Poems and short stories by members

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Darkest web.

Oh, the darkest web,

guide me to the altar,

The Grimoire book of spells,

Alter kiss and tells,

Coldren a brewing,

Bats & rats begin on stewing,

Be them done well,

Or them underdone,

No stone will be left unturned,

For those who churned,

The milk into the gutter.
A little poem - not directly about depression but more about people around

HIDDEN

WE DIDN’T KNOW
HOW ON EARTH COULD WE
I’M HIS BEST MATE
AND HE SAID NOTHING TO ME
SO WE DIDN’T KNOW.

WE DIDN’T KNOW
JUST HOW LOW HE WAS
WE’D UNDERSTAND
BUT WE DIDN’T BECAUSE
WE DIDN’T KNOW.

WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
HOW CLOSE WAS THE END
WE COULD HAVE GONE ROUND MORE
BEEN BETTER FRIENDS
BUT WE DIDN’T KNOW.

WE DIDN’T KNOW
UNTIL HE DIED
BOOZE AND PILLS
A SUICIDE
IF ONLY WE’D KNOWN
~Scarification~

A dollop of sufferance,

Soup Tureen spilled,

On the lap of cover,

Scolding the thigh,

The pain of burning,

Scoulds the linen dress,

and sticks it to the broth,

Leave reddened scarification,



Late are the rusty servants,

Emotion now impaled,

On lapse, of honor,

The spillage still applies,

Now cold crusty concerned,

The clothing mess,

Once stuck to the muck,

Leaves less red scarification,



At the heels of high tolerance,

Continue to walk eggshells,

On the job, upon her,

Wiped away is enterprise,

This is feeling in reversal,

No known address

Unstuck by a stroke of luck,

But left with pure scarification,



*You can either allow the scars of life to heal even if they leave you scarred or branded*

*Sometimes others brand you without knowing it leaving emotional scars*

*Being able to bare the scars of life without shame of how you got them*

*Some scars can be hidden and some are visible*

*It’s how you deal with them that matters*

*Everyone has them*

*So what of it*

*disregard*

*Riddance*

*Bye*
That's food for thought Charm. Haven't heard from you for ages.
Hiya Pet I'm good just been so busy. Hope your keeping well. How're things?
~A mother’s right~

If there is a ‘next time’ I won’t be so lenient as a mother,

It’s an instinct to protect a child born who still needs you,

Who can’t protect themselves from an impending danger,

True, no-one has that right to put your future in jeopardy,

Should they do so expect the wrath of her who bared all,

I won’t allow the word of pure ignorance to decide a fate,

Of someone, I’ve cared for all my life unconditionally so,

No person can expect to stand in the way of what is right,

Stubbing out the light of your happiness and contentment,

And replacing it on the say-so of complete and utter spite.

Endangering your life for the purpose of their own delight.

It’s bad enough the failure so far in underestimating need,

So horrible is the greed of the wicked false evil aggressors,

Who don’t care less what happens to you on wrongful say,

So awfully ill thought is all the consequences they’d bring you.

There is not a chance of them not hearing my lifetime views,

Experience is worth more than any inexperienced platinum,

Which is only by colour fake & pretentious, not worth a dime,

There is no price for the right to live a life free of all prejudice,

Including disabilities.
When the SW was in church singing a hymn,
Someone threw a tomato at him.
Tomatoes don't hurt, their covered in skin,
But this one did, it was in a tin

Slightly altered from Brian Conley/Nick Frisbee :D
This is a poem written by my wife (with a little help from me)

I WISH I COULD REWIND MY LIFE
START IT ALL AGAIN
I'D HAVE A LIFE WITH MOBILITY
I'D HAVE A LIFE WITHOUT THE PAIN

I WISH I COULD REWIND MY LIFE
TO A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS FAIR
WHEN LEGS WOULD ALWAYS CARRY ME
NO USE FOR A BLOODY WHEELCHAIR

I WISH MY PARTNER COULD GO BACK
TO A TIME BEFORE WE WERE WED
HE'D BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME
WITH SOMEONE WHOLE INSTEAD

I CAN'T TURN BACK THE CLOCK THOUGH
I'M STUCK WITH THE LIFE I'VE GOT
BUT MY PARTNERS ALSO STUCK WITH ME
IT'S NOT A HAPPY LOT

IT'S A GOOD JOB WE LOVE EACH OTHER
HE'S A HUSBAND, CARER, NURSE
AND AS HE OFTEN REMINDS ME
THINGS COULD BE VERY MUCH WORSE
very moving John ( and wife), thank you.
Have you considered sending it to Carers UK for their magazine?
charm_1965 wrote:
Thu Apr 20, 2017 11:48 pm
You weren't there...

Did you care to help?
Or did you think of only one's self?
Still, you shot off your 'North 'n' South,
You have a 'razor jaw' that's for certain,
Anyone would think it was your burden,

How can you say when you don't know?
You weren't there...False Amigo.
Too slow to know the facts of the matter,
Still, your chin goes 'Chitter Chatter',

Not that it causes any strife
I'm afraid you have to live that for Life,
It's called your 'Conscience'
But in your case.....It is....
A hundred and one truncheons.
For Life....
Love reading your writing Charm.....keep them coming.