Elaine Battersby Poems

A voice of truth, of reason,
speaks out with splendid clarity,
dismissed by raised newspapers and turned heads.
Indifferent to his words his truth.
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Awakening
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My grandma, before she was dead.
Naught wrong with world, it's people in it.
I think you could say, it's the same today,
As it was of yesterdays.
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I saw her from a distance.

Body swollen and slouched, she sat motionless,
Sad
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She 85 years young
With a mind of her own,
and a will of steel that's for sure.
Not afraid to speak out,
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When you look at me the way you do,

you are the sunshine in my cloud.
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My world seems much smaller now.
Lonelier, more hostile.
I feel imprisioned in my body.
Trapped, restricted, by my aching limbs,
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Sitting on the top deck,
I watch the swirling lights,
shine brightly on the rain
lashed paines, late at night.
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You autumn beauty, with your patchwork coat of
red, green and gold, such elegance.
Your rich tapestry of golden splendour,
brightens our grey streets.
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Dishes, dishes every where,

But, I’m the cook, so I think that’s fair.
Dishes, dishes, everywhere.
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