POETRY FROM THE RIVER OF LIFE

WRITTEN BY TRACEY L WARREN

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Tracey Warren is a Poet, Artist and Illustrator and the poetry written within this book is, as she describes it, from the 'River of Life'.


Each piece has been caught or percieved by Tracey as a 'Ripple Effect' directly capturing moments from daily life sculpted into words to compile her very own unique style of poetry.


This written collection takes you on a journey through a river of words, so to speak, from the funniest moments we all experience in life to the more serious ones, including love and loss, as well as notable global events. i.e. The recent fire at Notre-Dame Cathedral, (April 2019) as just one example.


Lastly, Tracey's poetry takes you on a journey to pieces specifically created about raising children and for the very young (or young at heart), igniting the listeners imagination visually with her words and style of poetry.


The cover illustration is also an original piece of work produced by Tracey especially for The Ripple Effect.


Please Enjoy.



Life is like a gentle poem

Each day is like a verse

A rhyming riverbed of words

In which we may immerse

So dip your toes in slowly

Awaken deep and mindful hearts

As you embark upon the journey

The Ripple Effect imparts



Some Examples of the poetic works inside ...


Ode To Notre-Dame




Dear France - I'm your Notre Dame

Your Lady of Paris - Strong

For eight hundred and fifty years

I have served you - Ever long


But fire had reared its ugly head

Dressed in a cloak of sorrow

It may have singed my yesterdays

But it cannot steal tomorrow


Your Notre Dame will rise again

To kiss the Paris sky

I feel your teardrops fall like rain

Dear people do not cry


I hear your voices singing

In their sad and dulcet tones

Your tears are carried on the wind

To soothe my burning bones


The stars awoke and beamed on me

The Moon blinked in a sigh

As embered truss and glowing frames

Illumed my Paris sky


I felt the heat enter my walls

My roof began to burn

The choking smoke engulfed me

As the flaming fingers curled


The plumes of red and orange fell

My blackened steeple spire

To meet the heated ash and dust

And on stoney floors  - Retire


I was there for you through wars gone by

As shelter from the battles

I warmed the war worn soldiers

And restored their Spirits - Rattled


I've fed and housed the hungry heart

I've nurtured weary Souls

I've witnessed noble Kings and Queens

Adorned in sacred robes


Save history by the artists brush

Rescue my sculptured pose

My towers from cruel famished flames

My stained glass windows - Rose


My marble statues hang their heads

Amid this night of dread

And greeted by the ashen dawn

We see our history bled


Dear People - I'm your Notre' Dame

Your Lady of Paris - Strong

For eight hundred and fifty years

I have served you - Ever long


But fire had reared its ugly head

Dressed in a cloak of sorrow

It may have singed my yesterdays

But it cannot steal tomorrow


Your Notre Dame will rise again

To kiss the Paris sky

I feel your teardrops fall like rain

Dear people do not cry


I hear your voices singing

In their sad and dulcet tones

Your tears are carried on the wind

They soothe my burning bones



Written by Tracey Louise Warren

When fire engulfed the Cathedral

15th April 2019




When You Were Not Looking




Today when you were not looking,

as you woke up at dawn from your dreams,

the Earth spun around - without making a sound-

just as always and ever it seems.

Today when you were not looking,

a baby bird hatched from its egg.

It opened its eyes - for the very first time-

as a wind whispered breeze kissed its head.

Today when you were not looking,

a seed sprouted up from the ground.

But nobody will know - just how tall it will grow-

as it peeps through the leaf littered mound.

Today when you were not looking,

daffodils slowly began to bloom.

Each one sat up right - to catch cups of sunlight-

just to brighten natures morning room.

Today when you were not looking

A storm brushed its paint 'cross the sky.

Dark clouds conjured rain - and then down it all came-

as it nourished the thirsty and dry.

Today when you were not looking,

The faithful prayed on bended knee.

For the bullets to stop - and no more bombs be dropped-

on the children of war torn countries.

Today when you were not looking,

helping hands touched the sick and the poor.

And the smiles that they gave - and the lives they all saved-

are a lesson of hope for us all.

So tomorrow - by chance - If you're looking,

just take pause for a moment and see.

You can't be everywhere - and may not be aware-

There's a million good things happening.

And at dawn when you wake from your slumber-

The Earth will still be spinning round.

And no one could be blamed - for it seeming the same-

Yet ... to some - it is better somehow.



The Groovy Granny



I think I'm getting really old - My prime has slipped away.

Because I just can't follow fashion or the generation of today.


It is half made tops and bits of string that sit low on the hips.

Bare bellies that just wobble - not to mention - other bits.


It is stripey shirts and huge wide flares and earings up your nose.

Pierced belly buttons seem to be - the trend now - I suppose.


There's nothing like a million braids - They tell me it is such fun!

And you haven't really lived 'til you've had studs drilled through your tongue!


Bright tattoo's and butterflies - I'm told are really cool.

They're now defined as body art - I feel like such a fool.


Silver rings around the toes just can't be all that comfy.

Especially if your feet are small - and all your toes are stumpy!


And ten studs up your earlobe - must add up and be expensive!

Does that mean that you are really rich - or is it just excessive?


Well maybe I'm just 'passed it!' Geriatric - An old duck!

I hear they don't do diets now - just a chin or tummy tuck!


And young girls are no longer shy - but opinionated - Loud!

And they line up for a boob job - if they're not that well endowed!


The new make-up's not in a jar - nor carefully applied.

It is drawn on with a needle and injected with a dye.


There's no singing lessons any more - and I'll tell you this for free -

they just wear tighter trousers so they can reach a higher key!


Wrinkles are a no - no now that botox hit the stage!

And you seem to be an oddball if you show some signs of age.


Todays teenagers have stripey hair and spray it on with pride!

Bright pink and green and orange spikes with black lines down the side!


I cannot begin to follow all the music that they play!

What with Rap and R & B. Give me the classics any day!


But - I do rinse my hair purple or a lovely shade of blue!

So ... I guess this Groovy Granny can still set a trend or two!







































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