I’ve decided that, while I want to use my skills for good, life is too short to avoid all mischief.

So I’ve penned a little humorous piece, no harm intended.

She stands on the fresh brickwork, arms wide in disbelief,  
“Mum, my future trips to Ibiza are now this driveway!”  

Her mother nods, admiring the smooth surface.
“Sweetheart, now you can park those dreams right here.”  

(c) BobChristian

A while ago I wrote about Mrs Bob, and the fact she has Ehlers-Danlos syndrome or Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder, as it’s known. This is one of those invisible disabilities that people tend to overlook.

But having seen how bad it can be, and tried to support my wife during terrible flare ups, I wanted to put pen to paper to try to explain the constant (silent) battle that people like Mrs Bob face daily.

Unbroken

In the quiet of the morning, 

Before the world stirs awake

She rises, a warrior wrapped in softness,  

Carrying the invisible weight of battles  

Fought within her own bones. 

Her smile is a lighthouse

Casting warmth through the fog  

Of a storm that no one else can see.

A beacon of grace and resilience,  

Lighting the path she walks alone.  

Every step she takes  

Is a testament to her courage;

A silent roar of defiance  

Against the shadows that cling  

To her like an unwelcome cloak.  

Pain is her constant companion;

A ghost that lingers, unseen,  

Yet she dances with it;

Turns it into a melody…

A tune only she can hear.  

In a world that measures strength  

In muscle and might,  

She redefines it in quiet perseverance;

In the way she lifts others, 

Even as she carries her own burden.  

Her determination is a river

Carving through rock and resistance;

Flowing with a force that refuses  

To be damned or diverted;

Finding its way through the impossible.  

She is a tapestry woven  

Of fortitude and fire.

Each thread a story of survival;

Each moment a testament 

To her unyielding spirit.  

And though her battles may be silent,  

Hidden beneath the surface,  

Her victory is loud…

Echoing in every smile,  

Every laugh, every breath she takes.  

For she is more than her pain; more than her struggle.

She is a testament to the human spirit.

A reminder that strength is not the absence of weakness, 

But the will to stand, again and again, 

Undaunted.

Unbroken.

(c)BobChristian

Beneath the bright blue sky
a sudden silence shatters
the ordinary hum of existence.

Steel giants crumble,
a city’s heart stops,
and in that pause,
stories of loss and bravery unfold.

Smoke rises,
a signal of both destruction
and an unyielding spirit.

Hands reach out,
strangers become lifelines,
in the chaos,
we find a shared humanity.

Years pass,
yet the weight of that day
is etched into our collective memory,
a reminder of fragile lives
and the strength that binds us.

We gather the fragments,
piece by piece,
building a narrative
of resilience,
of moving forward,
never forgetting.

(c)BobChristian

Open letter to all my fellow spell-casters, poets, wordsmiths.

We shuffle through the days,
Like we’re on some kind of autopilot,
Eyes glazed, hearts muted,
The world outside begging for our attention
While we scroll, scroll, scroll.
Numb to the chaos.
The injustice.
The cries for help that echo from every corner of our reality.

What are we waiting for?
A sign? A moment of clarity?
Or are we just too comfortable
In our padded prisons of convenience?
Too scared to confront the truth?
That every time we ignore a voice…
A heartbeat…
We are sleepwalking into our own graves?

Every headline that passes us by
Is a call to action.
A challenge to wake up.
But we hit snooze,
Wrap ourselves in the blankets of distraction,
And tell ourselves that tomorrow…
Tomorrow we’ll care.
Tomorrow we’ll rise.

But tomorrow becomes a cycle.
A loop of inaction.
We leave behind footprints of apathy
For future poets, future activists
To sift through like ashes.
Searching for remnants of passion.
For signs that we stood for something.
That we fought for justice.
That we raised our voices against the tide.

So what will they find?
Will they find our silence?
Or will they uncover a legacy?
A fierce declaration that says
We were here? We mattered?
That we refused to be mere spectators
In a world that demanded our engagement?

Let us shatter this trance.
Let us be bold.
Let us scream until our throats are raw.

Until our hearts pound against the walls of indifference.
Let us be the fire that ignites change.
The spark that lights the path for those who follow.
The voices that refuse to fade into the background.

We are not ghosts.
We are warriors.
And our impact can be a tidal wave.
A wave that washes over the injustices,
That lifts the marginalized,
That stands firm against oppression.
We owe it to ourselves,
To those who came before us,
And to those who will come afterwards,
To leave a legacy that demands attention.
That echoes through time.
That says we were here…
We stood for something.
And we dared to wake up.

So let’s rise, together,
And carve our names into the fabric of history.
Let’s be the voices that echo
Long after we’re gone.
Reminding the world
That we were awake,
That we were alive,
And that we chose to fight.

(c) BobChristianmedia

I don’t usually write about current events but in this case I’ll make an exception.

This Mess

“In shadows deep where whispers crawl,

The wealthy laugh while nations fall.

They stoke the flames of ancient hate,

To mask the strings that manipulate.

Puppets dance on gilded stages,

While people rage in scripted cages.

Divided eyes can’t see the hands

That plunder wealth across these lands.

Racial strife, a cunning guise,

For those who win are in disguise.

The true victors are cloaked in gold,

Reaping the spoils of lies retold.”

When I first started writing around the start of the millennium. I wrote a piece called Angels. It was obvious who it was written about. As I’m now a grandfather, and I’ve been going over my very first scribbles to give them a polish,

I’d like to share it with you…

Angels

(Grandad’s Shed edition)

In the depths of my soul, I’ve stumbled and swayed.

As a father, I’m flawed, but my love never strayed.

No blueprint to follow, no roadmap to find,

But my love for you both is clearly defined.

I confess, there were moments when I was unfair.

But my love, dear daughters, was always there.

You are my angels, my guiding stars above,

I’ve always wanted the best for you, my loves.

Ups and downs, we’ve weathered the storms,

A bond unbreakable, my troubles transformed.

So please forgive me for all my mistakes,

And know that my love will never break.

For in every beat of my heart you reside,

With every breath, my love cannot hide.

So trust in my love, and believe that it’s true,

For there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.

(c)BobChristian