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Tanya

Fillbrook

TANYA FILLBROOK
Freelance writer/Artiste. 

Speculative Writing ,Nature,Fantasy,Lyrics

Fiction And Nonfiction
 

ABOUT
ME!

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Hello!

I am Tanya Fillbrook from Wimborne, Dorset, England.

I have been writing poetry, lyrics, and articles for years.

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Included on this site will be primarily poetry, but also articles and a 'ditty or two.'

I hope you enjoy

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Also see CONSERVATIONCREATES -BLOG SITE: tanyafillbrook.wixsite.com/conservationcreates.

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And VERSE CHORUS PROFILE: verse-chorus.com/tanya-fillbrook

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SOUNDCLOUD: soundcloud.com/tanya-fillbrook

THANK YOU.

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About
contact


Tanya Fillbrook:

t.fillbrook@yahoo.com

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Samples of my work

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BIRD IN THE RAIN

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As an ice -wind numbs,

As the quiet that follows,

As the rustle of leaves

Kicked into shape.

By a tread and pace, fast.

As a hood is pulled up,

And umbrellas blow,

The smaller creatures, hiding below.

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The bird in the rain,

Bedraggled, looks on,

As food so scarce,

His hope is gone.

Little bird in the rain,

A bounty of food is on it's way,

Bright, luscious berries

Starts your new day,

And then when spring leaps,

And females abound,

You'll learn to love these new things you've found.

 

THIS TIDE OF PLASTIC

 

These rivers of pollution

Are sown by the hand that deals

The litter, with no bag to hand,

And no bin, just tossed through sand.

Yet while the tide is out,

We drink from the bottle

That remains cold and left behind.

 

And when that tide comes in,

These plastic remains get washed away,

By its very nature, out there farther,

To trick and transcend down,

In lather.

To break down and to scatter,

As hungry mouths await

Their microplastic poison, digested bait.

 

From the choking and cutting,

As the creatures squirm,

They in swaddling, in ugly lies,

This menace that is plastic ties.

They that pollute our rivers and shores,

And the organisms that then

Poison the food that is shared

Through the sea floors.

 

This tide of plastic that harms

Azure- filled seas,

Where porpoises play,

And hatchlings stray.

This tide of plastic that we send,

Through its repugnant course,

Must come to an end.

A Woodland In Winter

 

It's stillness in the field,

Apart from the bird that searches

For his food.

And the grass becomes crisp

With every tread.

And soft snowflakes

That tickle your face,

Yet leave no trace.

 

It's the absence of leaves,

An eerie picture card envisaged

From its branch.

And the sky above like sepia,

With transcending light.

See buzzards soar

As they swoop to see

A vole there for its tea.

 

And mammals sleep deep,

Down in nests away from the cold,

Only to dance in spring.

But the squirrels will hunt

To bury acorns.

As berries drop,

For finches fine,

And there hope will shine.

A woodland in winter,

Is a step into spring.

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  ThIS TiDE OF PLASTIC

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Our seas are changing!

The life in our oceans, the rivers we fish, to the food we eat have catastrophic consequences for all of us.

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As I amble and scramble' along the river's edge that meanders along my way, to which the waters stretch for miles; of ripples and currents, some stronger with whirring winds, a content feeling overflows as I view from a distance a kingfisher that 'flits and flirts,' then perches in a flash.

For now, he is safe.

A plethora of wildlife 'duck and dive' all day through our beautiful rivers.

My eyes though see the uglier picture that pursues its winding course.

My eyes see the fishing hooks that remain at the bottom of the bed, along with the bottles, newspapers, trolleys, but most concerning of all plastic.

'Plastic the menace' is an understatement.

I can't help wonder where next?

I worry about the obvious dangers we have all become accustomed to; the creatures that rely on their environment, and the food sources naturally provided for them becoming intoxicated not only by climate change but also by the pollution invading our oceans.

I worry about the hidden dangers beneath the surface; the tide of litter strewn across our sands along the waters edge.

This polluted debris so wickedly distributed across our oceans.

What do we do when larger plastics break down and become 'microplastic,' making their toxic entry into the bellies of all living things?

As I carry on walking with a head full of emotion, I realise we the human race is to blame.

The less plastic we use, the safer our oceans will become.

I wait for the day the plastic invasion becomes eradicated.

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Representation

THE WATCHER

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I feel it when I am not in thought,

As its leer invades and persues

My natural rhythm of life.

As it creeps and transcends,

I then feel like snow.

As I think in questions,

What does it need to know?

I am intrigued, I am dazed,

I am conscious,

Yet not phased.

I wish to know of those that came before me.

In a surreal world I must try to fathom

What it wants to know,

Why I am here,

Why I will not go.

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WHEN THE LIGHT BECOMES DARK

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When shadows emerge

On a cold, crisp night.

When creepy chills

Turn to fright.

When those in rags

Scare and scream,

You wake up in a sweat.

Was it a dream?

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When you run so fast,

Your heart it pounds,

From the woman in white,

Disembodied sounds.

When trees in woodland

Come alive,

That screeching owl

Will duck and dive.

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When the light becomes dark,

The outside so still,

An eerie atmosphere

Becomes just that,

Until...

ROSE REVISITED

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Rose would stare,

Her hair of gold,

That shone.

Rose was there,

Now she has gone.

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Rose was one of us

You see,

Stepped into our lives,

Played games,

And sang to me.

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She left our home

When a star was born,

To fade away,

She cried out,

Crossed with the storm.

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We live on a green

Not so far away,

Those strange

Little things

Would occur again each day.

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Rose is that you?

The smell of spice,

The clothes laid out,

The candles and florals

Look so nice.

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Rose revisited,

You're here eternal,

So be here forever

Rose,

Where she then remained.

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SONGS

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BEAUTIFUL DAY

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v1  Sunshine, warm nights, everything, aha

Hot love, busy life, yeah we'll win.

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ch  What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day,

Yeah.

What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day.

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v2  Kickbox, outdoors, calm me down aha

Rose, chocolate, lie with me.

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ch  What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day,

Yeah.

What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day.

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Sunset, play guitar and jam away

Wildlife, wild sport everyday

Beautiful love

Beautiful day

oooh oooh oooh oooh

Beautiful day.

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[2003]

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Leon

 

He like the wind sailed a stormy sea

Through barricaded walls, yet all love to me.

Many a man had torn his soul, could not repair,

He was my light in despair.

 

Once my love to fade would never return,

Yet stronger my faith, he I adored.

Yes in times a stranger concealed.

My life was ending, I'd never ignore

This stallion shining bright once more.

 

All mine the prince, now is the time

To lead me astray,

To wine and dine.

He entered my heart, soul lay there bare,

Lips like chocolate melts,

My lover, my answer I swear.

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Cast a shadow over walls of shame,

Though who's to bother us now my love.

To flee a thousand seas,

To retain our strength again.

 

MY HEART GOES BOOM

 

ch  My heart goes boom!

You enter the room

I'm just watching and waiting

For you

Can you get me through.

 

v1  On a night like this

Just enjoy the moment

See it through, see it through

Just wish it aha aha

Just walking and talking

Standing tall

Just in a daze for you.  

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ch  But my heart goes boom!

You enter the room

I'm just watching and waiting

For you

Can you get me through.

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Can't speak, I can't hide, hide it

Can't do anything

My heart goes boom!

You're in the room.

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v2  Where do we go now

Is it right here, right now

Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow

Just laugh that laugh

So nothing's endng

Our gaze remaining

My heart goes boom1

Yeah boom!

lily

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Hear the water gushing Lily,

Clears away the ills,

Pure white, sweet divine

The secret that sees me home.

Forever it's warmth lingers,

Cupping leaves brushing in.

Oh the way your body hugs,

Wrap around sweet Lily,

I'm free sweet Lily.

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There is no other,

Droplets swell my eyes,

Like light, leading lady,

You move me as I cry.

Could you be my heaven Lily?

This paradise I visit daily.

Fill this air, become my life,

Grow wild And return sweet Lily.

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