History will remember when the schools closed
And the children stayed indoors
And the medical staff walked towards the fire
And they didn’t run.

History will remember when the people sang
On their balconies, in isolation
But so very much together
In courage and song.

History will remember when the people fought
For their old and their weak
Protected the vulnerable
By doing nothing at all.

History will remember when the virus left
And the houses opened
And the people came out
And hugged and kissed
And started again

Kinder than before.

Donna Ashworth

Copyright Donna Ashworth 2020 ©

Whilst The World Is Locking Down

Heal the world poem/ pandemic poem

Whilst the world is locking down…

Take the time to pause.

To reset.

To switch off and on again.

Whilst the world is locking down.

Take some time to reflect.

To connect.

In other ways.

Whilst the world is locking down.

Take the chance to look around.

Inside your mind.

Find what you need, in there.

Whilst the world is locking down

Let the planet heal itself.

Whilst you do the same my friend.

The world is exhausted,

We are exhausted.

Whilst the world is locking down

Breathe in gratitude every day.

Let the enormity of our blessings sink in.

We will wake up soon to a whole new world.

Let’s heal.

Donna Ashworth

Don’t Fall In Love With A Body

Don’t fall in love with a body

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a laugh, or a twinkle in the eye.

That way, should those blessings ever wane, you will do your best to bring them back. And we all need someone who wants to bring back our twinkle, someone who lives to make us laugh.

Don’t fall in love with a body.

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a mind.

A person’s mind only gets more interesting as time moves on. And should that mind ever lose its memory, you will do your utmost to be the light that person needs in the darkest hour. You will be their bridge to the past.

Don’t fall in love with a body.

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a heart.

A good heart creates beauty in anyone, anywhere and spreads more goodness in its wake. And should that heart ever break, you will move mountains to put it back together again, piece by piece. 

Don’t fall in love with a body.

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a soul. If you can find a soul you feel connected to, your life will never be without love. And should that soul ever leave this earth, you will still be connected forevermore, in ways we cannot even begin to fathom. A soul never dies, not really.

Don’t fall in love with a body my friend.

Your body was only ever meant to get you where you needed to be.

Fall in love with a friend.

Donna Ashworth

What’s It Like To Be A Woman….

‘What’s it like to be a woman?”

A little bird whispered in my ear.

‘Is it just like being human?’

Oh it is so much more, my dear.

———————————

We are the holders, we are the keepers,

Of the secrets and the truth.

We are the safe place in a storm,

The creator of all youth.

——————————-

We are the place where life is softest,

We are the colour in the story.

We are the wisdom and the instinct,

Mother Nature in all her glory.

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We are the taker of all worry,

We keep it deep within our hearts

So that others may unburden,

So that great new lives may start.

————————————

We are the makers of the home,

Not just the walls but of the spirit.

Bringing everyone together,

Letting love and laughter fill it.

—————————————

We are sisters, mothers, wives,

So many things in every day.

We are the start of every life,

We are the reason, we are the way.

——————————————

We are fuelled by intuition,

Call it magic, if you like

We are women, we are so much more,

Than any words that I could write.

Donna Ashworth

Be Kind…

If you’re worried you’re not kind enough,

Then you’re probably already so.

Because kindness is within you,

You just have to let it flow.

It’s the wishing good on strangers,

Even though your day is grey.

It’s the smiling at the lady who

Is getting in your way.

It’s the little spoon of sugar,

That you leave out for a bee.

It’s the catching of a spider,

In a glass, to set it free.

It’s the sending out good messages,

Even though they’re in your head.

It still works just as well,

as if you’d texted it instead.

It’s stopping for a stranger,

Who is holding out a tin.

It’s the not becoming blind,

To someone eating out a bin.

It’s the writing of good wishes,

When a milestone has been met.

Not just birth and marriage,

Maybe getting out of debt?

It’s the sharing of your treasures,

Whether plentiful or not.

To some, a pound means nothing,

But to many, it’s a lot.

It’s the listening to the stories,

You have heard ten times before.

But refuse to show the signs,

That you’re finding it a chore.

It’s the trying to cut out plastic,

And eat more plants than meat

Being kind to the planet,

And yourself, is no mean feat.

Kindness is a feeling,

An atmosphere of care.

It’s not the great big gestures,

It’s just showing that you’re there.

So, if you think you’re not,

Then, my friend, you’re off the hook.

For those who even think it,

Are those who write the book.

Donna Ashworth

And Still I Rise….

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.  Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.  Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

Strong Women Break

Donna Ashworth Poem/ poem about women/ Ladies Pass It On Poem/ empowering women poem

Strong women break

Strong women fall

Strong women rise again.

Strong women bend

Strong women yield

Strong women grow through pain. 

Strong women fear

Strong women falter

Strong women do it anyway.

Strong women doubt

Strong women hurt

Strong women make it look easy.

Strong women make

Strong women build

Strong women, sister, friend, mother.

Strong women give

Strong women take

Strong women find each other.

Strong women laugh

Strong women heal

Strong women face any weather.

Strong women hear

Strong women feel

Strong women, conquer, together.

Donna Ashworth

When I Am Gone

Grief/loss

When I am gone, you can love me best

By giving the parts of me away to whose who wait to die

Or those who wait to see

Or those who wait to live.

And if you need me

Put your arms around someone else 

Someone who is worthy of your need

And feel with them, the love I gave

Let it come.

You can love me best

By loving, by giving

By living your life like it cries to be lived

By letting go when the natural order demands it

By being at peace with the circle of life.

When I am gone, you can love me best

By seeking more love.

For love never dies, only people do.

When all that is left of me is love,

Give me away.

Donna Ashworth



Put Down Your Phone My Friend…

Put down your phone

Look around

There is life all around you

Colours, sounds.

There are people you love

Sitting silent and lonely

There are words to be said

If you would only…

Put down your phone.

Put down your phone

When breaking bread

When lying in bed

Your love by your head.

You are giving your thoughts

To those far away

And yet in your home 

There are words left to say…

Put down your phone.

Put down your phone

Let your children see

That life is not happening

On a screen.

Open a book 

and read to them

Theses are the things 

they’ll remember when…

They put down their phones.

‘Mobile Phone lovers’ by Banks


I Hope You Live More Loudly

I hope you love more deeply.

I hope you laugh hard. Every single day.

I hope you learn to love yourself for just who you are, right now.

I hope someone loves you the way you deserve to be loved. Completely.

I hope your dreams make it into reality.

I hope you feel the sun on your face and the sand between your toes.

I hope you wake up with peace in your heart.

I hope you are surrounded by people who see the good in you and want the very best for your soul.

I hope you walk away from anyone who doesn’t.

I hope, beyond hope, that your life is a story written by you, and not for you.

I hope you speak your mind and say I love you, before it’s too late.

I hope you lead with kindness and speak up against hate.

I hope you sing, and dance, like no one is watching.

I hope you live.

More loudly than before.

Much more loudly than before.

From this moment on…

Donna Ashworth

Let’s All Be A Little More ‘Hilda‘

Let’s all be a little more ‘Hilda’, I say

Let’s squeeze so much joy into every day

Let’s tackle new things with no fear of falling

Let’s live for today and quit with the stalling

Let’s show our true selves, in all of our glory

Let’s remember each day, we are writing our story

Let’s be fearless and cheerful and sing our own song

Let’s never forget that we women are strong

Let’s not be afraid to say how we feel

Let’s always be genuine, always be real

Let’s all be a little more Hilda, I say

Let’s plough through this life, living our way

Let’s always be true to the woman inside

Let’s allow her to breathe, there’s no need to hide

She’s waiting within for the dawn of tomorrow

She’s waited too long, staying quiet in sorrow

Let’s all be a little more Hilda, I say

It’s time to release her, she’s ready to play.

Donna Ashworth

Artist Duane Bryers

Better Days Are Coming

Better Days Are Coming

Keep going, my friend.

Keep your eyes to the sky.

Keep letting in light.

The morning is nigh.

Keep going, my darling.

Keep hope in your soul.

Each minute’s a victory.

Each new day, a goal.

Keep going, my angel.

You’re doing just fine.

Today is your hell.

Tomorrow you’ll shine.

Keep hoping, my love.

Keep reaching for hands.

Take everyone’s offer.

We’ll pull you to stand.

Keep going, my wonder.

Reach deep to your core.

The answer’s within you.

Just dig down some more.

Keep going, sweet sister.

Life’s taking its toll.

You’re broken and battered.

You never feel whole.

But 

Keep going, my friend.

Your broken is fine.

If there weren’t any cracks.

How could your light shine?

 

Better Days Are Coming/ ladies Pass It On/ Pome for women/ Keep Going/ Don’t quit

Better Days Are Coming

Donna Ashworth

There Is Little You Can Do to Make Everyone Like You

There is little you can do to make everyone like you.
Some people will see the real you, straight away. The you with the worries, the fears, the kind heart. 
Others will only see what you have that is not theirs. Or who you have. Or a life that sparkles a tad too brightly for their liking.
In Some People’s Story You’re An Angel, In Others You’re The Villain.
And that is pretty much that.
If you are spending any time worrying how others see you, or whether they think you are a good person or not, you are wasting precious time my friend.
Precious time that is much needed elsewhere.
It is a universal truth that you cannot please all of the people all of the time.
That in fact, the best way to get even close to this goal, is to stop trying and to just be your authentic self, with kindness.
Always with kindness.
So, if you have been hurt by an unjust representation of yourself, in someone else’s story… take comfort in the fact that it is not the truth.
And that the right people will see that.
Keep your sparkly little light shining and your people will find you.
And they will stay.
And you will never have to convince them of who you are.
They just know.

 

Beneath The Sweater And The Skin

Beneath The Sweater And The Skin

How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail
ferociously
and have gained the
capacity
to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
remember?

This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
you’ve come so far.

I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking.

by Jeannette Encinias

 

#ageinggracefully #jeanetteencinias #wordstoliveby #poemsofage

I Hope You Find Someone…

I hope you find someone, who won’t let you face the darkness alone
I hope you find someone, who listens; to your words and your silence
I hope you find someone, who loves to make you laugh
I hope you find someone, who sees you
I hope you find someone, who wants to know more about you, every day
I hope you find someone, who makes you feel safe even when they are far away
I hope you find someone, who cares about your happiness as much as their own
I hope you find someone, who bends
I hope you find someone, who dreams of holding your hand to the very end 
I hope you find someone who can’t stay mad with you for long
I hope you find someone who would let you go, if they had to
I hope you find someone, who deserves
I hope you find someone, who sees your ‘flaws’ as the very best things about you
I hope you find someone who can’t sleep if they don’t know you’re okay
I hope you find someone who brings their own sunshine
I hope you find someone who forgives
I hope you find someone like this, my friend, but most of all, I hope you find all of the above within yourself first.
It makes it easier you see.
Easier for that person – lover, friend, man, woman, child, whoever – to come into your world. 
Love yourself the way you want to be loved…
the rest just falls into place.

I hope you find someone whoDonna Ashworth

HAVE THE COURAGE….

Have the courage
To live as a whole
To listen to your heart
To talk to your soul
To know who you are
When others do not
To look for the vibes
To listen to thoughts
Have the heart
To shoulder the world
To see that we’re one
Whether man, boy or girl
To understand life
Is a pathway of love
That the kingdom of heaven
Is right here, not above
Have the joy
To appreciate life
To laugh and to cry
To accept both are right
To go with the flow
When the winds of change rage
To learn to let go
To break free from that cage
Have the vision
To share your own story
The ugly truth heals
As much as the glory
Pass down your lessons
The joy and the pain
Remind those who follow
To dance in the rain.
Have the patience
To wait for the signs
But never stop living
enjoying the ride
Listen to silence
As loud as the screams
Respect life’s sorrows
Follow your dreams

Listen to your Heart/ follow your dreams/ have the courageDonna Ashworth

When I Am Older…

When I am older, I will be louder
And tell people just what I think.
I will wear what I like and none of it will match
I will live life right to the brink.

When I am older, I will love every moment
And forget all the nonsense of life.
I’ll go straight for the real stuff and bypass the rest
I will live without gossip and strife.

When I am older, I will look in my mirror
And like what I see, every day.
I will sit watching sunsets and notice the flowers
And do what I please in my way.

When I am older, I will tell all my stories
And pass down the lessons I’ve learned.
I will travel as much as my body allows
And enjoy all the money I’ve earned.

When I am older, I won’t spend my time
Wondering who said what about when.
I won’t care who likes me, or who has what
I will need only one or two friends.

When I am older, things will be simple
I’ll go with my heart every day.
I won’t ignore children who point out a bug
I’ll sit down on the ground and I’ll play.

When I am older, I will be proud
Of the things I’ve done in my time
Of the people I’ve loved, the mistakes that I made
The way that things worked out just fine.

So what about now, perhaps I should practice
In case it’s not easy at all…
I’ll start dropping worries and cares and the stress
And think about having a ball.

I’ll start with my breakfast, it should be delicious
I’ll taste every drop that goes in.
I won’t worry about the size of my thighs
Not today, for today I begin….

 

 

When I Am Older

By Donna Ashworth

If You Want To Change The World Love A Woman, Just One Woman

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman.
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.~

~Lisa Citore

If you wnat to change the world love a woman

Silence Isn’t Golden

Silence Isn’t Golden

I feel ‘Fine’, ‘OK’ , even ‘good’, the overused lies,
Said on repeat, so the truth can still hide.
Then out of nowhere a confidence to open that door,
Just a small step, a shuffle, a mere slide on life’s floor.
To you though it’s huge, you have achieved,
Yet your subtlety’s ignored, leading to a perverse sense of relief.
It’s out there, you’ve done it, but no questions asked,
Explanations unnecessary, you can re-apply your mask.
Lips that wanted to speak, join in a muted seal,
A cathartic cover descends on the true way you feel.
Until the time when resentment creeps in,
Why didn’t they notice, pick up on your hint?
Yes it may have been subtle but you’re not one to shout,
Being centre of attention is not what you’re about.
But a little bit of realisation wouldn’t go amiss,
There are too many people living in this abyss.
I read all the stories, people incredulous as to ‘why’?
Why didn’t they speak out, why choose death over life?
Maybe in that moment it was felt there was no escape,
Maybe a split second later a mind changed, but too late.
So to those who are hiding, keep trying to let in the light,
The light of family and friendship, to help where its required.
Turn your whispers to words, give your hints vivid colour,
If you don’t want to burden, offload to another.
A qualified stranger, a private forum, a start,
A doctor who’s under oath not to impart.
To show you the options, a way to break down the wall,
Brick by brick, till a gateway appears, one of hope.
And to those who have never been consumed with self doubt,
Don’t pass by the subtleties of those too scared to shout.
By Paula Watts

Silence isn’t golden

WHEN I SAY I LOVE YOU MORE

I don’t mean that I love you more than you love me.

I mean, that I love you…

More than all the obstacles life will put in front of us.

More than the distance between us.

More than the sum of the hardships we will bear.

More than the lure of any other life.

More than any fight we could have.

More than anything that could tear us apart.

I don’t just love you enough to make it through…

I love you more.

When i say I love you more

THE WISE OLD WOMAN

THE WISE OLD WOMAN

I once met a wise old woman,
whose face spoke of many hard years
She was eager to part me her wisdom
and her words surely moved me to tears.
‘Put it down’ she said with great passion
‘That load which you’re carrying there
It was only supposed to be fleeting
But you’ve born it for all these long years.’

‘What load’ I inquired with surprise
For my hands were as empty as air.
She placed her hand straight on my heart
‘It’s the load that you have right in there.’
‘Let it go now my child and be free
Don’t wear yourself thin like I did.
It’s okay to drop it and leave it.
Place it down now and go out and live.’

The wise old woman

D.Ashworth

LPIO 2018

JUST SLOW DOWN

Slow down…

slow down everything.

your breathing

your thinking

your emotions

your movements

your words

your listening

slow it all down and you will feel life seeping in through the gaps.

ideas seeping in, joy seeping in, solutions seeping in,

peace seeping in, love seeping in.

if you will only just slow down.

Just slow down/ ladies pass it on poems

 

HE

He

…is the ying to my yang, the sane to my mad and the mad to my sane.

He

…is the moon to my sun; we each have our turn to shine.

He

…is the spark to my match some days, the water to my fire on others.

He

…is often both the rock and the hard place too. The light and the dark.

He

…is everything I wanted and lots of things I didn’t even know I needed.

 

HE...is the ying to my yang, the moon to my sun. Poem about husbandHE

Donna Ashworth

LPIO 2018

AFTER A WHILE

AFTER A WHILE

You learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul

And you learn love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t always promises
and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn
with every good-bye you learn.

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

DEAR WOMAN,

 

Dear Woman,

Sometimes
You’ll just be too much woman.
Too smart,
Too beautiful,
Too strong.
Too much of something
That makes a man feel like less of a man,
Which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a
woman.
The biggest mistake you can make
Is removing jewels from your crown
To make it easier for a man to carry.
When this happens, I need you to understand,
You do not need a smaller crown –
You need a man with bigger hands.

 

By Michael Reid

Dear women, a poem by Michael Reid. Poems about women

I’VE LEARNED…

I’ve learned….
That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.

I’ve learned….
That when you’re in love, it shows.

I’ve learned ….
That just one person saying to me, ‘You’ve made my day!’ makes my day.

I’ve learned….
That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.

I’ve learned….
That being kind is more important than being right.

I’ve learned….
That you should never say no to a gift from a child.

I’ve learned….
That I can always pray for someone when I don’t have the strength to help him in any other way.

I’ve learned….
That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.

I’ve learned….
That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.

I’ve learned….
That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.

I’ve learned….
That life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I’ve learned….
That money doesn’t buy class.

I’ve learned….
That it’s those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

I’ve learned…
That under everyone’s hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I’ve learned….
That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I’ve learned….
That when you plan to get even with someone,
you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

I’ve learned….
That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I’ve learned….
That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

I’ve learned….
That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.

I’ve learned….
That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I’ve learned….
That life is tough, but I’m tougher.

I’ve learned….
That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

I’ve learned….
That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.

I’ve learned….
That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.

I’ve learned….
That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrowhe may have to eat them.

I’ve learned….
That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I’ve learned….
That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, you’re hooked for life.

I’ve learned….
That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.

I’ve learned….
That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.

Poem by the late great Andy Rooney

I’ve learned by Andy Rooney. Poem about life lessons

 

WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS MADE OF?

WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS MADE OF

Sugar & Spice and all things nice?

Hell no…

Little girls are made of smarts, intuition, empathy and determination.

And that’s just for starters.

As they grow into women it becomes very clear that little girls are made of something very strong indeed.

Strong with the softest centre and the warmest heart. With healing kisses and listening ears. With understanding eyes and welcoming arms. With steely determination and a sprinkle of sparkle.

Strong, not in an obvious way but in an enduring way. A ‘never give up’ kind of way.

Women, we are the cornerstones on which everything rests.

Upon which everything is built.

We have to be solid and timeless and patient.

Have you ever found a material, man-made or otherwise, that can bear the weight of all that structure yet still be the softest place to rest your weary head?

You never will.

Little girls are made of that.

What are little girls made of, sugar and spice and all things nice. D. Ashworth

©LPIO 2018

DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT

We are here for but a short time but if you are fighting against the wind of change, it can feel like a life-sentence.

Instead of an adventure.

It should feel like a wonderful adventure.

You have been growing and changing since the day you were born, nothing new there. Embrace the changes, embrace the years, embrace the adventures and the doors that open for you.

Walk through them.

Do not go gently into the night.

Go with laughter, with spirit, with joy in your heart.

Go with the twinkle still in your eye and the humour in your heart.

Go with the excitement of the new, the memory of the old and the comfort of the circle of life.

Do not go gently into the night.

Go out with a blast, burn brightly, love fiercely, live loudly.

Do not gently into the night.

Do not go burdened either.

Release the bonds that tie you, break the chains that bind you and put down your heavy load.

You do not need it, any of it.

Do not go gently into the night, my friend. Go out in a blaze of glory.

 

D. Ashworth

LPIO 2018

 

 DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT, GROW OLD DISGRACEFULLY

You Won’t Find Me In There…

Don’t define me by my size
You won’t find me in there
See no measure in my thighs
Or the colour of my hair
Don’t judge me on possessions
Or holidays I take
Don’t take note of my jewellery
Or the money I may make

I’m a mixture of emotions
All rolled into a form
Full of life and love and laughter
And memories so warm
I’m all the lands I’ve wandered
And the stories that I’ve read
I’m all the thoughts that visit
When I’m tucked up safe in bed

I’m a complex mix of lessons
Which I’ve learned along the way
I’m an echo of my musings
And the things I didn’t say
I’m often fiercely happy
And sometimes deeply sad
I’m kind and deep and loving
There’s more good in me than bad

So look at me and wonder
Of all that’s deep inside
Don’t just assume you know me
And the stories my smile hides
If you take the time to delve
You will find out more each day
But for now no need to judge mE 
Till you’ve walked with me some way

Poem about me/ i am not

Donna Ashworth

©LPIO 2017 All Rights Reserved

HEY YOU…OUT THERE

HEY YOU, OUT THERE, YOU THINK YOURE ON YOUR OWN/ POEM ABOUT LONELINESSHey you…out there
You think you’re on your own
You think you are the only one
Who’s gazing at their phone.

You think the world is turning
and you’re just stuck in time
That everyone is laughing,
dancing, drinking wine.

You think that everyone has
someone holding them so tight
You think that everyone is safe in bed
and loved tonight.

Well I am also here and
I am thinking those things too
I’m waiting for the world to
bring me someone just like you.

So don’t forget you’re worthy
Don’t forget that you’re enough
Keep your bright light shining
Let it lead you through the rough.

And one day when you’re laughing
And you’re happy just to be
Someone will see your light so bright
And find you – wait and see.

Hey You
By D. Ashworth

 

MIRROR MIRROR

Mirror Mirror On The Wall,

I do not care if I’m big or small.

You see, I found out long ago,

That looking at you brings such woe.

And so, instead, I looked within,

And decided then that I’d begin,

To see myself clear in my head,

And take away the mirror dread.

So now when I catch my reflection,

I do not notice my complexion,

Instead I see a friend I know,

Looking good from head to toe.

So darling if you feel this way,

Let these words lead the way,

The mirror should not be your judge,

Know yourself, be firm, don’t budge.

D. Ashworth

LPIO 2017

You Don’t Look Like The Settling Kind, Keep Not Settling…

Don’t settle

Don’t finish crappy books

Leave the restaurant if you don’t care for the menu

Don’t waste 2 hours on a movie you don’t want to see

Stop wearing clothes that hurt

Take off the shoes that pinch

Don’t hang around to be insulted

Never believe you deserved it

Say yes to the things that spark your heart

Say no to the stuff that eats your joy

Don’t let a day pass without a laugh

Spend time with those that fill you up

Never let anyone steal your peace

Don’t waste too much time worrying

Or being afraid

Time passing too fast is the only thing you need to fear today

You don’t look like the settling kind…

Keep not settling.

Don’t settleDonna Ashworth

LPIO 2017

THE SNAP

THE SNAP

There is only so much a girl can take, only so much weight she will bear in silence.

If you push and push, and pick and pick, and prod and poke me.

There will come a day when I will stop bending and I will snap.

When I snap, no matter how much you regret placing the final straw that broke my back, it will be too late.

Take me for granted today, miss me tomorrow.

Never mistake silence for weakness, or acceptance.

The silence is giving you time to reflect upon your choices, before it’s too late.

 

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LOSE

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LOSE

Lose your cares, lose your fears but never lose your wonder.
Never lose the way you’re so excited by the thunder.

Lose your shame, lose your chains but never lose your spark.
The burning, churning essence that’s shining from your heart.

Lose your worries, lose your way but never lose your spirit
The world is waiting, close your eyes and listen, you will hear it.

Lose your looks, lose your status but never lose your fun.
Life can be so full of joy, call it, it will come.

Lose your money, lose your things but never lose your love
Keep it in your heart, it’s a blessing from above.

 

 

SHE’S COMING HOME

She's coming home/ poem/ she left home

SHE’S COMING HOME

She changed her face, she changed her hair
She changed the way she talked
She changed her clothes, she changed her nose
She changed the way she walked

She lived the dream, she saw the world
She made it on her own
She bought the things, she wore the rings
She did it all alone

The only problem now, she thought,
Is ‘things’ are just no fun
If you can’t share them all around
And wear them for someone

She realised she’d lived a lie
Where was her lovely face?
Her walk, her accent, all her quirks
Were battered out of place

I want them back, they are all mine
The gifts that I was given
I’m sorry you weren’t good enough
I’m sorry I was driven

I’m going home, I’m tired of this
I want my friends and family
And suddenly I feel at peace
She packed her bags, so calmly…

 

 

HEAVEN

HEAVEN
“Follow me”, she said, “I’m going somewhere new.
It’s not a place on any map, it’s deep inside of you.
You can’t get there by car, or boat or any train,
You get there just by feeling, by switching off your brain.
It’s far beyond the madness, far beneath your fear.
Under all the doubt and worry, further still, you’re near.
Once we’re there, be prepared, you won’t want to come home.
When you realise heaven did exist, inside you all along.
Donna Ashworth LPIO 2017.

Heaven/ poem/ follow me she said

 

BURN BRIGHTLY

Burn brightly make waves sparkle fiercely live loudly

Burn Brightly
Make Waves
Live loudly
Sparkle Fiercely
Love Wildly
Care Deeply
Speak Truthfully
Listen Carefully
Touch Tenderly
Eat Deliciously
Smile Randomly
Dream Imaginatively
Laugh Contagiously
Dance Freely
Forgive Faultlessy
Give Endlessly
Wake Excitedly
Sleep Peacefully
See Vividly
Burn Brightly
Make Waves
Live loudly
Sparkle Fiercely

 

 

 

FINE

I'm fine, Poem about depressionFINE

I’m balanced on a knife edge, running out of time.
My heart’s exploding in my ears but still I say ‘I’m fine’.

I’m hoping you won’t notice, yet praying that you care
My world is turning inside out, no one can reach me there.

I’m swimming for the surface, I’m using all I’ve left
The sun is sparkling just above, I’m running out of breath.

 

Donna Ashowrth

©LPIO 2017

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SPINNING PLATES

SPINNING PLATES/ POEM- SPINNING PLATES/ CIRCUS

Sometimes, you have to drop a few plates
Watch them smash on the ground
And shout, ‘this is my circus, I’m tired of being a clown…

I am the ringmaster now – and I decide who stays,
I decide who sits to watch, I decide who pays.

This tightrope – it’s far too high and far too bloody thin
These animals are tired of crowds, of being trapped within.

I’m cutting it down and setting them loose, I’m tired of living this folly
This smile is painted on my face, the mask of eternal jolly.

I’m closing the tent, I’m done with the show it’s time to shut this down.
If you’ve come to see a spectacle, then please do turn around.

There’s nothing to see here, nothing to watch. I’m breaking free today.
Time for me to have all the fun, time for me to play.

Sometimes you have to drop a few plates, let them smash on the ground.
The crash of your containment can be a wonderful sound.

 

Poem By Donna Ashworth

SWEET CHILD OF MINE

 

You’ve closed your bright eyes now my darling,
You’ve given your all to this day.
And now that you’re sleeping so soundly,
There’s so much that I want to say

I’m sorry I didn’t play longer,
You begged me for just one more game.
I regret all the times I ignored you
I’m truly awash with the shame.

And sometimes I know I get shouty
Your bottom lip wobbles with tears.
I pray that you know I don’t mean it.
It’s one of my deepest dark fears.

Tomorrow, I promise to linger.
And stare at the bugs on the ground
I promise to try not to rush you
And listen to your every sound.

I want you to know you’re amazing,
A tonic in every way.
You show me what life is about love.
You’re blazing bright, leading the way.

Your laughter can fill me with gladness.
Your smile is more bright than the sun.
I could stare at your profile for hours.
My beautiful, smart little one.

Please never doubt how much I love you.
The sight of you makes my heart swell.
The way that your cheek curves so plumply,
That wonderful, baby soft smell.

So sleep tight my angel, I’m with you.
Dream of a life filled with fun.
If I could stop things that may hurt you.
I’d do so my brave little one.

Storms may rage over our castle.
And life can be so full of harm.
But all I can do is to love you.
You’re safe here in my loving arms.

I’d give all I have to protect you.
And bring you a world that is safe.
Till then I can only just hold you.
And wish all the badness away.

SWEET CHILD OF MINE POEMBy D. Ashworth

copywright LPIO 2017