• creative writing class,  haiku,  Poetry,  Uncategorized,  writing

    >Haiku

    >Garden reading booksLate night of barbecue funSummertime living *** Stuck in house – snow Bored, fed up, want to go Yet warm, cosy, happy *** Hate writing Haiku Syllables really confuse Write them I cannot All content copyright Emma Crees, 2006 – 2012 unless otherwise stated http://writerinawheelchair.blogspot.com

  • acceptance,  disability,  Poetry,  quotes,  thinking,  Uncategorized

    >It Doesn’t Interest Me

    >A blog I read most days is Malisa’s.  She is a very strong woman and a wonderful writer.  I feel like I learn a lot reading her words (although I’ve never really told her that or interacted with her too much).  I forget if I’ve shared her link before or not but definitely think that her site is worth a read and also that a couple of the specific people I know who read this would probably also enjoy reading it and get something from it.  She writes on caringbridge so I can’t link to specific entries but in her most recent one she shared the following poem which I…

  • Family,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Remembrance Day

    >We got to IKEA on Sunday a bit before 11. We’d had a chance to get in there, go to the loo and start looking at the first room set up or two. I called my mum over to look at a unit I liked and we were trying to figure out if it would fit in the space. Then they announced on the tannoy that it was 11 am and because it was Remembrance Sunday there was going to be a 2 minute silence. We stopped and stood still in silence for those two minutes. So did most other people. But we were right by the escalators up so…

  • Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >If by Rudyard Kipling

    >I was just reading something online and it had a few lines from this poem in it. It reminded me how much I love it and I thought I would post it here. If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;If you can…

  • General Life Stuff 2006 - 2008,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Activist Poetry Style

    >This is the third poem I’ve posted this evening.  They’ve all been online at Creatively Emma but as that’s something I’ve abandoned and is going soon I’m moving them here. Originally written 3rd February 2008 about the incidents referred to in my post “Save yo’ drama for yo’ mama” Activist Poetry Style  it’s not my problem it’s not my responsibility it’s not my job or so you tell me well, guess what? dealing with your attitude your disphobia your ableism educating you banging my head against a brick wall trying desperately to help one of my people to show that we matter we care we are part of society and…

  • Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Sailor

    >Originally written 1st July, 2008 Sailor The jingle jangle of the boats waiting, aloneHoping some day their sailor will come.Secret meaningHidden from the worldAt large. So obvious!So true So freeingSo happy And yet so hiddenhard to find unless you lookbeyond what it at first seems Boring they sayThey don’t know Not many do.But oh how those that doLook and laughfree and fast. Some lucky few have friendsWho pushWho nagWho shareWho care. The naysayers give inAnd give it a go“just this once”they say Three years laterShe looks,She laughsShe is freeflying fastwater poundsSails flap and sounds. So happySo gratefulSuch a part of me. Sounds of the water and the sight of the…

  • Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Wants vs Needs

    >Originally written 2nd July 2008 Wants vs Needs Sweet. Salty.Sugar.  Honey.Laughing.Crying.It’s notFunny. Spicy. Plain.Feeling thatIt’s allThe same. Time foryouTime forthemTime forhimTime forher No timefor meNo timeto beNot feelingfree A changeas goodas a rest? do I need a changedo I need a restnot quite surewhich would be best Time for meTime to beFeel free Different is goodDifferent is funDifferent is different Needs and wantsdifferentyet the same. I need a changeI want a changeI need thingsto stopbeing the samealwaysand I wantthingsto stopalwaysbeingthe same. A changemay beas good as“a rest” Well.not for me.I’m greedyI want both. All content copyright Emma Crees, 2006 – 2012 unless otherwise stated http://writerinawheelchair.blogspot.com

  • I wish I wrote this,  interwebs,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >The Month After Christmas

    > Sadly in my case most of this was true way before Christmas but because I needed a laugh… The Month After Christmas (Author Unknown) Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house  Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste At the holiday parties, had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber). I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.” As…

  • forwards,  I want to change the world,  I wish I wrote this,  internet,  Poetry,  sharing,  Uncategorized

    >And now for something completely different…

    >Just thought that this was worth sharing… Will be back later, probably. Accept that some days you’re the pigeon,and some days you’re the statue. Always keep your words soft and sweet,just in case you have to eat them. Always read stuff that will make you lookgood if you die in the middle of it. Drive carefully. It’s not only cars thatcan be recalled by their maker. Eat a live toad in the morning and nothingworse will happen to you for the rest of the day. If you can’t be kind, at least have thedecency to be vague. If you lend someone £20, and never seethat person again, it was probably…

  • awareness,  disability,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    >Don’t tell me…

    > Don’t tell me that you understand,Don’t tell me that you know.Don’t tell me that I will survive,How I will surely grow.Don’t stand in pious judgmentOf the bonds I must untie.Don’t tell me how to suffer,Don’t tell me how to cry.Don’t tell me this is just a test,That I am only blessed,That I am chosen for this taskApart from all the rest.My life is filled with selfishness,My pain is all I see,But I need you, I need your love,Unconditionally.Don’t come at me with answersThat can only come from me.Don’t tell me how my grief will pass,That I will soon be free.Accept me in my ups and downs,I need someone to…