A new book.

I haven’t written on her for a while. Been busy editing my Christmas story and working on my Witchcraft trilogy and also finishing my third poetry book, which you guys can now go and buy on amazon, I promise you’ll love it. Here it is, with my others, the bottom now says ‘A collection of poems’ however. Its called The Return of a Whistle by R.J.Dunning. If you go buy one it will help out a struggling author and if you do buy one you guys can take a pic of yourself with it and #gotrjdunning on Instagram and tag me @deadibek_thetattooedpoet06. Give me a follow for daily pictures and posts.

I have still been writing a poem a day though. Ill be traveling again in the camper soon so expect pictures but for now here are two poems from this week of writing a poem a day for a year. Enjoy.

Poem 1.

You lost your way

up river,

down river, through the trees

Inside the wardrobe

or behind the bathroom door

it was a bad war

many were killed

and you never paid that bill.

The ducks flew south

She opened her mouth

just as the caterpillar sang

and the frog tried on the dress

silver, was it?

No blue

with a golden hue

and he just stood there eating cake,

so long as it was vegan,

that’s fine by me.

Staying lost was my choice

It helped me find you.

I’m here in the woods

bare feet to the ground

talking to the animals

living inside

existing outside

within the waters edge

that’s my pledge.

 

 

Poem 2.

She is getting old

one day she’ll leave me too

another one gone.

But she will not be alone

her sister awaits her

on the beach

in the sun

where they can both run

by the waters edge

as the stag watches over all.

They will both wait for me there

For she is getting old

joints creak

and sight fades

as does memory over time

but I will never forget

our time together is precious

as all time is.

For a fleeting moment in time

she was mine, I was hers

and for that I am grateful.

so if you find its time to go

then rest dear friend rest

for I will see you again soon

and you will not be alone there.

February 15th

I’ll be in Whitby for the next couple of days so I should have some good photographs to post. So excited, I love traveling and I cant wait until I’m back in Scotland in September. Here is a poem I wrote this morning about getting ready.

 

Baking in the Kitchen

making Cookies to take

on our weekend break

baking the dogs biscuits too as they are tagging along

The snow is falling outside

as we get ready to walk.

A white wind constructed of ice

the warm glow of the fire

thaws my rosy cheeks

as I sip my hot coffee

and smell the fragrant smell

of fresh cookies in the oven

Cant resist sneaking one

well I do have to test them.

Starting to pack for my adventure

charging cameras

to snap pictures of cold beaches

and eerie abbeys

old cobbled streets

and walking up a hundred and ninety nine steps.

Chuck the bags in the car

ready for morning

when our travels begin.

Our weekend break be upon us.

 

Valentines

Today be the day of saint Valentine

A day to ask if you’ll be mine

and I’ll be thine.

Together we’ll dine

just like always really

except today I baked Brownies

For after our lentil lasagna.

Today is a day to show love

affection and adoration

but not for us,

today’s no special occasion

For we are in love on everyday of the year.

It’s nothing Romantic for us

we don’t bother with Valentines

because we show our affection to one another

the same, today and everyday.

You are my Valentine, today

tomorrow and for the rest of my life.

I am your wife

you are my husband

and we don’t need a special day

everyday is our day.

I love you.

February 12th

Today I have been walking my dogs and then I went and got some food in for the week. I have been writing today, another great idea popped into my head for my trilogy, something in Whitby, where I am going over the weekend with my family, so I will be taking my camera and my note books. Here is a poem I wrote today about writing.

 

Scribbling away

by day, by night

stories and characters

who come alive in my head

begging to be released

wanting to see the world.

Yet by writing, you will see theirs.

They want their stories told.

I write them down

they live their lives through me

waiting, waiting

waiting to be read

waiting to be heard

I scribble away their lives

letting it become mine.

I’m waiting, waiting

waiting for my chance

to become an author.

 

February 11th. Driving

I went for a drive with my husband today, to find a vegan pie shop and get a ‘vego’ bar. The best chocolate bar in the world encase you were wondering. Well we got a little lost, the fun kind of lost, we knew what area we were in, just took a wrong turn. We found the place, I got my vegan pies and all was well. I took my writing pad with me on the drive and jotted this down, a silly one today.

 

We were lost

through fields of bleached wheat

we passed, no end in sight

Destination no where.

had we passed through a void

another dimension

for non of this looked familiar

panic starts to set in

fuel running low.

But no, behold

oh yes, we know where we are

panic over

and to top it off, there’s a petrol station here

phew, were saved.

February 2nd, Books

I love books, I have my very own library in my house, wall to wall, floor to ceiling books. Heaven. I read every day, sometimes sitting up way past bedtime, reading when I know I  should be asleep for work. I just love visiting all those other worlds and making friends on other planets. This is a poem I wrote when I was sat in my library.

 

Sit down

Take a book off the shelf

what do you see

what do you feel

with a book, you hold

the sun, the moon and the stars

in your hands.

and trust me when I say

there is no friend as loyal as a book.

For a reader lives a thousand lives.

But caution dear reader,

for once you have visited these other worlds

you’ll find it hard to cope with reality.

All the secrets of the world

are contained within books

and no book instructs two people alike

although it possesses but one voice.

So take a book, off my shelf

sit and delve deep

into an unknown realm.

backdate January 31st.

So I know I haven’t been on my blog every other day but I have been writing a poem a day still. Here is what I wrote on the last day of January.

 

Today be the last

of many be the end.

A new moon rises

and the Dragon takes flight

The stars are shining bright

but you could never see

that the end be in sight.

You take a fright

and hide away

as the dragon fly’s over

across the blood moon

a shadow

in the distance

the world in a trance

for today be the last.

Day Thirty, new ink.

Been and had a new small tattoo today, just a little crystal. Got my others bits booked in at end of February, cant wait. Gonna get the bottom of my leg sleeve finished by the end of March. Anyhow here Is todays poem.

 

The day has arrived

New ink is about to begin

on my body it shall sink

It will flow, almost glow

to tell a story of a time,

Once upon,

one day shall all be gone.

A crystal

of which I love

Surrounded myself with them

in the real world

now there is one upon my body

purple hue

glowing bright, in the night

forever etched on my skin.

Day twenty eight, Activism.

On Saturday I went to my first ever Vegan Activism event in Doncaster. It was Amazing, the people were so nice, it was great to meet other Vegans with the same beliefs as me. We had so much in common, it was just so freeing to be able to speak and not be contradicted or people say, yes but what about….. The response we had from the public was so positive. People were coming over and engaging in conversation, a lot were vegetarian wanting to be vegan but we had a farmer come along, who got a little teary saying his job used to be to remove calves from their mother and he felt uncomfortable doing it, he said, “It didn’t feel right”. As humans we are going against our own beliefs and feelings doing unnecessary harm to animals. We don’t need to eat their flesh or secretions to survive. I encourage anyone to look into the Vegan lifestyle. You don’t loose anything but you gain so much.

I didn’t take my Camera but here’s a picture from my Instagram account. Here is the poem I was inspired to write from going to the event, which is just the beginning for my activism.

 

Feel,

Feel the Earth breath,

Feel all the pain in the world.

Be heard

Never be silent.

You have a voice,

so use it to do some good.

Speak up for those who have no voice.

We are the generations

who can bring about the change the world needs.

We can do it

Help heal the planet

our Mother is sick.

Use your voice for good

use it for compassion

Help others to understand

help them see the truth, as you do now.

It’s time.

Don’t let animals live in fear

and suffer any longer,

Lets put a stop to it.

Open another’s eyes with your voice

Educate

and eradicate animal abuse.

Stop the slaughter

Teach the world about Veganism

and use your voice to speak up for the voiceless.

Have a heart, Go Vegan. I urge anyone who wants better health, better nutrition, wants to stop climate change, wants to help the environment, wants to end animal abuse and cruelty, and generally wants to have a low carbon footprint, then live a cruelty free lifestyle. Being Vegan is easy and not extreme, what is extreme is eating the flesh and carcass of a living being who didn’t want to die. The only way is Vegan. xxx

Day twentyfour

Been to the Tattooist today booked in for my next two tattoos and I know my next six in advance, really want my leg sleeve finishing by the end of summer. No room left now on my arms, chest or hands. Excited to get some new ink.

 

Looking ahead to new Tattoos

the pain of the work

the joy of the result

the Beauty of the Ink

Just stop and think

let it sink

right in, to last a lifetime

money well spent

at least to me anyway.

Looking ahead to more tattoos

from my head to my toes

I know what I want

but I must wait and save

one at a time

always one at a time.