Z is for Zoraya

Z is for Zoraya

Zoraya is an inspiration to many far and wide

She shimmies up a pole with never a slip or a slide

With elegance and grace she twists and turns

Keeping a stoic face as she feels the burn

She’ll paint her face and her skin

Adorn her hair and then do a spin

She wraps her snake around her body

Tactile, undulating, gripping firmly

She’s a champion nationally and internationally

A firm believer in love and her family

She fits it all in with dedication and stamina

Five hours of pole training and gym is her dogma

 

Her husband is her coach and mentor

Her soul mate and lifelong partner

They travel the world sharing their knowledge

Giving workshops and training to share their message

She is a wife and a mother and finds time to have fun

Playing on the beach with Nic and their two sons

Time out for a couple who live in harmony

They work and play hard and eat healthily

Zoraya and Zen Arts a match made in heaven

The trust in each other’s performance is unspoken

Like minded, superb performers of skill and dedication

From people through all walks of life and nations

Zoraya Judd

Y is for YOU

YOU

I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love you,"
And the way you're always there.

I love the way you touch me,
Sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.

I love the way you lead me through a door

I love the way you will never ignore

My silly whims and girly ways

That makes you smile throughout the day

You call us beauty and the beast

You came down from the North East

To live with these silly Southern ways

Your accent reverts back to your younger days

You were strong and gave me strength

Your shoulders broad to take my load

You showed me the right path at my crossroads

You showed me love one hundred percent

You asked me to be your wife

I will love you all my life

April holds our anniversary date

I am so pleased to be your mate.

 

This is OUR SONG

From the album Come On, Come On

Sung By Mary Chapin Carpenter and Joe Diffie

To hear you say my name, to see you search my eyes
To feel you touch my hand, it more than satisfies.
If I was not the first, just say I'll be the last
It's too much to expect, but it's not too much to ask.

Now I can only dream of being all you need
And I can only try to be the reason why
You think about today and forget about the past
It's too much to expect, but it's not too much to ask.

Now I can only dream of being all you need
And I can only try to be the reason why
You think about today 'cause the past is just the past
It's too much to expect, but it doesn't hurt to ask
It's too much to expect, but it's not too much to ask

Songwriters: SCHLITZ, DONALD ALAN JR. / CARPENTER, MARY CHAPIN

 

X is for the eX

X is for the eX

A slice of life

To cut with a knife

A portion for you,

A portion for me

It wasn't half and half.

The partnership was slanted

The way that you wanted.

Stir in a couple of children

No more a Garden of Eden.

No matter how I tried

Your love for me didn't survive

You looked and saw greener grass

Leaving me deep in the morass.

Explanations weren’t satisfactory

And you were still derogatory

So after year twenty-three

It came to a decree nisi.

 

For what we shared

You should have shown that you cared

Life is too short so you said

And then left my bed.

You broke my heart and my head.

Now my heart is physically broken

And nothing more is spoken.

Too little too late

You’ve sealed your own fate.

You stretched the boundaries

All I have left are the memories

Some are precious jewels to treasure

That are far too numerous to measure.

Left to pick up the pieces,

It took me a while to gather myself

But ten years down the line

This gent of mine suits me just fine

W is for Woman

WOMAN

The housewife of old was meek and mild

She looked after the house and her child

She tended to all her man’s needs

Then found time to pull up some weeds

She cleaned and washed and cooked all day long

Listening to the radio and enjoying the pop songs

Matching handbags and shoes,

Twinsets and pearls

Hair neatly coiffed and lacquered

All meals were home cooked and catered

No machines to save time and energy

Any ambitions to work were thought to be haughty

She was there to toe the line

To comfort, nurture and be his sunshine

Nothing was too much trouble, never angry

Abused physically and mentally by all and sundry

As time went on it wasn’t enough

So women found the strength to rebuff

The social norms of their lives and times

Sometimes having to commit crimes

Suffragettes and pioneers who wouldn’t be beaten

We need to thank our brave women who were certain

Who led from the front for their sisters and daughters

To find the right answers our female warriors

Taking voice and fighting hard to unite

Making sure it’s everyone’s birthright

Regarded and respected as any other human being

Genuinely admired and loved with feeling

So now we are in the 21^st century

Some women are still living in penury

Working hard to change women’s lives

No longer willing to be captives

Standing against discrimination and prejudice

Knocking down the walls of the fortress

Dismissing the world of unfair bigotry

And get everyone to agree.

Standing up for women’s rights and others

As did our grandmothers and great grandmothers

Not only for sex discrimination or prejudice

Righting the wrongs in the world with fairness

Thinking of the whole world with compassion

Helping out others with consideration

Lots of empathy and sympathy along the way

Shining a light on problems small and large giving a brighter day.

V is for Victim

A Victim No More

Too nice, she won’t mind

She’s always kind

Too laid back

What does she lack?

Manipulated by another

Abused by others

Too afraid to tell those who want to know

Hidden so deep

Too hard to keep

The tears come and the face dries

Nobody knows the pain inside

Kept inside the strong castle walls

What does she do when she falls?

She makes time for others

Listens to their troubles

Then it’s turned and doubled

In on her to spite her love

Nobody believes her when she says what she feels

Don’t be stupid they say

You are wrong they are right

So she has another sleepless night

All she wants is to love and be loved

The tears flow when she is moved

Pushing out from the heart and caught

With no forethought

Tossed away like discarded paper

No use for the wrapper

Put the lid on it don’t let anybody see

The pain and love that is a divorcee

Deep, deep down

Unplumbed depths under the sea or space

A mind full of grace

Grinding out the race

Finding a way through the story

That she wrote before she was born

Making the mistakes, choosing free will

Living her life in a wonderland full of illusions

Trying to stop the agony, the pain, the hunger

Knowing she’s not getting any younger

Coming through a rebirth of love

The second chance coming from above

She grabs it with both hands

And feels like she’s playing in a band

Joy and laughter, contentment and bliss

All sealed with her loving husband’s kiss.

U is for Unknown

U is for Unknown

Unknown voices always in my ear

Is that what I hear?

Visions in my head

Is that what I read?

Dreams that disturb my nights

Such ugly sights

Remembering in the morning

As the fresh day is dawning

Troubles to leave behind

Answers still to find

From the depths of my mind

As yet to be divined.

Searching and seeking my soul

Looking for the loophole

Caught inbetween, stuck in limbo

Is it a friend or foe?

A feeling of peace envelops me

Calmness wraps me warmly

As my angel sits amongst the flowers

Slowing down each minute of each hour

T is for Tobias

You wanted to come to us early and gave us quite a shock

We took a quick look at the clock

Hannah started her car and dashed you to the maternity ward

‘Oh no,’ they said.  ‘Millie, you aren't far enough forward.’

Mummy and daddy like to prove people wrong

And out you came, small but strong

We counted all your fingers and your toes

Then we let everybody know.

The wondrous miracle next generation

With your light reddish hair and no question

That we would love and adore you and keep you safe

There would be no chance for you to be a waif.

I look at your picture every day

Loving you more in every way

Knowing that you are developing and growing

As I listen to you chuckling and cooing.

I gaze adoringly at my newest grandson

Wanting to cuddle and hug Tobias John

We call you Toby which suits you down to the ground

It feels as if you have always been around.

Your big sister Robyn

Cousins Sean, Josh and Devan

No shortage of playmates to keep you company

As we all look on proudly.

Beautiful boy

TOBIAS

S is for Shopping

S   is for Shopping

Shopping list is like a to do list

Traipsing round the supermarket

Up and down the aisles back and forth

Shuffling and stopping looking and reaching

In and out, up and down, this way and that

Is that in my cupboard?

Do I really need more baked beans?

Out of the trolley on to the conveyor belt

Beep, beep, push and pack

Hope the ice cream doesn’t melt

Insert your card, remember your pin

Anybody watching, move your body to the side

Pack the trolley try and push it through the automatic doors

Glad to leave the hubbub of the store

Weaving in and out of the cars parking and leaving

Opening the boot and turning to get a bag

Oh no, the trolley is rolling down the road

Grabbing the handle, handbag flying

Groaning and moaning

Back to square one and home again.

It’s all done now until next week

Groundhog Day again with a few nips and tweaks.

R is for Rings

R IS FOR RINGS

He put three rings on her finger

Promise, commitment and eternity

The gemstones sparkled and shone

She put him on a pedestal but not a throne

Working two jobs day and night

There wasn’t even the energy to fight.

Holding down the house and home

Keeping the kids well fed and then some

There was no other possible choice

So still and muted was her voice

Remaining silent but screaming inside

Slowly scrabbling and exploring to find

Something hidden underneath the trappings of life

There must be more to being a mother and a wife.

Finding her identity, her soul, her meaning

Has taken patience and time and a lot of healing

She’ll leave something behind her,

Something for the future

And so begins the start of a new book

Adding many additional chapters.