Tuesday, 24 February 2015

The Only Home I know


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Dusty doorways, hid from view.
Sheltering under starry skies.
Wrapped in thrown out blankets,
found in the trash.
Looking in dustbins, for scraps of food
This is far from the life I led.

Far from the opulent heady days
Those days when a warm bed
and being fed, were overrated and understated.

When mass media was my daily bread.

But here I am know destitute,past refute 
Rebutted and undone.
Nights of abuse, misused by lost youth
Frozen most nights, fearful thoughts

Longing for the great life I once led.
And I watch each passing stranger.
Hoping that one will be my saviour
Lifting me from daily danger.
Giving, me a chance to sleep
And return to the life I once led 
Happily sleeping in a nice warm bed.


Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts 

Monday, 2 February 2015

Happy smiles to you all!

Dear Followers, Friends and visitors,

Just letting you know that I'm still here!

Wishing you all bucket loads of happiness, joy and abundance. 

Life is a magical journey, and sometimes you just have to take your seat and enjoy the ride!

I have now successfully found a lovely shop to stock my cards, and I'm working on more designs as we speak.

My web site will be springing up in March, and you will be able to purchase the cards direct from the site, along with my forth coming publications.

I promise that you will have new poetry here very soon.

Any way I must disappear again, and get back to writing new poems to share here!

Love, happiness and smiles to you all xx

Deborah H xx

Monday, 19 January 2015

I'm so excited........


 I have great news for all of my lovely followers, friends and visitors.
 My first ebook has been published today. I am so excited!
 To purchase your copy please pop to www.cutalongstory.com
 The title is called : Applause now please!

 News and stuff :

 Well, I'm plodding on with my Young Adult novel, and I am glad to say I can start to see a light flickering on the horizon.

 Other excitement has been going to watch my beautiful daughter, perform at a Young Voices Concert at the NEC in Birmingham - truly amazing!
 Incredible considering she is only nine years old, and was part of a 5,500 strong choir, pop stars and a packed arena.
 A very proud moment for myself and my husband.

 So even though it's the start of a new year, and lots is happening. I cannot wait for new adventures to explode in my life.

 Universe I'm ready, and I cannot wait to share happiness with everyone here, and in the world!

Sending you all happiness, love, joy, peace, abundance and gratitude in all you seek for your life.

Be happy!

Deborah H x

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


              (Please do not print or photocopy poetry from this site without permission - thank you!)

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.

Copyright ©2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts 
(Please do not print or photocopy poetry from this site without permission please - thank you!)