Calm & Coffee
By Ray Winstanley
The calm before the storm on a day that is far too warm
Hot drinks less appealing, but cold coffee tastes abysmal
Though Coffee flavoured ice cream is amazing.
Hayfever playing havoc
But the centre is calm and the calm is contagious
Calm spreads onto others, paper fills with words
Two wrongs don’t make a right
But two writes can make a song
The calm before the storm was due yesterday
But got postponed till Tuesday
Will still be hot after the storm
And there will be Ice Cream
Ice Cream calm
Con[FREE]dence
By Ray Winstanley
So hard to build but quick to fall
Sometimes there is enough, others none at all
Stand at the counter, working the till
This is where confidence, begins to till
Some want a drink, some want to feed
But for me being useful, is all that I need
Trusted with money, and casting a smile
It is hard for my depression to say this is not worthwhile
If I was good for nothing, then I could not do this
Defying depression, absolute bliss
Depressions still there, but in the back of my head
I will be damned to feel better of dead
If you feel it is too hard, that you are not good enough
Take my advice and try call Depression’s bluff
Stand at the till and just breath and feel free
Build up your confidence and get my Coffee
Cucumber Friendship
By Cathy
The Cucumber was deteriorating in the fridge
Starting to go soggy and mushy
The Cucumbers friend the Red Tomatoe was cross
He sat across the fridge, frowning at the Cucmber
“This is a funny relationship” said the Tomatoe
“Your going all mushy on me”
“I am sorry” the Cucmber responded
“My glory is disintegrating, I need eating”
“I think you are past eating” the Tomatoe smirked
“You need chucking out of the fridge”
Then the fridge door opened
And the Cucumber squished onto the floor
If You Have Time
By Fiona
Plush purple chairs
Sit down and talk with me … if you have time
The tram rumbles past
Friednships life my mood again
Im feeling the need for community
Plastic table cloths, spotty design
Sit down and talk with me … if you have time
Notice board yearns for my attention
All kind of ideas
Ways to alleviate the present moment
Of confusion and bewilderment
Now i’m in the walking group
We order out coffee then run for the bus
Walk along side me and talk with me … if you have time
Paths through the trees
One foot infront of the toher
Supportive conversation
In and outside of the centre
Walk along side me and talk with me … if you have time
Middle Street
By Bridie Squires
Many memories made here
Bridget remembers the smell of food cooking in the morning
Someone is singing in the kitchen
Ray said we are running low of onions in the kitchen
We could do with coffee cake instead
Biscuits in the middle of the table - custard creams and hobnobs
The scrape of the metal chair on the wooden floor
The close warmth of the kitchen
The out-breath fresh outdoors
Magpies chattering in the distance
Pens scratching away on the paper
The cars flooding the car park
Bunting blowing in the wind
The ducks that made this place home
The artwork on the walls
Theres board games behind the cabinet
The sunshine through these blinds
Its okay to not feel okay
No Longer Drifting
By Fiona
There is structure in my day
Someone might even miss me
If I stay away
I can hear the guitarist strumming
I find it lifts my mood
And I see a volunteer smiling
As he serves up the food
Cheese Omlette on my plate
Friends who care
They help me feel connected
And thankful to be there
The Garden feels so peaceful
And not only flowers blooms
But friendship, shope and encouragement
Is found in every room
Sensation
By Ray Winstanley
Sound of spoons stirring
The fluffy feel of soapy suds
Inticive aroma of fresh coffee, promosing a taste to match
Gather in garden greenery
A welcome wind whispers
Feeling of fresh air on the skin, relax in the warmth
These are the senses and sensations made in Middle Street
Taste the cinnamon Whiskey
Listening to bawdy Folk songs
Feel the camaraderie, loud laughter and applause
Walk, write, weed and wash
Always something to do
Talk, listen and share
Always people to meet
The Garden
By Cathy
The wind chimes the bells
The smell of the trees and grass
The Daisies grow between the blades of grass at my feet
The kaleidoscope of the windmill
The cool breeze on my back
Bunting floating in the breeze under the gazebo