Welcome to Day 18 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
As you know, my inspiration for our daily topics often comes from a variety of sources, including you.
Last night, I was watching a BBC Television drama programme called ‘The Syndicate; about a group of five convenience store workers who are in a lottery syndicate together.
The thoughts and feelings this raised for me whilst watching, is what led me to write my poem.
Some of you may find this too personal a subject and may choose not to share today.
Watch the video to hear it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bz18GYNHxA
Your theme and title for Day 18 is: “When It All Stops…”
Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
Halim A Flowers:
When it all stops
Where does it all go
Does it get buried with us
Or does it continue to flow
Who knows…….
When it all stops
Whatver “IT” is
Does it merge with the maggots and mud
Does it blend with the blood and tears
What grows………
When it all stops
Does it float in the atmosphere
Does it leave the planet
Or just permeates here
Does it live in the minds of those who loved us
Will it die in the hate of those who hate
Should it come alive like Tupac in a hologram
Will it exceed our fates
But do we really know what “IT” is……
When it all stops
But who can stop a river
Is it essential like water
Can it grow back like a liver
Will it live on as a legend
Grow bigger in death than in life
If it really is it
Can it really die
Or is it forever
Who’ll show………
When it all stops
(c)April 2012 Halim A Flowers
Zita Holbourne When it all stops
For so long she waited
Waited to be old enough to go to school
Waited to be considered cool
Waited to drive a car
Waited for her first drink at a bar
Waited to go to university
Waited for the big job in the city
Then everything went so fast
And all the waiting became a blurry past
Before she knew it she’d had a career
Bought a house, settled down, her time was here
She raised four babies
Loved, hated, went separate ways
Then there was the divorce
Got her life back on course
Opened her own business
And she was too busy to miss
Him or get sad
Delighted and was glad
As now she was a grandmother
And the holy book became her significant other
Between prayer classes and community
Children, grandkids, she was too busy
To realise when it all stopped
When it sunk in she was shocked
Sat down and sobbed
Asked her self where the time had gone
Dwelled on where she’d gone wrong
There were so many things she’d mean to do
Had needed more time to think them through
Then life and living
Coping and surviving
Had taken over
Her life flashed before her
And made her smile once more
As she realised it had all been worth waiting for
(c)April 2012 Zita Holbourne – When it all stops – April Write
Justice Chikandamina WHEN IT ALL STOPS
Too much is always said about love
Too much is always assumed about love
Too much expectations exist about love
WHEN WILL IT ALL STOP?
I am sick and dead way tired of these love experts
I am sick and tired of trying to fit into some love model
I am sick and tired of you trying to please others about our love
WHEN WILL IT ALL STOP?
I did not build a wall around you just to make you mine
I could have chosen someone else but i did not
I am still here, just wanting and expecting you to be you
Don’t worry about what people may say about us
WHEN WILL IT ALL STOP?
It will all stop the minute that we become true to ourselves
Opening our eyes, ears, hearts and souls
Forever together, together forever
Swimming in love pools
Floating with passion
Singing our vows
You and I
Back at One!
(c) April 2012 Justice Chikandamina
“When It All Stops…”
When it all stops
You realise what the important things are
It’s not work or money
But family and friendships and dreams
It’s about recognising the love people have for you
And you for them
It’s about making peace, with those you may have wronged
And being sincere and honest about it
It’s about appreciating the simple things
Like lying in the arms of the one you love
It’s about appreciating all the things that make us human
Like sobs hidden in sound of thunder
Like tears hidden in the fall of light rain
Like sharing smiles & laughter
Which are only hiding your true pain
For all your lifetime sacrifices
Which is worse?
To have a time ahead but no money
Or more money than you can imagine
But no time to spend it
On things you’ve only dreamed of doing
Because finally when you are set and ready
It all stops and you might find it’s too late…
©18th April 2012 Angela Edgar All Rights Reserved (Day 18)