Elaine Battersby

Rookie - 50 Points (Preston, Lancashire.Lives in London)

Elaine Battersby Poems

1. Little Children 3/11/2012
2. Better Days 3/11/2012
3. Captivated 3/11/2012
4. Survivor 3/13/2012
5. My Brother Tom 3/20/2012
6. Beyond 4/28/2012
7. A Man Of His Time 4/28/2012
8. Europe 5/1/2012
9. Awakening 5/17/2012
10. Autumn Beauty 12/8/2012
11. Betty 3/18/2014
12. War And Peace 4/10/2014
13. Reflections 4/13/2014
14. Curiosity 4/13/2014
15. Here And There 4/13/2014
16. You Are The Rainbow In My Cloud 5/5/2015
17. Translucent 5/5/2015
18. Moody Blue 5/5/2015
19. Spring 5/5/2015
20. Memories 5/24/2015
21. Blue Eyes 1/21/2012
22. Dishes 1/21/2012
23. Clouds 2/5/2012
24. Bygone Years 2/6/2012
25. Grandma Said 3/4/2012
26. Different Life, S 3/4/2012
27. Imprisioned 3/18/2014
28. Voice Of Truth 2/5/2012

Comments about Elaine Battersby

  • John Lawrence (3/11/2014 7:26:00 AM)

    Just to add Elaine (because no room) thank you for submitting really spiritual poetry. Elaine I am hopeless at writing poetry, my wife Brenda is much better than I, she puts me to shame, but I shall share the voice of truth with her. Kind regards.John Lawrence

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  • John Lawrence (3/11/2014 7:18:00 AM)

    Hi, just like to say after reading The voice of truth and what a beautiful piece of poetry, because I always like or try to aspire to truth in my own life. So after reading and I quote -Raising us up, for up, onto a higher plain of limitless possibilities, beauty and creativity.Grasping the meaning of life, of love. It really is in opinion just superb philosophy, and I just love spiritual words of truth (as I see it and obviously you do as well) J.Lawrence

Best Poem of Elaine Battersby

Voice Of Truth

A voice of truth, of reason,
speaks out with splendid clarity,
dismissed by raised newspapers and turned heads.
Indifferent to his words his truth.
oh, for the openness of unfenced paddocks,
which tempt the flight of mind and spirit.
Freeing us to be, to feel.
To fulfil our deepest, wildest dreams and desires,
without remorse or fear.
Raising us up, for up, onto a higher plain
of limitless possibilities, beauty and creativity.
Grasping the meaning of life, of love.

Read the full of Voice Of Truth

Blue Eyes

I saw her from a distance.

Body swollen and slouched, she sat motionless,

Her face was reddened, puffy, through years of neglect,
but a flash of vivid blue struck me, echoing a story of a distant past.

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