Let us create

Let us create ripples on the shore

That will vibrate out to sea

Cascade across the ocean floor to heal

The damage we have inflicted

Let us create ripples on the land

Reclamation of things we allowed to be poisoned

In our name without our knowledge

But now we know let us fight

For the freedom of the earth

Let us create spaces and places

Where the children can play

We need to be heard as a collective

The ones who think and care

Come let us fight for our children

The children of the future need love

Cages break or cause hatred and war

So let us cause ripples on the shore

On the land, in air, in the press

Ripples that become the new norm

That demand equality for all

Whether you’re black or white

Gay, straight, sure or unsure

Whatever your god or gods

For your own sake and others

Let us create ripples and remember

To use humanity and caring for all.

Let us create ripples that create waves

That wash on shores, bang down doors

And it’s no longer a world of us and them

But we’re united as a people who crave

Love. No bars. Love. No barrier. Love

Full stop

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

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Little tin man

It pours slowly and carefully on the place

You tried to say was a heart of good

Malicious skeletal grin on a face

Rusty metal box that passes for a heart

Purring out a faint drumbeat

A-v-a-r-i-c-e. A-v-a-r-i-c-e. A-v-a-r-i-c-e.

Words clatter forth telling of broken lives

Who were you to do anything?

Who were you to change something?

Leave it to the rest with perfect worlds

That you tell yourself they live in

A way to accept no responsibility

For the destruction that you’ve caused

Because it’s always someone else’s fault

You ask me to do it, beg me

End it all because you have misery

And I look at the acid that bubbles beside me

Pour only the water as ask for venom

To burn out the golden heart you say is there

All I see is rust, nothing gold even the hair

It’s dirty with the acts you carried out

And however much I’d love to see you scream

I won’t.

I’ll let your greed and the water, the tears shed

Rot what’s left of you

Little tin man, who never got a heart

Nor a brain just a mouth that shouts

Endlessly and desperately to the air

Scream on tin man I’m done.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

Crashing storm

All around the storm bangs shaking

Everything I knew before into newness

Difficult paths ahead and I see your lips move

Lightning cracks illuminating you

As you fall away from me

My hands grasp on to nothing

You’re trying to be heard and the raging

Seems to fight your message

And you free fall bringing another voice

You both speak my name in the scene

Technicolour and I can’t do anything for you

Either of you except make sure

You’re remembered for the good

I awake screaming at your being yanked away

My fear in eyes and voice

I know you’ll speak again soon

When my turmoil is more settled

When my seas have fallen calm

When my crashing storm has passed.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

The smiling assassin

Smile on her face reaching the eyes

Appears as though she’s listening to your voice

She’s intense in her gaze

So full of sympathy and understanding

And her mission is simpler than you know.

The pulse points, weak spots, places to hurt deep

Have to be exposed for her

To do the work she’s intent on in the name of something higher

She will watch and wait a venemous snake

Her attack may not even be nigh.

Watch out for her she sits patiently

Biding her time to show off her craft

She sees herself as a public service always obliging

Her work is devious and scheming, masked as smiling and sweet

Spins a web of lies all around you tightly.

She’ll lean in one day to give you that hug

The eyes seem filled with love

Her hand you’ll feel run the length of your spine

And you know the pain as she digs in the knife

Another mission completed by the smiling assassin

She will calmly walk out the door.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

The woman with no name

The woman with no name

She wanders around cast adrift

Back and forth wandering

Never acknowledged not ignored

Young and tender as a shoot

Leaving new growth in her path

Life springing where she has trod.

A whisper in time maybe, maybe

Is she real or imagined?

The woman with no name

Snowdrops rising shows she’s back

Giving birth to a new spring

Secrets passed down on the wind

Unwritten, but there’s the tales

Pass as milk from mother to child

Kindliness nourishing the land

She is real not imagined

She is a woman with many names

Touching all with her mantle of life

Ailsa

©️Ailsa CawleyPoetry 2018

Facing fury

The strangers face invades her space

Sour breath that tries to calm

Expecting drowsy eyes or nod of acquiescence.

Shhh his lips say smirk fades to fright

As the growl of fury escapes

Her teeth barred a wild woman

Unafraid, raging, threatens to tear him apart

The woman is not a gentle fearful soul

Her territory invaded life threatened

She didn’t cower, plead or give in

Primal scream and he’s terrified

No quiet mousy woman she.

Confusion reigns as facing fury

Was not what he bargained for

Her guttural cries that call strength and tribe

His eyes are widening getting her vibe

Knowing she’s alone but needs no one here

And furies rule that allow nothing approaching fear

Gaining, gaining, she’s almost at him

He’s clambering over the wall

However high he’ll never be safe

From the wild woman right here

He’d rather vault over and fall

There must be a hoard of banshees in that place

He’s decided never to return for more

Whatever that is it’s no ordinary woman

She came from a long forgotten place.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Will you be nice?

Will you be nice?

You tell me to wear the make up, look pretty

But only for you because this is the city

And don’t leave the house after dark.

Don’t even catch someone’s eye

Be closed and hard not shy

Never show you’ve got the spark

That says I can manage without you.

Be good, nice whatever that may mean

Don’t complain it’s your shame if you’re seen

If they call and they shout

If they should single you out

It’s your fault for giving them ideas

And show them they are feared

Don’t argue be sweet

Or a sticky end you’ll meet

As they taunt or hurt you at their whim

You’re just a girl remember so just give in to him

Don’t fight, bite or scream

He must have misunderstood the dream

That he chose to believe you wanted

Your eyes and lips say you’re haunted

From another who chose to ignore

And it’s not expected when you settle the score.

So will I be nice, dishonest to appease?

While you harm, brutalise and cop a squeeze

The answer is there and sharp as a lance

No I won’t, not ever, not a chance.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2018