Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Razor Tears

There is too much child abuse in this world. Too many parents raise their children badly when they could raise them well. I don't mean to hurt anyone with this poem, if it upsets you please let me know and I'll take it down.

Razor Tears

You raise a child
Yet raise your hand against them
Berate them for raising Cain
But you won’t raise a finger
To protect them
She tries to please but you raise the roof
You raise your voice
And the sound could raise the dead
But whenever life raises the stakes
You raise an eyebrow
Unwilling to raise your head
And in company you raise awareness
Of the suffering children abroad
You raise a respectable facade
Raise a glass in a toast
To a life well lived
 Your child raises a cake
To try to make you happy
But instead you raise a complaint
Too many raisins
And you raise the pressure
You raise her pain
You raise doubts about her self-worth
But the school play comes along
They raise the curtain
And you are nowhere to be seen
She dreams of raising a dragon
Raising it wild
To raise a flag in her own private shelter
Far away where you cannot raise hell
You cannot raise havoc
Or raise fire
Where she no longer fears you raising your hackles
You have not raised a child
You have razed your child
Razed them to the ground
As you would raze a fortress
Leaving her with razor tears
That cuts her when she cries
And so I have to raise a question

Monday, 18 February 2013

Forming a Childhood

A little back story. My grandma turned eighty yesterday. And I wrote this poem for her birthday. When I was four or five she always used to tell me stories about a wizard called Mercury and a fairy called Twinkletoes who would solve all the problems of the animals and children and fairyfolk with a magic computer. And these stories were a very formative part of my childhood. And so I wanted to say thank you for teaching me to be kind and hopeful and optomistic. And for giving me a love of reading.

Forming a Childhood

An idea for a tale arose
Of Mercury and Twinkletoes
A wizard and his friend a fairy
Their solving skills were legendary

They always helped the ones in need
With magic, kindness and good deed
 For though the folk were sometimes sad
They’d turn the sad into a glad

Juno the elephant
What was his goal?
To plunge into a volcano
To rescue a troll

And so I hope you see
How much these stories meant to me
These stories in me sparked a greed
A greed to read and read and read

You planted acceptance in my mind
And taught me always to be kind
To show concern for others
And love the world like brothers

An optimistic stance on life
Will combat all and every strife   
And if it seems I cannot cope
To stop and view the world with hope

So thank you grandma for making me
The person who I grew up to be