Oh how we love… 

I love the snow,
gloves, scarf and wooly hat,
Extra socks and a jumper or two
Squeals of delight and a Snowball fight
Cold toes begin to hurt cold hands
radiate heat, tingling fingers,
Heat rises and I feel snug
warm and glowing…

She loves the snow,
Hates, coats, gloves, scarf
and wooly hats, no extra socks,
sandals please, no jumpers mum
she begins to scream. Squeals of delight, snow on bare skin, fingers wet
cold, glowing eyes and
smiling lips, her heart
skips a beat.

We love the snow,
but hate your stares
muttered disbelief to
pretend you care. Ask,
and we’ll happily talk,
don’t stare, whisper,
and slow your walk.

She loves the snow
but she hates heat, a second
passes and she is faint,
a second more and it’s
breakfast paint. Just pause
a moment close your lips,
watch, listen truly see
I’m not about to let her
freeze, look closer,
See me touch her
arm as I wander past
see the coat across my arm…

… But mostly,
See the smile across
her soul, hear the laughter
of a spirit free and happy,
Look closly at
those pools of blue…

The problem isn’t us,
the problem is you.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Ignorance sure ain’t bliss. 

If truth be spoken and lies erased 

Life forsaken, spirit raised.

Then ponder me for just a mo,

Let’s sit and watch the peacock show. 

And when all is done, left alone, 

Sat upon your empty throne,

I ponder then do they know,

Who will love you when they go. 

For carry then their tainted mind

Transcendence they will not find.

Ignorance is sure not bliss

We are not forgiven when gone amiss.  

Karen Hayward ©2016

Image and words. 

Apologise.

Apologise? You want for me

to go down on bent knee

and apologise for what I believe?

You think that my ‘soft bleeding

heart.’ is the problem to this crisis

helping others increases economic prices?

Let me know how it looks up there

on your high fucking horse chair.

Go get your papers and feed your fucking mind

but careful, don’t ever question what you find.

Here, sheepy sheepy, come follow me

i’ll show you only, what I want you to see.

But of course it’s truth I have photo’s as well

and a clever little caption that really sells.

Go stereotype yourself along with the other clones

sit in your houses and do nothing but moan.

My opinion doesn’t count and neither does yours

we don’t get to choose when we fight in these wars.

I know i’m a minority, and I stand mostly alone

but at least I don’t believe, i’m worthy of a throne.

Apologise? For what? That I  believe that hate

breeds hate. I’m not willing to sell my humanity at the gate.

I discredited your words and gave you some facts

sent a storm right in to the middle of your pack.

I questioned your photo’s and laughed at the meme’s

yet still you scream, really you can’t see!

I don’t want to see what it is you believe

when constantly you say look please and see

and I wonder who it is that your debating alongside

the name callers I think must all run and hide.

Apologise? Never. My belief is my humanity.