Life by Susi Oddball
Amazing how expendable we are
Our whole life works in a patterned shell
If we are not there it disappears
To be replaced
Lots of spirit and soul people
Energies good and bad
Fighting to survive
Like plants in the wind
Our fruits live, pass word onwards
Our bodies lost to dust
Our life is like a flowing river
Journeying to the mouth
The mouth that feeds us a bigger pathway
The universal ripple of tides
Big to people, but a tiny dot of eternity
Memories live on
Within those who loved the spirit
This is not my poem but must be said
God doesn’t give you the people you want; He gives you the people you NEED… to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men…
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don’t take “no” for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colours.
They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give..
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
This is a piece of work in a workshop with John Hegley and Lorraine Bowen
Needs by Susi Oddball
I need you like a wound needs a healer
I need you like life needs sunshine
I need you like a politician needs a lie
I need you like first nation need to die
Busy by Susi Oddball
Everybody’s good at being busy
I am good at doing that too
But im getting good at the fiddle
To stop me from feeling blue
I want to be good at everything
And loved by everyone too
But I know I have my oddities
And be contented to be loved by a few
Crumbs by Susi Oddball
A tiny speck
Broken and insignificant
Jagged wedges, half eaten
Once perfect, and not bent
When you were round and whole
The taste as sharp as razors
Patterned and uniformed
You were on a roll
Blended mixtures of exotic tastes
Smooth, rounded and fiery
Now you’re just a dream
Another obstacle to be faced
The faded ginger smell, suggested but no longer there
The dull soft biscuit has lost its edge
Held together, moulded now a target and team
No returning to roots, be aware
People are born, give pleasure and hope
They are used in our civilised world
Enticed by promises and false desires
Lured by lies and are unable to cope
No longer noticed by the greedy ones in the universe
Scattered, lost reverted back to a small grain of wheat
Only other crumbs can appreciate this situation
That they too were a biscuit
Here is a poem first published in It May Contain Nuts by Company Paradiso
Supermarket Spillage by susi oddball
I watched as the lid flipped off in slow motion
The naughty child just stood there in amazement
As the cross red faced mum let out
An enormously loud scream of exasperation
Smash! The large glass jar of egg mayonnaise landed splat on the floor
To the boy, this was a wonderful mess to start skating in
To the mum on her last legs
It was the final straw
A reminder of the complete downside of her life
All in small shattered smithereens
Needing a replacement
Having to be mopped up
How an earth could she explain this to the manager
Oh sorry I snatched the jar off my son before he sneakily put it in the basket
It slipped just like the grip on my life
How tiny she felt as she watched in horror as more children joined in the skating fun!
Alarm bells rang
Not in the shop but in her head
If she did not pull herself together there would be pain
In a low loud sound she bellowed
The whole supermarket seemed to freeze for that one moment
Her life flashed in front of her
She knew what she had to do
She should lay down the law with all her associates
No more saying yes
To the odd couple of quid each week to her neighbour
Who always says?
“I will pay you back” and never does
She will sort out her very wayward son
And set him jobs each week that he has to do to earn his pocket money
She will make sure his dad takes their son out to give her a rest
She will tell her mum and dad not to give her son sweet things unless he has earnt them by being good
She will start to look after her self so she can look after others
It does sound like a Bible of life
And now to tackle the egg mayonnaise stricken manager