Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Please Hear Me!

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Back arched and twisted
Flesh bent double: contorted
He waits in silence
Dirty and unloved
Looking at each passer by.
Wondering why?
And longing to die
His hands reach out to touch your soul
As you walk by as nothings wrong
He simply wants to know your name
Feel loved and wanted just the same
But he is lost within the grime, of streets
so filthy and full of crime.
He needs love too my friend, for he was once like you.

Until fate cleft him a deftly blow.
And left him homeless years ago.
So think for this man my friend,
as this could one day be you.


Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts 

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Let the words come - Poem one


                                 I am an artisan, a rebel of wits.
                                 I am a traveller, an adventurer of the soul.
                                 I am a clown, a bringer of joy.
                                 I am a soul, waiting to be found.
                                           I am, I am - YOU!


                                Copyright © 2013 Deborah M. Hodgetts


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In fields where we lay


In fields where we lay (Title)

Through battle lines,
a revelry of bullets
peppered the air.
Shouts, of anguish in the night. 

Voices fearful, filled with fright. 
Each of us knowing that
this could be our last.
As a bullet ripped from the carcase of a gun.
Enters our bodies one by one. 

Lights fade out, until
we are gone.
But still our memories
linger on.
For in a field
standing proud, poppies
tall and bold.
As blood red, reminders
of the lives that were shed.

Each lovingly remembering as each, nods its head.

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Our Boys.


Bodies slumped in delirium. 
Beautiful, fragile brave young men.
Yesterday a farm hand,
ploughing in the field.
Lives lost in war now.
No more, what they were then.

Compassion in their hearts, 
fighting for the cause.
Giving us their lives.
What more was their love for?


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Sunday, 16 November 2014

Thank You!!

Hello Followers, Friends and visitors!

I will be posting some new poems this week coming.

Well, I have been very busy over the last few months.......

I have attended The London Screen Writers Festival, where I pitched a Black Comedy Script and a Children's Drama that I have written. Both received interest from two agents, a Producer Director and a Production Company. So great excitement and abundant joy!

I have also had four of my new War Poems in  'The Great War Exhibition'. Very overwhelmed as they sat alongside Siegfried Sassoons and Wilfred Owens Poems. Wow!
During the Remembrance weekend I read one of my War Poems, stunning the audience with the power of words! But I also received beautiful comments and thanks for the poem.

At present I am busily moving forward with my Young Adult novel, and getting ready to submit this to the Agents and Publisher. I'll keep you all posted on the progression, and let you all know once it is out in the bookshops.

As you can see life has been hectic, but I'm loving every second of it!

Look out for the new poems this coming week and let me have your comments please.

I love to hear your thoughts, it really warms my heart and makes me feel less lonely.

Sending you all my heartfelt gratitude and thanks!

Deborah Hodgetts xx

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Dark days



Dark days

On those dark barren sands. 

Waves beating on breakers.
Cast out by a raging sea.
Seagulls dip: plundering 
natures fare.

Pebbles lacing along the shore,

like polished jewels.
Golden sandcastles melt away.
Distant memories,
of our happy yesterday.

A fog: laden horizon.
As a flickering lighthouse, 

attempts to warn ships
along the bay.

The faint smell of fish and chips,

fragrances the air.
Reminding us of what fun we

had there.
As slowly, the rain
washes away.
All memories we shared on that bright

Summers’ day.

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