Apples

Some apples are good
Some apples are bad
Some are sour; bring on tears
And make us so sad

But the thing with good apples
They are so tasty
Although some of the bad
Can become jam or jelly

But the sour all just rot
When they fall from the tree
Are best left to die
And not eaten by me

But the key’s in the seeds
Which might replant elsewhere
To produce better fruit
And taste a whole lot more fair!

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The Aggressors

Ahead a-top the barren hill
With grave of child in tomb
Taken ahead his time by hate
His soul snuffed in full bloom

His life taken so miserably
By words, by deeds, by they
Who persecute and strip him down
In the clear light of day

They, that twist deep in the knife
To maim and pierce his heart
Neglecting him and calling names
Sheer spite that they impart

Their inner loathing quite outplayed
No kindness; so forlorn
Compassion gone as they beat him
And steel his future dawn

And who are they by venom’s might
With terror constantly
The aggressors who wear him down
Til he hangs from that tree

Get a rope! Hangman’s noose hanging from the tree at the ‘ghost town’ of Corlew’s Silver City in remote Bodfish, CA (kernvalley035xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)

Be You: Be True: Be Brave

Walk away from those defiling you
Retreat from those who call
You names or throw you sticks and stones
For they are bullies all
And know through faith and family
And friends who you can trust
That beauty isn’t skin deep nor
What’s on the surface crust
But look a little deeper and
Be real to who you are
To live the life intended so
You rise and do not scar
For worth is there for you to hold
For you to have, to save
And love is unconditional
Be you – be true – be brave!

The Chocolate Box

A chocolate box of many sorts
So full of sweet surprise
With varied contents deep within
Confectionary’s prize
A strawberry cream of pure delight
So soft, delectable
And hazelnut that nestles up
Aside a caramel

Yet no-one asks how can it be
These chocolates co-exist
And sit in box with no ado
No spite from egotist
They do not seek to fathom out
How nut sits next to cream
And know that it would harm them all
To sit by fire or steam

So why in life do many chose
To not see it how it is
The chocolate box of humanness
Without getting in a tiz
Instead they purely focus
On the need for all to be
Compliant; all the very same
With no diversity!

And if a person dares to stand
Out from the nearby crowd
They’ll remonstrate and bully him
And shout at him out loud
They’ll want to know what right he has
To not be on their team
And put him right in the hot seat to
‘Explain’ nut next to cream.

 

We should point out that none of these poems are about a specific individual  (click here for full disclaimer)

The School Bully

The bitchin’ and the backstabbing
The threats that they all said
The taunting and the petty jibes
Filled up her pretty head

The cracks of “we don’t talk to her”
“Send her to Coventry”
The ostracism and the pain
Complete despondency

The lack of appreciation
The shouting out of names
The hostility and hatred
The slur and playing games

The sadness so overwhelming
The devastating strife
The ongoing persecution
Left her to take her life

The life that had been so precious
Now gone prematurely
By administrating malice
The unchecked school bully

Next week is anti-bullying week aiming to call on all children and young people to create a bully-free future.  To find out more click here or visit the Anti-Bullying Alliance Facebook page.  Whatever age you are though bullying is unacceptable – it is sadly not confined to childhood but can crop up anywhere at anytime but there is help and support out there.  If you are/have been affected by this please talk to someone about it.  More support is also available here as well