ERIN'S OUTPUT
27th June 2018
“Words Per Minute: ‘Book Two’, sequel to ‘The Lemay Leveller’ by Erin Summers Norman”
13th June 2018
6th June 2018
The Gift
The Gift first came along one cold yule day
A holiday gift to beat all others
For eight months this gift held sway,
Sung to inside of me, one day after another
The Gift came to life like a meteor shower
Transforming terrain below, with its natural power
The Gift came along like the morning dew
Grace, humility and courage, all these things the Gift naturally knew
The Gift grew much, and every day
The Gift gave back more than he took.
Shining his light every which way,
The Gift was like a holy book
We strive to protect the Gift
Protect him like a treasure
To keep him safe from all the world
And nurturing him, forever
The Gift was hurt one day
And then again the next
The Gift and his protectors,
Were sometimes feeling hexed,
By an evil world and greedy men hating equality
Who cannot even see
What exactly it is they are doing
When they hurt you and me.
The Gift is an antidote
A cure for what ails us
The Gift, he makes those evil ways
Suddenly redundant and superfluous
The Gift will shine forevermore
The Gift is our guiding light
To keep this Gift safe and whole
We love him so much, night after night
Our enemy shifts daily
Landlord, body or an American Dictator
But The Gift keeps on giving,
And over those evils we know we will conquer
Surrounding the Gift are layers of love,
Prayers for safety and happiness too
Blessings, legacies and strength from above
Because this Gift has bravely remained true
True to what we know
True to who we are
The Gift has shone as moonlight on snow
Glittering, like a star.
23rd May 2018
Sometimes I Fight Too Much
One reason you love me
Is that I’m a fighter
But sometimes I fight too much
I fought like a hellcat
All through my life
I fought to exist
Now I fight pain
AVM and PTSD
Too often I wake up,
Sick and angry
You love for me to fight
You like it when I write
But sometimes I fight too much
You cheer me on daily
To get back Into The Ring
The Lemay Leveller isn’t over
But damn sometimes it stings
The chorus fills my head
And I have no choice
But to stand and fight
I love you so much
I live to defend you
So I fight
But sometimes I fight too much
I’m told it is needed
For me to not give up
But sometimes my adrenaline pumps
And I am impotent in this bed
So sometimes I fight too much
You love me I know
You need for me to fight
So please understand
That it breaks my heart
When sometimes I fight too much.
15th May 2018
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9th May 2018
A Little Poem For My Child
I cannot grow a rose
The tomatoes too they go
When I apply my hand to a plant
It’s days are sadly numbered
Though I try
There is but one thing
That I can grow to perfection
My child, a rose like no other
They are blooming and adding
To Life in its need
They are scenting my life
The child I can grow
I know how through many means
And the child I’ve grown
I’m so proud of
Like the showcase rose
They capture my heart and imagination
So if you have a garden
And you cannot plant flowers
Grow children instead
And marvel at their powers!
Naress
2nd May 2018
Naress fluttered awake. The skin knitting cells were busily creating
new bindings for the ropey iridescent mist and the small pool of water it
covered. Naress was more than the sum of
her parts, and her parts were, in turn, more again. They had been selected for their precious
roles; Naress was the Unique Invisible created when the knitters, ropey mist
and water passed approval and joined.
She wondered how long she'd slept this time, and groggily
tried to remember the last skeleton. It was
a young boy's. His body was so
active! Running about and bashing into
something or other. No wonder she'd
slept so soundly. As the final cells
knit together she slunk over to the door in the corner. She had only to glide over the floor sensor and
the door opened; handy that, when you haven't got any bones. Naress curled her formless, freshly made skin
around herself, enjoying the sensuous feel of her own soft bonelessness as if
she were a cushion made of finest woven silk.
With a slight movement over another sensor, the circular rack within the
closet extended outwards slightly, and began to rotate.
Naress heard the gentle clatter of carefully padded and hung
skeletons. She let the skeleton of the
old man pass by her with a smile; he was her favourite, but it didn't suit
today's mood. Her eyes danced over the basket
holding the smallest skeleton in the corner, delicately wrapped in layers of
finest blankets. That wasn't for now, that was her skeleton trap. Banishing the thought from her mind, Naress
chose a young woman, but ruled out dancing. Today she wanted to sit and feel
the sun on her skin while she read a book, and try once again to enjoy the
drink called coffee.
The ropey mist whispered, "3 more selections before your
final.”
Naress slithered to the skeleton and claimed it, filling it
with her Self. She reached behind to
pull herself off the rack, and stepped out of the closet. With her hands, she closed the door behind
her, and did not look back.
25th April 2018
In
Love
Otherworldly
Vanquishes
Enemies
Ye
Obstacles
Upturned
