A collection of poems by Pam

Hey God 

Why the curve ball?

Why the 'catch that if you can' ball?

Why the 'keep you on your toes' ball?

Was I too content, too calm?

Thought you'd send a taste of harm?

Sound the head and hearts alarm.

Well you have and it has,

And it did and I tried,

But the throw was wide,

And I fell,

Fell in deep, stupid feet,

Fell in up to pounding heart,

Up to cursed longing lips,

Turned my mind a whirling top,

Make it stop! make it stop,

Take the pain, relax the strain,

Promise I'll never catch again,

Fell too deep,

Now a screwed up trembling heap,

Hey God,

Why the curve ball?

Door

The door stands firm and slight ajar,

And what lies on the other side

Calls and beckons with its soothing voice,

So near, so tempting near, not far,

Not far the gentle pulsing beat,

Not far the warm caressing heat,

Sweet smelling, fragrant rippling stream,

A sunshine beam to draw you in,

To peek,

To sneak a tiny peek,

To feel  the warming gentle glow,

Dip toes into the easing flow,

Push gently open, just to know

How it can be, might be, just see,

Push gently wide,

Inside 

The bleating lamb 

Turns ram

And blast and fast the waters start to flow,

Then crash and splash and break and fall,

Resounding noise and clanging bell

And windswept trees grab swirling breeze

And hurl a whirlwind cyclone blast

Too frantic fast,  too dangerous fast,

But now the door stands wide,

And all the tempting sweetbreads thrown aside,

No longer tasty tempting treats,

But sour rancid sweating meats,

And now the door hangs on its hinge,

And now the eyes burn up and singe,

That tempting call,

A cursed fall.

Beach

Cool breeze, miniature trees, 

In crystal pools below the rocks ,

They creep and hide unseen,

A beam,

A stream of sunlight splits the watery calm,

And tiny beings scurry here and there,

Evading sun, avoiding harm,

And then with needle fine antennae

sound the silent pool alarm.

And we like giant beings 

sit and wonder at the sight.

This microscopic commune

Frozen still  in liquid fright.

We smile with arrogant humour 

At this entertaining play,

Relaxed in warming sunshine

As we wile away our day.

And then we wend our ways back home

In burning crowded lanes,

And glare at fellow prisoners

As the pleasure turns to pain,

We bang and beep and shout aloud

To weary travellers who

Dare to jump in front of us 

And disrespect the queue.

And is there some huge being

Crouched above us in our turn,

Watching every mess we make

And willing us to learn,

And does it watch us dash about

Like minnows in the sea,

Blind to our vain and stupid ways,

Swirl in a blind and confused haze,

Repeated, mindless, painful days.

This is the poem I won the Michael Palin poetry competition for NFU Mutual  with.  It could only contain 12 lines.

Its about time

Its about time we believed what they say

Not raise eyes to heaven and turn them away.

Its about time that we see what's been done,

Learn to cherish each creature kept alive by our sun.

Its about time to hear each frail word,

And acknowledge a wisdom the aged have learnt.

To see beauty in lines borne with living a life,

Recognise the deception that comes with a knife.

Its about time that we all got a share

So the poor, young and elderly can believe that we care.

Its about time to be honest and strong,

Confront obligation and right all  the wrong.