Posted in Creative Writing, Family, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Holding Hands

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Official Hospitality

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Government Guide to Hospitality
We welcome you with open arms
If you can afford it
If not, go to hell

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com
Posted in Family, General, Poetry, Writing

Intentions

By Scott Bailey © 2015

“It was just a bit of fun”

To the broken hearts and home

“I meant no offence”

To the victims of riot and guns

“I was just following my dreams”

To the crushing weight of debt

“I will never do it again”

To the frightened wife and child

“I was trying to save some cash”

To the shattered future lost

“I thought I knew best”

To the chances that are gone

“My intentions were good”

To the consequences of action

 

Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Uneven

By Scott Bailey 2017

Life in unbalanced
Uneven
Unfair?
Karma is bunkum
Days, weeks, years of effort
For each small gain
Each small good
None reached with ease
While all around
The bad rains down
Good luck seems rare
Bad luck the normal
The scales uneven
It seems

Image by Paolo Trabattoni from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Coasting

By Scott Bailey © 2017

This car is coasting
Familiar road ahead
Time to go off-road

Photo by Rachel Claire on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, General, Poetry, Writing

A Deep Green Canopy

By Scott Bailey © 2015

A deep green canopy
Back-dropped by a swathe of gold
Corn
Swaying in the wind
An overwhelming urge
To dive into that green sea
The climb and swing
And scream
With primal joy
But there is a mountain of time
Between me and that green
Eden
Made of commitments and constraints
Burdens and dependencies
So it dwindles
In my rear window
A deep green canopy
In mist

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Health, Poetry, Writing

Whisky and a West Wing

By Scott Bailey © 2016

All around me
The walls of my life
Are tumbling down
In slow mo
I am watching
In slow mo
Wondering if
I will survive

Console myself with a
Whisky and a West Wing
Here it comes
The bluster and lies
Sugar coated
Mustard
Wonder which
Turning was wrong

All those choices
Drawing me downward
Further and Further
Darkness beyond
Wonder if
There in an exit
Will it end
If I am still

Silent and still
What use is will
When it is still

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Where is My Wine?

By Scott Bailey © 2015

My lips are parched
For the wine
Promised on the air

Where is my wine
To dull the pain
Of waiting

Promises undelivered
From on high
So what now?

Carry on and on
Knowing no other roads
No junctions left

My lips are parched
Where
Did I lose my wings

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

It Is Rain

By Scott Bailey © 2015

It is rain
All the pain
And grief

All the pain
Of everyday
It is rain

Of everyday
Stresses
We are plagued

But it is rain
Just rain
Falling down

Rain makes us
Wet and cold
Dampens us

If we choose
Misery
Rain is heavy

The sun will come
Summer reborn
From spring

Rain is life
Nourishment
Fresh

No misery
Be wet not damp
Be soaked

Revel in the rain
Dance and sing
In life

All the pain
The grief
The stress

It is rain
Just rain

Image from Pixabay

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Posted in Family, General, Health, Work

Bouncing Frogs and Manic Birds

It’s been a strange week. I have taken some time off. Partly because the kids are on half term. Partly because a week today I start my new job so not sure when I will next be able to take time off for a while. Partly because we are still reeling a bit from the news that my wife is facing some serious surgery. Finally, because our youngest, having been diagnosed with ASD, and the mainstream school he was at being unable to cope – he has changed schools and went for his first day there today. So We have had to support him in this – and his brother who now has to cope with the fact that his little brother won’t be at school with him.

For someone with ASD it had the potential for disaster. He has had so much change in his life already, now he has been taken away from all the friends he made at school and has to face a long journey on a minibus with strangers to go to a much larger – but admittedly better – school. He managed admirably on his first day. Time will tell what the effects will really be. At least he will get proper attention now. He has gone from a class or 29 to a class of 6! With 4 teachers!

But all that’s just life. There were some oddities during this time off.

The first was late one night when we awoke in the middle of the night to an awful racket outside our window. It was a bird giving an alarm call and going totally mental. We looked out the window and I caught a glimpse of a cat slinking away with a dead bird in its mouth. I feared that it had got one of the noisy bird’s chicks. My wife – who can’t stand to see an ant hurt – raced out in her nightie to try to find the cat – all in vain. But the bird was still making a racket. So Rachel turfed your’s truly out of bed to go and take a look. After hunting around and finding nothing for ages I finally discovered another cat lurking in the shadows. After shooing it away the bird was finally silent. All kind of weird but ever since every time I go out the front door the same bird flies down to a nearby fence and sings at me. Rachel is convinced it is saying thanks for trying to help.

We must have weird wildlife around here as it gets stranger. A few days later while cycling back from the park with the kids, we saw that one of our neighbours was giving away a mini trampoline. One of those with a bar to hold on to – for toddlers really. We snapped it up. Our youngest loves nothing more than to bounce. On beds, on my back – anywhere! Well, that night we started to prepare our living room for some DIY (painting). This – against my protests – turned into actually doing the painting and went on to 3am! Once we finally got to a stopping point I went out into the garden to put some stuff away in our shed to find – I swear this is true – our resident frog jumping on the trampoline!

The frog – actually a whole family – appeared a few years ago and can be seen quite often in the garden at night. This is especially odd as we don’t have a pond! Nor do any of our immediate neighbours!

I just wish I had it on camera.

Oh well, back to work tomorrow. Three more days then a job of ten years comes to an end. Will be very strange.

Posted in Family

Birthdays – not so happy

Happy Birthday, son, Lucas who should have been 5 today.

Happy birthday William – up there with him teaching him how to play lego.

Happy birthday to his cousin Hayden – over the seas in the green land.

Posted in Work

Surprise Job Role from the Past

As I am actively looking for a job now I am signed up on all kinds of job boards, I get an inbox full every morning.

Sometimes I get some really odd ones – that have nothing to do with what I have searched for. Maybe one day one of them will be the dream job I never knew I wanted 🙂

Today I got one that really brought back memories. It was basically a (very) old job of mine. The name of the place has changed and it has moved down the road a bit but it is basically the same role. Assistant Manager in a camping and outdoors shop.

I am tempted to apply just to see if I would still be considered.

But maybe not.

Still – I think I need a complete career change – just not sure what. Writing would be ideal  – but that’s a pipe dream. Maybe – one day. Maybe.

 

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

It Is Rain

It Is Rain

By Scott Bailey © 2015

It is rain
All the pain
And grief

All the pain
Of everyday
It is rain

Of everyday
Stresses
We are plagued

But it is rain
Just rain
Falling down

Rain makes us
Wet and cold
Dampens us

If we choose
Misery
Rain is heavy

The sun will come
Summer reborn
From spring

Rain is life
Nourishment
Fresh

No misery
Be wet not damp
Be soaked

Revel in the rain
Dance and sing
In life

All the pain
The grief
The stress

It is rain
Just rain

 

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Spent

By Scott Bailey © 2016

 

My life is being spent
Waiting outside shops
Herding kids
Driving
Working for reasons unknown
On maintenance

Not on friends or laughter
Not on relaxation
Not on health
Not on passions

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Life’s precious coin
Being spent
For very little change

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Heroes

By Scott Bailey © 2016

All my heroes let me down.
All of them.
I tried to be my own hero.
That. Was the worst.

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

No Beer

By Scott Bailey © 2016

 

Not a beer in the house
For this thirsty mouse
Just silent walls and noise
The chaos of standing still

So much energy
Put into going nowhere

Posted in Creative Writing, Family, General, Poetry

The Lies We Tell Boys

The media lies. We all know that. Sometimes, though, it is very subtle.

Like what it tells us about being a man.

Everything we see gives us the same message. The brash businessman dispensing his wisdom, the cocky chancer charming the ladies, the whisky guzzling spy or DCI. Even the greedy bankers and the corrupt politicians – who we all condemn but are still reaping their rewards.

They all tell us the same thing – to be a man and be a success – be strong, take what you want! No one will give it to you so grab it with both hands.

Far more subtly than that but that’s the message.

I have come to a different conclusion lately. To be a man, properly (and I don’t claim to be this by ay means) you have to learn to give. To give of your strength – and to keep giving when your strength has run out. Give your strength to those you care about.

When you’re in love
Nothing matters
Yes, there are annoyances
Sacrifices
Anger
Even tears
Nothing matters
Savour the moments
Bask in the sunlight of her smile
Be warmed by her touch
And keep on giving
Your strength

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Beginning

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Lightning flash charges
The rain drenched primordial dawn
A spark of life stirs

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #96 Lightning&Rain

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Missing Meadows

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Intent on life’s path
We do not see the meadow’s
Beauty all around

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #92 Life&Path

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in General, Health, Poetry, Writing

Breakdown

By Scott Bailey © 2016

I’m having a breakdown
Pieces of me
falling away
Nail hammered
Into my skull
Nail hammered
Into the lid
Of the final bed
I’m having a breakdown

Come on in
Join in the fun
Let’s fly
The quivering eyes
Give rise to the sight
Slipping away from me
Come on in

Rage,
Rage,
Rage
Nothing but rage
At my age to much
To see
You see
Rage

I’m having a breakdown
Come on in
Rage, rage, rage.

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Thoughts

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Streams
Tears
All water
That wear
And tear
Rocks
And Hearts
Rend apart
Things
We believe
Solid

Time
Itself
Will wind down
Darkness
Return
So bathe
In the light
While we can

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Fire in the Mist

By Scott Bailey © 2015

There’s a fire in the mist
Down in the green sleepy valley
There’s a fire in the mist
A cherry glow shrouded by grey
Growing
If it grows much more
It will burn off the grey sleepy tendrils of morning
And lay waste to the trees

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day #7

I am repeating yesterday’s prompt with a different interpretation. As It my son’s birthday and I will probably not be on the computer at all. So this was written in advance 🙂

Aubade Two

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Dawn sneaks over the hills
Light spills through the vales
And the veils of the window

I see beauty at last
Complicated, unfathomable, mystery
But right and true

Most the world walks by
Seeing a different way
This morning gives me hope

But the light washes out
Shadows darken veils
Traditions bear down

The beauty and the mystery
The reason and the truth
Are left behind again

The door is closed again
As ancient lore and law
Return us to the night

 

 

#NaPoWriMo

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day #6

Following the prompt more faithfully today – as it’s a form I have never come across or tried before. And Aubade.

 In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman.

Which is the interpretation here – though I have an idea for another which I may post tomorrow. Seeing as its my son’s birthday tomorrow so I may skip the prompt.

Aubade

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

I pause at the door
Look down
At the mess on the floor
Think wryly
Don’t trip on my shoes

I don’t want to go
Believe me in that
Some things just cannot be
I hope you find
Happiness one day

I could not say goodbye
I am sorry
The chance was gone
Give the kids
A big hug from me

And cry, if you can
Hate me, if it helps
Feel the shape of the hole
I have blasted
In your heart

And fill it to the brim
And overflowing
With new loves and laughter
The heal and hold
You in his arms

My time is over
I turn away
Compelled
Walking through this door
Unable to refuse the finger of death

 

#NaPoWriMo

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day #5

Today’s is only indirectly inspired by today’s prompt. I have not followed the instructions but the prompt led me to read some Emily Dickinson’s poems – which I have never done before. This poem sprung from that fertile land.

Where is My Wine?

By Scott Bailey © 2015

My lips are parched
For the wine
Promised on the air

Where is my wine
To dull the pain
Of waiting

Promises undelivered
From on high
So what now?

Carry on and on
Knowing no other roads
No junctions left

My lips are parched
Where
Did I lose my wings

Posted in Adoption, Family, General, Health, Work, Writing

NaNoWriMo and life.

So those few who follow my blog (and despite nearly 500 followers I know only a few are regular followers) will have noticed a drastic drop in my output. Since finishing my year of a poem a day I have done very little since. This is despite my promise to myself to keep up the writing.

Well life always has its own designs on our plans. The old reason (excuse?) has been the lack of time. Its been a hard few months. We have been under a lot of pressure from all kinds of angles.

We are still trying to adjust to having a very full on two-year old join our family, and all the knock on effect of that. We love him dearly and would not change our decision but it is taking the wind out of our sails.

Talking it over the other day as we realised that one of the issues that has affected us in a surprising way was his age. When we signed up for adoption we, like many, were envisaging a baby. As you progress through the courses and the process it becomes clear that it is unrealistic, so we opened up our minds to a slightly older child. When it came to it, in our minds age was no longer an issue, and in some respects we could see an advantage in a two-year old. One of the driving forces behind our decision to have another child was as a companion for our oldest – who dearly wanted a brother or sister and had already been deprived of one already. A two-year old would be more ready to play and interact with him.

However the reality has hit us harder than we expected. When you have a baby – as daunting as it all seems, you get introduced to each challenge gradually. So when they are first-born, you have to learn how to feed, them comfort them, change their nappies etc. But their demands don’t go far beyond that – by the time new challenges come along you have just about mastered the first ones.

With adoption of a slightly older child, all the challenges come at once. Not only have you got to learn to change nappies but also how to get them to eat their dinner, deal with challenging behaviour and stop them escaping the push chair Houdini style and make their escape.

Now I hear you crying we don’t have to learn all that as we have already done it once. Well that’s true. But you have to get used to doing it all again, and its a bit of a shock to the system. I don’t envy people who are doing it for the first time.

On top of that, the support we have enjoyed in the past has slowly ebbed away. This is no fault of our support network, they have all had their own plan challenging life changes, and they all support us still in many ways. But the support of having someone there has fallen. For example – we haven’t had a night out together for over a year now. And the nights out alone can be counted on one hand. It takes its toll. On the one hand our sources of stress have bloomed while our outlets for it have wilted. It’s no one’s fault. Just one of those perfect storms of circumstances.

Throw in a few bouts of very bad illness, some natural disasters ( a flood and a maggot attack! Seriously!) and it all adds up.

And then there’s work. We are balancing on a knife’s edge of survival. We have run that knife’s edge for a few years now. It’s a situation of risk, where we could crash and burn or reap what could be ripe rewards. Those rewards draw ever closer but as they do the risk and the pressure increase. Due to my position a lot of the physical responsibility falls on me. No solely but were I to get something wrong it would tip the balance enough to crash it. We are all in that position at work really and after a few years of it, it is tiring. Many late nights home and sleepless nights worrying.

So that I hope is some sort of explanation as to the lack of output.

Two things further to say. Firstly – that all sounds like doom and gloom but it’s not. In all areas we are making progress. A few months ago we felt like we were drowning. A few weeks ago like we were treading water. Now – we are swimming strongly towards shore. It’s some way off – but we will get there.

Secondly. Many people would say that if I had a real passion for writing none of that would matter – that I would make the time to write. Maybe that IS the difference between a successful writer and an amateur. I do love writing – but I also love my wife and kids and I can’t put down my responsibilities to them for my passion. I think that would be selfish.

That said – I have decided to give myself a rather large kick up the arse in the writing department. I am going to try the nanowrimo challenge. (Maybe unofficially if it’s too late to sign up formally.) For those who don’t know it it’s National Novel Writing Month. The idea is to write a 50,000 word short novel in 30 days. (The official website is here http://nanowrimo.org/)

Now I have all the same everyday stresses and challenges but I thought – sod it! I am going to attempt it despite all that – because it is difficult not easy.

Trouble is I am fresh out of ideas! I mean I have loads – but ones I think need longer than 50,000 words.

If it comes to November the 1st and I have nothing still then I will attempt the technique of just starting writing anything and see where it goes. Not something I have ever done before, I usually have a plan, even if it’s very rough.

But in the meantime – if anyone has suggestions or prompts they would be welcome. Maybe a title? Or just a single word? Perhaps a concept to explore? I like combining two disparate concepts into stories, that normally enlivens things. So maybe if I get enough separate ideas I will combine a few of them.

So wish me luck! I need a lay down now to think 🙂

Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #356 (The Final Bang)

The Final Bang

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Staring down the barrel
Of everyday life
Wondering how long the fuse will last
Tensing to dodge
The final bang
Never can

Photo By Scott Bailey
Photo By Scott Bailey

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #331 (White Cliffs)

White Cliffs

By Scott Bailey © 2014

To glimpse a snippet
Of the incomprehensible
Just take a look
At the white cliffs
Reaching up from the sea
The result
Of trillions and trillions of tiny deaths
Life
Has been here so long
It has built
Landscapes

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #288 (Rain Falls Down)

Rain Falls Down

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Rain falls down
And I like it
All around
In the air
Soaks me down
To the bone
Washes sorrow
Far away
Those who eyes
Despise the weather
Don’t know joy
In the rain
A day’s a day
Weather’s weather
Drink it in
In every way

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #287 (Reins Let Go)

Reins Let Go

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Events gather pace
Decisions have now been made
Now enjoy the ride

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #277 (Autumn Leaf)

Autumn Leaf

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Once I was a seed
Bursting with potential
Waiting to spring out
From darkness into light

Once I was a sapling
Fresh and green and quivering
Stretching up with hope
To the bright blue sky

Once I was a tall stiff tree
Sturdy, proud and strong
Branches reaching all directions
Roots dug deep and true

Now I am an autumn leaf
Tossed upon the wind
My direction is not my whim
When I land…

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #276 (Running Through Trees)

Running Through Trees

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Hunting or hunted
Running through trees all my days
To find a still rest

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Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #203 (My Car)

My Car

By Scott Bailey © 2013

One light out
A film of grime
Kicked up from the road
Travelled on
Switches broken
Things won’t turn on
Or off
Squeals and grinds
And groans
Deflation
Thirsty
Dim
My car
And me

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