Life ~ a guest post

My Dad and Youngest daughter Jaqui are both very talented writers, Dad has had poems published and had some of his work read on stage at a show.  Jaqui can take her thoughts and feeling and produce some excellent thought-provoking and moving pieces. Jaqui is about to take some classes and is planning on getting some of her work published. Something I’ve been telling her she should do for some time now. So I thought I would publish one of Jaqui’s early pieces here, I am very proud of the both of them.

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Life by Jaqui Edmondson

Caught between right and wrong is where you’ll find me.

Backed against the wall I let you violate me.

Push me to my limits see what it takes to break me.

Taunt me, taint me, treat me badly.

I know no other way to survive.

And still I’ve never felt so alive.

Forever you will be the reason I wake up crying in the middle of the night.

The darkness calls me and I reach for the light.

And if my memory serves me well,

You pulled me up from the depths of hell.

I’ll never love you the way I should.

You’ve done for me what no one could.

You brought me back to reality.

Showed me how sweet this life could be.

Poison you breathed into me,

On your knees you prayed for me.

A poet you pretend you are,

Making music of my inner scars.

You desecrate my emotion,

Take for granted my devotion.

You’ve poisoned my mind, poisoned my soul.

Promising to make me whole.

Copyright Jaqulynn Edmondson © 2008

Guest Post – Dad – A Fishy tale

Another guest post from my Dad, he emailed this little gem from the UK for your reading pleasure.
A Fishy Tale by Mick.

Hi, Today I ran into an old friend of mine. An old fishing buddy to be precise. Jim Pike, honest indjun, that is his real name, and I spent many pleasant hours in the piscatorial pursuit. I often remarked that all fishermen were liars with the exception of him and me, but secretly I wasn’t too sure about him.

We had a pub lunch and reminisced about old times. The times of fine larks and escapades when we weren’t fettered with the little woman, the mortgage and later, the kids. Ah, fine times indeed. It could have ended up a depressing reunion, but good old Jim lifted the moment when he launched into one of his fishy tales, a tale that he swore on his children’s lives was perfectly true.

Guest Post: my Dad – The Snatch

Thought I would post something from my Dad, he is an accomplished writer and poet, he sent me this piece, called The Snatch, why? I don’t know!

The following happened in the deep south of America. Being a townie and a Limey to boot I will not try to write this in the vernacular of the region. I will leave it to your brain to translate as you read.

The Snatch. by Mick.

The early morning mist hung low over the still water of the bayou. Even the creatures of the river were still and silent, as though it was sacrilege to intrude upon the beauty of the scene. It is into this scene that we insert Emmy-Lou Phin. Emmy- Lou stood watching, watching her man Cleetus scull his skiff across the Lagoon.
“Where are you all a going Cleetus?” Her voice racketed around the Bayou occasioning some sleeping herons to take flight, and causing a fat Bullfrog to leap from his lily-pad before he was properly awake.

“I’m a leaving you Emmy-Lou,” came the laconic reply from the mist.

“But the children Cleetus, what about the children?” to date there were six and she was pretty sure another was stirring in her womb.

“I’m a leaving you Emmy-Lou,” now that Cleetus seems a man of very few words.