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Welcome to our collection of poems and pictures created by people from our little community. Each piece shares a bit of someone's story, thoughts or imagination - sometimes personal, sometimes playful, always honest.

There's no single theme or style, just a mix of voices and views coming together in one space. Take your time to have a look through and enjoy!

This page will be updated periodically with new submissions.

Bright Light

Dream that dream as you sleep tonight,
Smile that smile and hold it tight,
Laugh that laugh til morning light,
Cry that cry til you feel alright.
Love your lover morning, noon, and night
For ever and ever
Til you both see
that bright light.

by Amanda

Bright Light

Sometimes you may feel like life has passed you by,
Sometimes you miss the rainbow in the sky,
You feel you’re going no where,
You feel you’re on your own,
I’ll always keep you in my heart,

You’ll never stand alone.
 

When the night is at it’s darkest and you wonder what to do,
Don’t give up remember I won’t give up on you!

by Amanda

Heaven

As each day goes by
It gets harder to say
“Please don’t go away”.
I need you to stay

And help me pray that God won’t take us away.

We need more time
To define as to when
It’s going to be our turn.
So we can share our love
with everyone we love,
before the day comes for us
to go up above to those we’ve lost and loved.

We’ll look below to make sure
that those we’ve left behind,
really do have peace of mind
and know we’re at our happiest,
now we’re with those, that we once laid to rest.
Now we pray for the rest to stay
And do their best not to join us.

Now see the stars as they shine at night,
Then wish upon the first in sight.
Maybe our wish will then come true,
and life may turn out, just like we’d want it to.

by Amanda

Growing Tall

All creatures great and small,
Come help me grow tall,
So I can be the person I should be,
The one that’s buried deep inside me,
Waiting to be free
So I can truly be me!!

by Amanda

Sleeping

As time goes by
I wonder why
You went away
And left us all to weep

But I know
The only time
I’ll be with you
Is in my sleep

I realise
that life goes on
so no more tears
we should weep

but no matter
how time can heal
it doesn’t stop us
wishing you were just asleep.

by Amanda

Ballad O' Bones - An artwork

by Lauren Saunders.
(Many thanks to Dave and Bill from the Hub for sourcing the cod!)

Ballad O' Bones - A Poem

Down Spurn an’ up t’Olderness bend,
Where t’North Sea’s mood can twist or mend,
Lives she who skegs at fish wi’ care,
Reads cod like tea leaves wi’ bones laid bare.
 
Nell’s no witch, nor wears a hood,
Jus’a top from Boyes, an’ boots caked good.
Request to learn of what comes hence
And hear her bones speak consequence
 
Tossin’ ’em down, a Seer stirred,
Each rib a sign, each spine a word.
No charts, no news, no need to sleuth,
Insight found in brittle truth.
 
The air gets thick, the bones run white,
They whisper low by lantern light.
No preacher’s book, no doctor’s creed,
Just cod an’ fate an’ bloody need.
 
“That curve there? Storm. That crack? Divorce.
Those there? A bain born breach, of course.”
She don’t do chance, she don’t do guess.
The bones, they talk. She does t’rest.
 
“Come ‘ere,” she says, “see how that falls?
Luck comes close – yer fortune calls.
But this one’s angled – you been sick?
There’s illness brewin’, fast an’ thick.”
 
Some reckon she’s mad, but think on deep…
When cod bones speak Hull folk won’t sleep.
You laughed, at first. They laughed as well.
Just once ter neglect this warning bell.
 
One deckie came, they called him Jack,
She read the bones, stood solemn back.
“Avoid water, lad, ‘til Tuesday night,
Steel’ll buckle, the flood’ll bite.”
 
Chucklin’, he sailed, til trawler capsized.
Could’ve lived, like she advised.
Now even lads who’d scoff an’ jeer,
Keep cod bones close, an’ her more near.
 
They tell the story, the cod and ‘er,
Together with bones, prophecy stirs,
Cod ain’t caught to fry or shift,
It tell the truth, through bone and gift.
 
Hull folk know we’re one wit’ sea.
But codbones carry what will be…
An’ when Nell’s gone, who’ll read the text?
Who’ll know what bones say will come next?

by Lauren Saunders

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