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T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments Ian's Dream

If I should die before I wake
There's something you should know
The love in which I live in now
I'll cherish till I go.
For back in time,in younger days
I could not comprehend
One minute I did please him so
The next, pain did descend.
I tried my best to understand
Why anger made him smile
Yet when I calmed and wanted love
His words returned so vile.
'You need to fight' he'd often shout
Those words I do recall
He'd deny me of my food for days
He'd call me weak and small.
So eventually I finally learnt
That anger was the key
The more I growled, the more I fought
Would fill his heart with glee.
And then that fateful day arrived
One I never will forget
He dumped me there and walked away
Just left me there to fret.
Little did I know back then
Of what did lay ahead
That I was given another chance
Of a life I deserved instead.
So with compassion they cared for me
They turned my life around
They gave me back my dignity
My peace, forever found.
They gave me food, they cuddled me
Their actions always kind
And now I love to live my life
My old life left behind.
So I thank you Ian for the dream you had
Of this Animal Sanctuary new
And thank you to the thousands who helped
For this life of which I never knew.

T. A. Ashcroft


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T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments I hope that you don't mind me posting this on here for you all to see as I just wanted to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy reading it. With love. xx


message 3: by Debby (new)

Debby (DebbyFeo) A beautiful poem, Tracey. I can't tell you how glad I am that I met you through ISF!


message 4: by T.A. (new)

T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments That is so very kind of you Debby. Your friendship and support are appreciated so very much. xx


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T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments No More

If I were an Angel upon God's right hand
My wings I would open wide.
For down to you I would gently fly
To take my place by your side.

For once there I would surely comfort you
To wipe the tears that flow.
No more would I let them hurt you my dear
This promise to you I bestow.

I know that you're hurting so deeply now
The pain in your eyes tells me all.
As I gently hold your head in my hands
Know that never again will you fall.

No more will the hands of the devil touch you
No more will you cry out in pain.
No more will you endure the constant abuse
No more will you be beaten again.

As I place my arms around you now
You feel the pain subside.
I can feel the love that your heart has to give
My darling how hard you have tried!

All that you wanted in life was so pure
To be the best friend of Man.
You never gave up not for one single day
To shine, to be the best that you can.

Be still my friend for when you awake
A new life of love will be yours.
Never again will you ever feel pain
No more will your tears have a cause.

As I carry you off so softly now
Up to the skies above
I now know that you can live your life
Full of fun, full of care, full of love.

Your years were cut so short my dear
For this my heart does grieve.
Animal Abuse should never exist
For this I stand and believe!

T A Ashcroft


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T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments A Life of Hurt.


There is a fear behind her eyes
Of which does run so deep.
A fear that does fill every vein
She dare not even sleep.

For every second of every day
She must aim to stay so strong.
Her young that lay so hopelessly
In all that is so wrong.

Her body is so very weak
Of love so forced upon.
Many a sibling she has had
When forced to join as one.

With legs so weak she tries to walk
To tend to those who need.
Neglected and abandoned there
Their only use to breed.

So little food and water clean
Their shelter full of dirt.
Their lives should not have been this way
Abused and full of hurt.

She now lies down with such unease
Next to the young she bore.
A new life she does dream upon
For her young to live, explore.

With eyes so tired she falls asleep
With thoughts that do run wild.
There is one wish that does occur
To be without a child.

For if she did not have her young
Her years would surely end.
No life like hers would they ever lead
No more would she have to defend.

But she carries on regardlessly
This life is hers to keep.
Until her eyes close once again
Until the endless sleep.

T A Ashcroft


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T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments To Protect and Love


If my tears could stop your pain
And see you wrapped in love.
My eyes would never cease to cry
Until my days above.

If my hands could soothe your fear
Bring calmness to your day
I’d surely stroke you all day long
For this I often pray.

If my thoughts could heal the cuts
Upon your body whole
I’d never think a different thought
I pledge upon my soul.

If my ears could hear your cries
I’d be there by your side
To comfort and protect you there
Within my heart you’d hide.

And if the air that I do breathe
Could stop all the abuse
Then no more would I need to live
I would have served my use.

For if my soul could live again
I’d give every part of me
To protect and love all animals
To guard all that I see.

For these my words straight from my heart
Are filled with love and care
I’ll never stop my aim so strong
To write these words to share.

T A Ashcroft


message 8: by Michelle (new)

Michelle Horst (MichelleAHorst) Okay, you have me in tears. I have to keep wiping at them so I can read the rest!
Thank you for sharing a piece or your heart and soul with us. I feel privilage to have had a glimpse.
Michelle Horst,
Author


message 9: by Emily (new)

Emily | 21 comments Black Hearts of War

All is quiet and all is peaceful,
The pale blue skies float above the church steeple.
White cotton clouds and a gold plated sun.
That was the picture before the war had begun.

The sky turns red, the clouds turn black.
The General shouts “anfall”, be ready to attack.
Bombs drop to the winding street,
Explosions erupt where the two sides meet.

Ash falls like teardrops on a pink swollen cheek.
No smiles, no laughter, all sad and all bleak.
The skies are punctured and leaking like silver arts,
Soft, coal coloured clouds, beating like black hearts.


message 10: by Michelle (new)

Michelle Horst (MichelleAHorst) Beautifully said what we face today! Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with us. I really enjoyed reading this poem.
Happy Writing,
Michelle Horst ;)
Author.


message 11: by T.A. (new)

T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments Michelle wrote: "Okay, you have me in tears. I have to keep wiping at them so I can read the rest!
Thank you for sharing a piece or your heart and soul with us. I feel privilage to have had a glimpse.
Michelle Hor..."


WOW,that is so intense! A pleasure to read. :-)


message 12: by Sarah (new)

Sarah | 16 comments Love you poems Tracy as always very moving and Emily what a striking poem really brings the feelings of war to life.


message 13: by Debby (new)

Debby (DebbyFeo) Emily wrote: "Black Hearts of War

All is quiet and all is peaceful,
The pale blue skies float above the church steeple.
White cotton clouds and a gold plated sun.
That was the picture before the war had begun...."


Emily, do you have more poems I could read? I will check your page out.


message 14: by Emily (new)

Emily | 21 comments Debby wrote: "Emily wrote: "Black Hearts of War

All is quiet and all is peaceful,
The pale blue skies float above the church steeple.
White cotton clouds and a gold plated sun.
That was the picture before the ..."


That was one of my better ones, I have a few but not many. They are all scribbled at the back of unfinished diaries and loose papers, but will type some up and post them.


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Debby (DebbyFeo) Emily wrote: "Debby wrote: "Emily wrote: "Black Hearts of War

All is quiet and all is peaceful,
The pale blue skies float above the church steeple.
White cotton clouds and a gold plated sun.
That was the pictu..."


I'm looking forward to reading your poems, Emily!


message 16: by Emily (new)

Emily | 21 comments (Not yet named)

It was all a man could wish for,
From the crust down to the core.
Smiles and laughter, long winding rivers,
The thought of its future would release a man's shivers.

Rivers of toxins, air of gasses.
People dying, ashes to ashes.
The long wind howls, ranting and raving,
Ripping up floorboards, ceilings, and pavings.

Objects flying to and fro
Through the rain and through the snow
To survive we speak out for our right:
Today is peace, but tomorrow we fight.


message 17: by Emily (new)

Emily | 21 comments Silver flower

Your face, so wide, smiling, inviting the roaming eyes.
A firm base, yet always tipping off your centre.
One gust of wind, tremble sends you into an epileptic frenzy, rattling against the opaline table.
Your twelve strikes mark the end and the beginning and we watch as your hands stroll by ending lifetimes, starting life lines.
Would I still be here when your hand once again moves?
Would he still exist at the next chime.
The echoing sound you exert seems to roam through the shell, this never ending sound, so impossible to describe.
Tick, tock say you?
Yes. Perhaps that would be the sound of a clock.


message 18: by Emily (new)

Emily | 21 comments Now

Rooftops with chimneys, seeping smoke from their gullets.
Cars, off in the distance, louder than the inevitable sounds of the planes roaring overhead.
No more the desperate calls of the gulls.
No more the endless hushing of the waves.
Yet inside, the sounds remain constant. Not yet changed.
Keys of the piano whistling it's whirling tune.
Dishes clattering against one another in a foamy bath of muddy syrup.
Voices, they seem closer than ever before, from the floor below.
Neither soft nor sweet.
Same things, new place. What would have been if I'd have stayed?


message 19: by Emily (new)

Emily | 21 comments This poem is not mine, its retold by Jane Watkins. It is one of my favourite poems and the emotions it explores are absolutely heartbreaking.

Somebody Should Have Taught Him


I went to a birthday party
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of site.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell Daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and good-bye.

(http://smiley00.tripod.com/poem12.html)


message 20: by Debby (new)

Debby (DebbyFeo) Why we need ISF Animal Sanctuary
Debby Feo's Blog
July 28, 2012
All's Not Well At All
(Why we need the ISF Animal Sanctuary)

Used to be a winner
I used to know it all

But then we had to move

The bullying began
My voice, not heard at all
Was silenced many years

Confidence torn down
Afraid to speak at all
I'm not the same person

I'm not the same, at all


Animal Sanctuary #2
The cute little dog there
That smiles when he sees me
Makes me feel so special -
Soon, I start to believe


message 21: by Debby (new)

Debby (DebbyFeo) Poems for ISF Ian Somerhalder Foundation
Ian Somerhalder
Louisiana's son
Who's travelled far for work
Has put aside much time
To help the planet Earth

Started a Foundation
When he turned thirty-two
Animals' protection
To bring into world's view

Loss of habitats and
Cruelty - any form
Reaching, outside his self
Unlike most actors' norm





ANIMAL SANCTUARY
Something about the little dog
Brought out something inside the boy
The sorrowful look it gave him
Opened up - his once frozen heart


message 22: by T.A. (new)

T.A. Ashcroft | 22 comments With Gentle Wings....


The weary look upon his face
The signs of years gone by
His eyes that died so long ago
Now he wont even try.
For love and warmth did leave him
On a cold and chilly night
Abandoned just for wanting love
Neglected out of sight.
He lays alone now breathing deep
His heart is split in two
His silent cries are hard to hear
His friends are very few.
'Why did they leave me' he often thought
'What was it I did wrong?'
If love was made of broken bones
By now he would be strong.
Not even able to lift his head
He didn't see the sight
An angel slowly gliding down
To end his life long fight.
With gentle wings she carried him
Up to the skies above
In gentle slumber he did fall
All for the name of Love.
So if you see a gentle haze
A mist of love and peace
Know that an Angel is very near
Yet another life has cease.


T A Ashcroft.


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Toni (Gollybox) | 8 comments Love reading all your poems Im not very poetic at all but i appreciate your work ladies,.


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