A Wounded Woman’s Proclamation
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Ladies, it has only just begun,
This brutal battle is not yet won.
Our wounded souls will continue to fight,
Until we as independent women regain our right,
To cherish the life that we deserve to lead.
How can any suppressed woman begin
To express the unholy sin
Of unjust treatment of us women,
Who have to live our lives beneath him?
The man who sews the seed.
Courtney Louise Lucas
This poem is actually being published in the United Press Anthology 'Through the Eyes of a Poet', which will be printed very soon! So look out for it :D
This brutal battle is not yet won.
Our wounded souls will continue to fight,
Until we as independent women regain our right,
To cherish the life that we deserve to lead.
How can any suppressed woman begin
To express the unholy sin
Of unjust treatment of us women,
Who have to live our lives beneath him?
The man who sews the seed.
Courtney Louise Lucas
This poem is actually being published in the United Press Anthology 'Through the Eyes of a Poet', which will be printed very soon! So look out for it :D
Minds in bloom
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Inspiration becomes a necessity today,
Contributions of the young are essential.
Lights flashing in the minds of the premature achievers,
Encouraged by the existing personifications of knowledge.
Ideas flourish from buds of donated seeds of genius,
Sown and nourished by educationally advanced minds;
Those who are in danger of escaping recognition.
Experience and wisdom lies firmly within their palms,
Only truly generous and compassionate beings can release it,
And this is exactly who they are.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Contributions of the young are essential.
Lights flashing in the minds of the premature achievers,
Encouraged by the existing personifications of knowledge.
Ideas flourish from buds of donated seeds of genius,
Sown and nourished by educationally advanced minds;
Those who are in danger of escaping recognition.
Experience and wisdom lies firmly within their palms,
Only truly generous and compassionate beings can release it,
And this is exactly who they are.
Courtney Louise Lucas
The dandelion
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The spherical fountain spits sparkling beads of glittering water,
Effervescence gushes gloriously from the jets in symmetrical patterns.
The surroundings are illuminated by a shimmering spray,
Kaleidoscopic beams of light bounce playfully off one another.
Vertical spouts spurt water which bursts through the surface,
Exploding the still water into splendid showers of a cloud’s tears.
Clear crystal dyed a brilliant blue brought the summer sky to life!
Glistening triumphantly like the trident of Poseidon,
A spectrum of ultramarine, sapphire and indigo gleams in the eyes of a curious child.
Silhouettes of bewildered bystanders dance upon the swans feathered back,
Surrounded by tiny white cabbage butterflies weaving around them.
Only ripples remain as a veil conceals the face of the lady of the lake,
A window closes bringing all motion to a sudden halt,
So that all to be observed are the frosted copper coins left to rest.
Courtney Louise Lucas
War Poems:
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A code to kill.
Tender loving care,
Lost in the harsh truth of
Current world affairs.
Tested by moral code we
Lose every emotion
Connected with them.
Trust me when I say that
Love has gone away,
Code word, it’s time.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Tonight the guns will sound
Tonight the guns will sound,
Chaos and calamity will rule,
Tomorrow bodies will be found,
The fate of the earth is cruel.
There is nothing to be done,
There is no stopping it all,
This fight will never be won,
The mighty will never fall.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Ignition
Troops sat smouldering in the blistering heat,
Wrapped in thick shields of contentious protection and sand coloured disguise,
Their faces veiled with expressions of determination.
All it takes is one small spark;
One tiny trigger
To ignite the raging blaze of war.
Masking the true trepidation and remorse they battle on,
So that they not feel ashamed,
So that they are not defeated by their own minds,
So they are not labelled with cowardice.
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
No one.
We have all lost to the power of evil.
Not yet has anyone escaped the grip of the boundless talons of conflict
Compromise is not an option.
They wait.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Tender loving care,
Lost in the harsh truth of
Current world affairs.
Tested by moral code we
Lose every emotion
Connected with them.
Trust me when I say that
Love has gone away,
Code word, it’s time.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Tonight the guns will sound
Tonight the guns will sound,
Chaos and calamity will rule,
Tomorrow bodies will be found,
The fate of the earth is cruel.
There is nothing to be done,
There is no stopping it all,
This fight will never be won,
The mighty will never fall.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Ignition
Troops sat smouldering in the blistering heat,
Wrapped in thick shields of contentious protection and sand coloured disguise,
Their faces veiled with expressions of determination.
All it takes is one small spark;
One tiny trigger
To ignite the raging blaze of war.
Masking the true trepidation and remorse they battle on,
So that they not feel ashamed,
So that they are not defeated by their own minds,
So they are not labelled with cowardice.
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
No one.
We have all lost to the power of evil.
Not yet has anyone escaped the grip of the boundless talons of conflict
Compromise is not an option.
They wait.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Shield
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When the cracks on the surface of a secret
Are gradually eroded by suspicion,
They turn into deep valleys.
An on looking angel cries over its broken wing,
Plucking at heart strings and turning its tears
Into a river to flood the valleys.
In its efforts to try to conceal the secret
The river sinks into the valleys earth,
To the core of the undisclosed.
Its tear stained cheeks and bloodstained vision
Reminds the guilty of their trickery, deception and deceit.
Its ears hear only resounding judgements,
And its tongue tastes only bitterness.
Through rumours and silent criticisms
The secret is distorted and demonised.
Only the angel knows the truth lying beyond the valleys,
Others simply believe that they do.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Are gradually eroded by suspicion,
They turn into deep valleys.
An on looking angel cries over its broken wing,
Plucking at heart strings and turning its tears
Into a river to flood the valleys.
In its efforts to try to conceal the secret
The river sinks into the valleys earth,
To the core of the undisclosed.
Its tear stained cheeks and bloodstained vision
Reminds the guilty of their trickery, deception and deceit.
Its ears hear only resounding judgements,
And its tongue tastes only bitterness.
Through rumours and silent criticisms
The secret is distorted and demonised.
Only the angel knows the truth lying beyond the valleys,
Others simply believe that they do.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Anything you wish, Sir
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A subtle hint of wit glimmers in his eyes,
Dancing a cynical circle is his true self.
His demeanour refined to his minds surprise,
In clever deception he has a greater wealth.
He is truly confident to say the least,
With a rather curious concealed personality.
In social choice he enjoys his pick of the feast,
His chosen courses present rationality.
Perfect etiquette comes naturally to him,
He is a pleasure to converse with on every level.
He stands for logic and not acting upon a whim.
Only in his company do others revel.
He is a Gentleman.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Dancing a cynical circle is his true self.
His demeanour refined to his minds surprise,
In clever deception he has a greater wealth.
He is truly confident to say the least,
With a rather curious concealed personality.
In social choice he enjoys his pick of the feast,
His chosen courses present rationality.
Perfect etiquette comes naturally to him,
He is a pleasure to converse with on every level.
He stands for logic and not acting upon a whim.
Only in his company do others revel.
He is a Gentleman.
Courtney Louise Lucas
The Pursue
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Tearing through the heart of a family,
Ripping all happiness to shreds.
A man destroys it for his own gain,
A situation that every young girl dreads.
It is out of her control and nothing will be done,
She knew this would be the case from the day it begun.
There is never enough proof to expose a devil,
Too cunning and sly for others to defeat.
With a taunting evil in his eyes,
It forces even the greatest to retreat.
But where is he now, does anybody know?
We won’t find him, but the guilt will follow.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Ripping all happiness to shreds.
A man destroys it for his own gain,
A situation that every young girl dreads.
It is out of her control and nothing will be done,
She knew this would be the case from the day it begun.
There is never enough proof to expose a devil,
Too cunning and sly for others to defeat.
With a taunting evil in his eyes,
It forces even the greatest to retreat.
But where is he now, does anybody know?
We won’t find him, but the guilt will follow.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Red Velvet
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A suit of distinct red velvet against the untainted white snow,
The biting cold that suddenly stops the old river’s flow,
The wild roaring blizzard outside the well decorated house,
Not a sound but the wind, not a ‘stir of a mouse.’
The morning arrives and the children come out,
There is laughter, joy and happiness about.
In the distance, there is a noise,
“It’s Santa!” says the girls and boys.
When friends and families come together to eat,
They serve carrots and potatoes and some kind of meat.
The children return home all covered in snow,
Their bodies are numb, from head to toe.
He’s here with a large heart to match his waist,
And he climbs down your chimney with such great haste.
You hear clatters and bangs upon the roof,
The noise echoes form the beat of a hoof.
When you receive my gift at the end of the year,
And I see your face when it’s filled with cheer,
When you laugh and you smile when you get my letter,
This is what will make my Christmas better!
Courtney Louise Lucas (written at 12 years old)
Master of Designs
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Sweet intricately crafted roses
Sit daintily on a butter cream island,
Protruding from a horizon of gloriously golden sponge.
Light bounces off each little glitter granule,
And gleams in the eyes of the creator.
With each love heart carefully carved,
And every dash of icing sugar carefully measured,
The cake represents no less than perfection.
Every masterpiece as delicate and elegant as the other,
The people begin to desire the delectable treats.
Charm and character entice the people,
So that even the scent knocks them off their feet
As the people rush down to the baker’s street.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Poem inspired by - http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Daisy-Chain-Bakery/187853784694767
A Town Of Two Perspectives
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The next time you walk the streets of Nuneaton town,
Take a moment to really look around.
Don’t just see the conventional shops and stores,
Look past the main attraction to the subsequent floors.
Did you ever see what lay above the shop doors?
Old buildings and forgotten styles,
Names of shops which have been closed for a while.
A clock tower that we no longer have use for,
There is so much up there that we can explore,
So much that even elderly residents have never seen before!
So open up your eyes to a new perspective,
And don’t let your modern vision be so selective.
Let your eyes wonder up as well as down,
And be sure to really look around,
The next time you walk the streets of Nuneaton town.
Courtney Louise Lucas
Nothing
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Warm touch and cool blue eyes,
Soft skin, rough stubble.
Light hearted but heavy minded.
Holds your hand but doesn’t notice
The corners of your mouth creep towards your ears.
Smile fades.
Summer vacation and vacant faces,
Looking to cry but don’t want to waste tears.
Hoping to laugh for the first time in years.
Nothing.
Maybe the time has come for a blunt awakening,
Nothing this artificial is worth faking.
Call it quits, say goodnight
Don’t look back, catch the flight.
Soft skin, rough stubble.
Light hearted but heavy minded.
Holds your hand but doesn’t notice
The corners of your mouth creep towards your ears.
Smile fades.
Summer vacation and vacant faces,
Looking to cry but don’t want to waste tears.
Hoping to laugh for the first time in years.
Nothing.
Maybe the time has come for a blunt awakening,
Nothing this artificial is worth faking.
Call it quits, say goodnight
Don’t look back, catch the flight.