I Heard dis Poet

Benjamin zephania
Benjamin Zephaniah

On facebook, I saw dis poet,

from my old home-town, back in Brum,

“Benjamin Zephaniah”

Born in the Caribbean of Handsworth Woods,

where I’d lived as a very young mum.

 

Ben, he had a challenge,

when he was attending school,

He was labelled as “dyslexic”

the teachers had called him a fool.

 

Way back then in the 80’s,

Handsworth Woods was known as Europe’s multicultural town.

The heart of good old Birmingham,

so many ethnic people spread around!

 

Sounds of reggae music,

Smells of ganja smokes.

Curries in the kitchen,

and dancing, rapping folks.

 

Happy bright jigging Rastafarians,

carrying ghetto blasters on their shoulders.

Dancing away life’s worries,

never concerned about getting older …

 

The old houses they were shabby,

two up and then two rooms down.

But the vibrant people of cultures,

they never wore a frown …

 

There was a special “vibe” there,

you could feel it in your blood

Likewise, the band “UB40” had began their dub!

UB40 

Thank you “Benjamin Zephaniah”

for reminding me back to that time …

When I fell in love with reggae music,

and Bob Marley just blew my mind!

 

bob marley

Bob Marley played “heart pumping” music,

Showing jah dance could shed the blues.

I always loved those pulsing vibes,

wanting to be Jamaican,

‘n’ join their tribes!

 

Their bright rasta colours, soul sounds and earthy smells,

I vividly remember them,

as I recall back my memories now.

 

So many happy faces,

Jiggling jah men, hip hopping around.

They had a snappy swagger,

as they sashayed from their hips.

Their feet always dancing,

Jah music  booming loud …

 

Happy boppy music … ‘I and I’ imagined,

I was living in “Kingston Town”

 

Beautiful Jamaican families –

on Sunday mornings,

dressed up in brightest clothes.

 

Parading off to churches,

to sing gospels and hallelujah’s,

with dignity, grace and repose.

 

Gone are the days from way back then,

but I always do remember,

When I hear dat reggae soul sound playing.

 

Come to think of dat now and den!

maybe that is where I learned ‘dis beaty beat, rap pen …

Victoria Healing ~15.10.2015

I heard a Poet

Benjamin Zephaniah was born in April, 1958 and was raised in the 
Handsworth district of Birmingham, which he called the "Jamaican 
capital of Europe". He is the son of a Barbadian postman and a 
Jamaican nurse. A dyslexic, he attended an approved school but left
aged 13 unable to read or write.
He writes that his poetry is strongly influenced by the music and 
poetry of Jamaica and what he calls "street politics"

“Mr Professor Zephaniah said pupils should have a greater awareness of the “different cultures and languages” within Britain. “Hindi, Chinese and French are taught [in schools], so why not Welsh? And why not Cornish? They’re part of our culture,” he said.The poet made his comments during his first visit to the National Eisteddfod, which took place in Meifod, Powys” ~ BBC Cymru 

”I think poetry should be alive, you should be able to dance it’ ~ Benjamin Zephaniah

 

Superfantastickal

 

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Image Credit ~ Mary Poppins

“With your feet on the ground you’re a bird in flight with your fist holding tight to the string of your kite.” ~ Mary Poppins

 

“And who is to teach the child her lessons”?

 

She had magic shining from her smiling eyes,

our Fairy Godmother, enchantress of disguise.

She was Superfantastical,

sprinkled with supermagickal.

 

Tripping the light, she led our way,

all knowing, intelligent, fierce and brave.

Behind her, lights flickered and burned,

spirits of ghost shadows, twisted and turned.

 

Ritual gatherings, were held frequently,

chatting about familial customs, lores and mysteries.

Beyond the mystical of past and present times,

sweet surrenders, of secrets were aligned.

 

Mom and I, held captive and enthralled,

hearing the mythology of olde Welsh Celtic laws.

Her stories held exciting mysterious powers,

we’d listened in enjoyment and wonder for hours.

 

Narrating divine and ethereal perspectives,

were her ultimate, story telling objectives.

Customs long hidden, from our Welsh origins,

trusting, her tales, should not be forgotten.

 

Feelings of expectation, seeped into the air,

Mom and I adored popping in to visit her there.

Ancestral compasses, recovered and found,

when visiting my darling Great Grandmother,

sweet Susan Howells.

 

So precious was she, that my middle name,

Mom had christened me;  is “Susan” the same.

 

Victoria “Susan” Healing ~ 15.6.2019

Superfantastical

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Image Credit ~ Wonder Lust

 

With fond memories of my darling Great Grandmother ~ Susan Howells.

Born in  Neath Port TalbotWales.  Cwmafan

 

Her life was a blessing, her memory a treasure,

loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.

 

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Image Credit ~ Badbs Cauldron

The Visit

 

“But we can’t go in, it’s not really my place”

 

Sometimes, we would go to visit the Queen,

the most majestic lady, I ever did meet.

Sitting, on her stately throne, head held high,

to visit her was a privilege, a grand royal delight.

 

The atmosphere, static and motionless, silent,

it was good manners, we knew, to keep quiet.

Her palace was immaculate, pristine and clean.

a musky fragrance in mid air, set the scene.

 

Her hair was tightly plaited at back of her head,

an identical twin of Queen Victoria, let it be said.

Everyone would sit and glance at each other.

not a word would we dare to mutter.

 

She, who had commanded our respect,

as we sat quietly, not venturing to jest.

A china cup of tea and biscuits in our hands,

sat upright, muted, we could understand.

 

Her communication, a telepathic transmission,

“Sit quietly, absorb this stillness, listen”!

Her smiling eyes, stared curiously and intensely,

i had loved, admired and cherished her immensely.

 

Sadly, on our last visit we found her in bed,

just before she exhaled, her last breath.

We had taken our newborn baby ‘Steven’

she held her Great Great Grandson, dearly.

 

She “loved his old fashioned name”, she said.

the following day, sadly, she was Heavenly sent.

That was the first time, i had heard her speak,

her imperial blessing, means the world to me.

 

Dearest noble monarch and matriarch of our family,

She is my Great Grandmother, Queen Emily.

Victoria Healing ~ 14.6.2019

The Visit

 

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
― Thomas Campbell

 

Her beautiful soul, will never be forgotten.

Forever in my heart

Emily Margetts (nee Wilcox) ~ 10.11.1889

 

To Nit, or Knot?

nan to knit or knot star girl

 

“Awesome, eh”?

“That’s beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like it.

it is quite amazing,  I am feeling excited”

 

Knit one, purl one, cast on or cast off?

Fisherman’s rib, stocking stitch or slipped knots.

Yarns of wool, scattered and strewn about,

while knitting needles clicked, in rhythmic sound.

 

Seated upon her plush, deluxe chair,

whiling hours of her time, she sat, knitting there.

Crafting vivid garments, in stylish fashions,

we knew that she had, had, an extreme passion.

 

She was a trendy knitter and garment maker,

teapot cosies and our heirloom, blankets creator.

Although, her ultimate talent and gift to boast,

was that she created, our iconic dolls clothes.

 

Measuring each doll by their shape and size,

producing up to the minute, her latest designs.

Nothing was too difficult or challenging for her,

mod dresses, Red Riding Hood capes and mini skirts.

 

Known for her artistic and personal approach,

she was always humble, we never heard her boast.

We each made a fuss and called her a star,

but remaining ever modest, she’d reply, “tra la la la”

 

If ever there was a good yarn to be had,

our Nan would be at the top of your class.

Pouring her love into each strand of her stitches,

how on earth, could I have missed this?

 

It’s ironic, as now that I’m looking back,

that she’d always give our scalps, a bloody hard scratch.

Shouting out “Have you got any visitors in there”?

if you’ve got “NITS” they’d better fall out of your hair!

 

This was my darling Nan, Beatrice Booker, who,

was my co-conspirator and guardian angel too!

Victoria Healing ~ 12.6.2019

To Nit or Knot?

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Image Credit ~ Growing up in U.K. 50s 60s 70s

 

Those that touch our hearts, stay in our lives forever.

In loving memory of my dear Nan, Beatrice Margetts (nee Booker) …

When someone you love becomes a memory, their memory becomes your treasure.

 

“Given good yarn, good workmanship, and good care, a knitted shawl can outlive its knitter, providing warmth and pleasure to several generations of family and friends.” ― Martha Waterman

 

Knit~ The word is derived from knot from the Old English cnyttan, to knot.

Did You Know ~ Studies have shown that hand knitting, provide several significant health benefits. The rhythmic and repetitive action of hand knitting can help prevent and manage stress, pain and depression, which in turn strengthens the body’s immune system”,[35] as well as create a relaxation response in the body which can decrease blood pressure, heart rate, help prevent illness, and have a calming effect. Pain specialists have also found that hand knitting changes brain chemistry, resulting in an increase in “feel good” hormones (i.e. serotonin and dopamine) and a decrease in stress hormones.[35]

Hand knitting, along with other leisure activities, has been linked to reducing the risk of developing Alzheimer’s disease and dementia. Much like physical activity strengthens the body, mental exercise makes the human brain more resilient.[36]

knitting can positively impact your life is improving the dexterity in your hands and figures. This keeps your fingers limber and can be especially helpful for those with arthritis. Knitting can reduce the pain of arthritis if people make it a daily habit.[2]

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Tiny Tears

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Image Credit ~ Little Girl Speak

 

The twitch of the doorknob startled me,

“Hello my darlings”, she whispered

 

Was it too fantastic to believe?

that she actually had existed.

We had both been eager accomplices,

our love had been swift and instant.

 

Two blinking, rock a bye, blue eyes,

she, fashioned into a perfectly, miniature size.

We, beguiled and spell bound,

by her angelic, smiley mouth.

 

She was fed, bathed and rocked to sleep,

her soft floppy body, warm and sweet.

Not only did she laugh, but shed real tears,

our other girly friend in early years.

 

Teeny bare feet, perfectly formed hands,

there was one for me and one for my cousin Anne.

Mine wore blue and Anne’s wore pink,

our Nan had brought, these precious gifts.

 

Those “Tiny Tears” baby dolls were all the rage,

for young girls, back then, of our age.

These words that trigger happy recollections.

treasured moments of childhood reminiscence.

 

I learned about life from my Tiny Tears doll,

to cry my tears out, before carrying on.

never to withhold sadness in, for too long.

to listen to my heart, where in, I most belong.

 

This may not mean a lot to you,

but it means so much more to me.

My beloved cousin Anne, left this world at only 29,

These are the cherished moments, of our happier times…

Victoria Healing ~ 9.6.2019

Tiny Tears

 

tiny tears best

 

Dedicated to Anne, my brave and dearest play-mate.

My beautiful Cousin who passed away at the tender ago of 29 years young,

from ovarian cancer.

Forever in my heart, my darling ~ Anne Wheatley ~ 10.5.1958.

Anne's tiny tears with knitted dres from Nan
This is Anne’s original Doll, named “Susie” lovingly saved by her sister Sarah, who now shares Susie with her own grandchildren. Outfit crocheted by our Nan, Beatrice. 
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Ghost of a Smile

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“Sweetheart” the call, that came from across the road,

as he was waiting for her, when she got home.

She knew, that she could never forget him,

As long she would, still be living.

 

An invisible moment of transition,

knowing that someone would listen.

He’d smile happily, staring closely at her face,

“how was your day my love?” and she melted into his warm embrace.

 

Adoring those moments of sublime pleasure,

that treasured greeting, as he’d met her.

“You would really do anything for me, wouldn’t you”?

she felt a contented sigh, for she knew.

 

Kissing him lightly on the cheek,

she’d whisper, “thank you for being here for me”

The ghost of a smile crosses my face,

when I remember back to those days.

 

After school, Granddad would be waiting for me to get home.

reminding me, that I was never on my own.

He was my beloved, most treasured pal and best friend,

on him, I could always trust and depend.

 

“Goodbye Granddad, I’ll come back again tomorrow”

I still see him smiling, now, on the other side, of my sorrow.

 

Victoria Healing ~ 7.6.2019

Ghost of a smile

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Dedicated to my beloved Granddad ~ Joseph Edward Margetts

 

“Grandpas always have time for you when everyone else is too busy.” ~ Author Unknown

 

One of my greatest role models was my Granddad. He taught me that I should always be kind and care for others. He was an amazing man. Everyone who knew him, loved him, as a gentle man of great integrity, honesty and hard work.

Treasured memories 

Joseph Edward Margetts ~ 31.10.1910

Forever in my heart.

 

Grandads Wise Sayings ~  

“Never a borrower or a lender be”

“Make haste while the sun shines”

“Always look on the bright side of life”

 

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The Good Old Days

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Charles Arthur and Mavis Irene Healing

 

We met; we married a long time ago,

We worked long hours and wages was low.

No telly, no bath, times really were hard,

Just a cold water tap, a walk up the yard.

 

No overseas trips, no carpets on floors,

We had coal on the fire and we never locked doors.

Our children arrived, no pill in those days,

And we brought them all up without any state aid.

 

No Valium, no drugs, no LSD,

We cured all our pains with a good cup of tea.

If you were sick you were treated at once,

Not fill in a form and come back next month.

 

No vandals, no muggings, there was nothing to rob,

In fact you were rich, with a couple of bob.

People were happier in those far off days,

Kinder and caring, in so many ways.

 

Milkmen and paperboys would whistle and sing,

And a night at the flicks was a wonderful thing.

We had our share of troubles and strife,

But we had to face it, that was our life.

 

But now, I’m alone and look back through the years,

I don’t think of bad times, troubles or tears.

I remember the blessings, our home and our love,

We shared them together,

And thanked God above.

~ Author unknown.

 

This poem was found hand written in my Father-in-laws bible, after he passed away.

These words obviously meant a lot to him.

 

In Loving memory of Charles Arthur Healing ~ 24.1.1929

and Mavis Irene Healing (nee Broughton) ~ 26.5.1930

 

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Mavis Irene Healing with six of their nine children. Left to right back. Peter, Susan, John, Paul, and baby Mark. Front ~ Kevin Preston Healing. Missing from photograph ~ David, Linda and Karl.

 

Fear Less

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There once was a lady,

waiting to board a train.

 

In the silence, came a movement,

as she spun around, in the confusion.

A violent snatch and then a grab,

two thugs, attempted to steal her bag.

 

“Let go” she yelled at the top of her voice,

she, had, had no other choice.

Yanking the hoon, by his right ear,

ripping his earring out, he was left in tears.

 

Quickly, she had took charge,

displaying her authority, as large.

That bag snatcher lay in a pool of blood,

face down, all covered in mud.

 

His terrified mate, had sprinted away,

they both must have regretted, that they,

Had picked, on my 70 year’s of age,

beloved Grandmother, on that day.

 

They had thought her frail and easy to attack,

not considering, that she would fight back.

My beautiful brave Nan, Dorothy,

in her own self, she had always believed.

 

The Wizard of Oz, was our much loved flick,

snuggled besides her, my favourite bit.

I understand why, this movie she’d choose,

it imparts all of her qualities, morals and views.

 

A little bit parent, a whole lot of friend,

my treasured teacher, in self-defence.

Victoria Healing ~ 3.6.2019

Fear Less

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Image Credit ~ The Wizard of Oz

 

In memory of my dear wise and fearless Grandmother ~

Dorothy Jones. Born in Port Talbot, Wales.

 

“All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

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After, Life

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Image Credit ~ bekah-russom unsplash

 

Dear Mom,

Somehow,
i always knew,
that, when i was feeling sad or confused,
that you were still here and there,
even in the afterlife, we could not tear…

Our bonds of love, in heart,
were conceived, right from the start.
i can still, feel you at my side,
within any given moment, of time.

i can still, call out your name,
knowing, that you are back here, by my side again.

Somehow,
i always knew,
that you could prove this, to me too,
as you always did and i know that,  you still do.

Victoria Healing ~ 1.4.2019

After Life  ~ Hey Mom

https://justsayins.wordpress.com/ancestry-and-cultural-heritage/

 

 

 

Devotion

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GANESH ~ Image Credit ~ Art by Susan Farrell,

 

Devotion

‘REMOVER OF ALL OBSTACLES’

GANESH (Ganesha) is the Hindu God who is known as the remover of all obstacles.

He is known to bring prosperity and good luck.  The chubby, gentle, wise, elephant-headed Ganesh, or Ganesha, is one of Hinduism’s most popular deities. “He” is said to be the Destroyer of Vanity and Selfishness. His message conveying that we should accept others just as they are

BLESSINGS

Ganesh will always hold a special place in my heart, after visiting Mumbai in India many years ago. At the Hindu Temple of Ganesh, I was invited to participate in their sacred ceremony to receive a Holy blessing. The Brahmin Monks placed a garland of flowers around my neck as they gestured prayer and applied tilak to my forehead. (Tilak is a red vermilion powder). As I bowed with respect, I was handed a parting gift of a sweet Holy Toli treat.  (Ganesh temple Udyan ~ Mumbai)  https://goodlucksymbols.com/ganesh/

Typically they aren’t services like you’d see at a church. There 
are times during the day when priests will perform rituals and people
gather to watch and receive blessings (often blessed food is given
 out, much like in communion).

 

ganesh your own strenght born for purpose

 

Victoria Healing ~ 23.2.2019

Devotion

once upon my time in India