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Poetry

Smiling

Smiling

I try to make another’s day each time that we pass by.

 I’ll travel along the road at waist height, but there’s always a gleam in my eye.

I’ll try to catch your attention, look at your face and then smile

It seems to be working, you glance and react!  At least that’s worth my while

What your thoughts? Are you puzzled or not? Did you wonder if we’d spoken before?

Did I brighten your day, did it make your feel worse? I’m really not very sure

Have you thought about making another’s day bright? Have you thought how that’ll make you feel?

A chance to let the weariness drop, an opportunity to show that you’re real

A real, alive, positive person! A chance to lighten the load.

To greet life with bursts of energy that’s with you on the road.

I know when I was a Midwife, in a uniform I was so proud,

It was good to smile, and acknowledge, to grin broadly at the rest of the world

The response was always fabulous, returned with cheerful delight!

My life seem fulfilled, I had made someone’s day! I knew it had to be right.

But when I came out of uniform I continued with the same grin.

Only now I was confusing people, it seemed like I was committing a sin!

Unless you know a person You aren’t allowed to smile!

They think you’re being forward, be careful they’ll run a mile!

But now I’ve got my chariot, it’s easy to perfect my old skill.

I’m at the lower point of their eyes When everything else seems uphill

It’s that downcast, hangdog expression. When gravity pulls your face to the ground;

If you’re not careful, it’ll pull a little further ‘til they think you’re like a bloodhound!

So, Lift those little corners crinkle up the eyes, and reach your peak of maturity

Be happy, start smiling, feel wise.

©Pam Quick October 2006

Ansaphone

Ansaphone

No matter the times you use the phone just to have a good chat

Then a voice begins to drone on a bit, interrupt and confound, it’s a fact.

A voice that isn’t the person you want, it’s not who you’re expecting to hear.

Instead there’s a noise or computer conversion loudly expressed in your ear.

The message that delivers short information, with directive speech and the rest;

But all of a sudden there is no relation you dialled the wrong number. What a pest!

Then there’s the poet who manages to make the number and message appear

So beautifully rhymed, and clear at first take; leaving your thoughts quite unclear.

How can you think of a rhyming retort, in a minute or half that is left?

You flounder, you’re speechless (you can report), you forgot what to say, you’re bereft!

A Polite little message is all that you leave with a wobble caused by a smile.

With your heart expressing, where is the reprieve? You wished you could look in a file

To find a good message that would really sound good, to say with conviction, out loud.

But it’s never around, oh if only you could! Leaving  you feeling mightily proud.

It’s awfully hard to sound like yourself, when recording the message as sender.

But if you could hear just what it sounds like, rewarding would not be so tender.

Prepare yourself to plan what to say, to be precise, with a joyful good tone.

Dial the number, the tones ring and then to recite.  Damme they answered phone.

Copyright © July 2003 Pam Quick

Personalisation

Personalisation

Personalisation how effective is that for me?

I’ve heard it used for websites, “tailor made” for one to read.

So what’s it going to mean for me, for how I’ll live in future?

Will I make the deciding choice, and will I be the tutor?

A chance to take the leading role, don’t organise my rota,

I decide when to get out of bed, or an outing in the motor.

I know that I have to ensure, I don’t suffer from B.O

Or other things that make folks complain, that feels an added load.

I suppose I’ll have to conform to the “normal” way of life

But just think, the possibility, when I decide to take a wife

Or could it be a husband? It depends on the way I feel

What’s important in my life, is that I can choose the skill.

Instead of others organizing, those who “tell me what to do”,

If it was you how would you feel?  I’d really like to know.

So how can you be helpful, can you listen, not judge or accept?

Can you keep the information private, or could you be a threat?

It’s easy to be a gossip, it’s good to share your views

But mine are something personal, there’s some things I don’t want to disclose.

Nor should you to anyone, unless it’s essential to my care,

My information that you hold I forbid that you should share.

So how can you support me, help me think outside the box?

To find out information which seems hidden under locks.

I need you to ask me questions that may signpost the way

It may take several ways of asking, but, please, let me have my say.

What is important in my life? What do I want to achieve?

How am I going to do it? What support will I need?

There’s many different questions like Personal Health and Mental needs,

Managing my safety, finance and social deeds.

Do I have a pet at home? Can I go on Holiday?

Can I find the support for work, or keep in touch with Family?

Who’s in charge of Cooking? Who buys in the food?

If I don’t get help to get new clothes, huh, you’ll find me in the Nude.

I want to go to the Theatre, or visit a museum or two.

What if I need some help to get there, or other social do’s

It’s easy for you to decide to go and enjoy a social evening

My day needs to be planned with support and help, I feel many a time I am weaving.

So many pathways to juggle and so many issues to sort

I think by the time I’m ready for bed, I could possibly have lost the plot!

So please help sort my very busy needs, I want to be in control

I do need your help, I forget to ask, but we all need to reach our Goal.

And here is the blissful moment, when I take charge of the plan we agreed

To be up front in the Driving Seat of the Personalised plan of my need.

©Pam Quick March 2011

RELEASE THE CHAINS WE ARE BOUND BY!

RELEASE THE CHAINS WE ARE BOUND BY!

Release the chains we are bound by!
Help develop how we want to be.
Open your eyes see the real me,
That’s free to do what I want and need.

Try not to make a quick judgement –
Talk with me and you will find:
Someone who’s allowed to create

A fulfilled life, and better frame of mind.

Please put a face to your theory,
Remember I’ve as much choice as you.
I’ll usually take a bit longer

To do what we all naturally do.

Just because you see I look different

I’m not to be pitied or reviled!
We’re all part of the natural selection,
With each to play their own part.

So let’s find more about the needs of our life,

 And to make it worth our while.
Give us time, ask, share, learn and question –
Discuss our life and our own life style.

©Pam Quick September 2009

Imitation

Imitation

‘What you see is what you get’, proclaims the well known saying

‘What I want is now not then’ loud can be heard the praying.

It seems that when the world was made so great was human yearning

That now mankind should profligate and get by without earning.

Who wants to be a ‘modern man’ and still own one’s appearance?

To hide one’s natural look and show no care without adherence.

The strong physique, well-muscled frame is what creation’s asking,

But all the fight is not so reached; you can’t get there by basking.

A ‘modern miss’ with shape so svelte are you the one for diets?

Or do you have to trick and cheat by all the modern try its?

The ‘low cal’ food, weight watching too – what passes by your lips?

A penny to the pound I’ll bet, it’ll show upon your hips.

So why must we all try to be an imitation reason

When what we need it is decreed, a first for this new season.

Don’t try to do what others do and realise that you could

Just be yourself, a one off mould, and live because you should.

© Pam Quick 5th March 2003