Forgotten

By Lunar K

Some would say that Lunar-k is a mischievous fairy that wishes she were a beautiful mermaid. However Lunar-k wittingly describes herself as just a nixi on her own individual journey of faith. Peace.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jan 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524676445

Lunar K

Karon Adela Galloway, also know as Lunar k. Was born in July 1972 in Wolverhampton West Midlands. She spent some of her childhood, living in Telford Shropshire. At the age of 9 she began writing poetry, including dance. At the age of 17 she moved to Coventry, to study dance and performing arts. At the age of 19 she moved to Holland, to pursue a career in dance. In 1996 she returned to the UK to give birth to her first daughter. That same year she had her first poems published in a book for Amnesty International, a year against racism. In 2003 she obtained a Mind Millennium award, and ran a creative music and arts project for young people. Raising their awareness of mental health issues. In 2006 after the birth of her 3rd daughter, she published her first book, entitled “Angels, Fairies, Mermaids & Warriors. After several published books, she now lives in London, where she continues to write poetry.

Book preview

Drifter

Swimming, swirling, round and round

I’ve fallen into a whirlpool

Lost now found

Then to drifting into waters

Of ocean’s deep

And silently praying

For the Lord to keep, me safe

From drowning in my tears of pain

Guess the laws of attraction

Have hit me again!

They say, "live by the book

And all will be right"

So why all the upset and need to fight?

With myself for just wanting to fit it

Even if they say

I sin

I’ll never be perfect

That’s a matter of fact

So, let me be me

And don’t react

RIO 2016

Oh! little girl from the slums

A gymnastic dancer, with little funds

Her dream to be a part of the Olympic team

Oh! what an incredible dream

Must practice more to get in

So she can gain more medals to win

And a mermaid with wrists aching

From diving off high boards

From a slum life to thriving

Her strong body summersaulting in mid air

Without a care

She trains, she dares daily to get her place

A brilliant diver a brilliant race

Too the Paralympian who rises early

So he can surely train all morning

Before going to work

In an office he’s not a jerk

With wife at home who thinks highly of him

Hoping he can win a medal for

His country’s sins

For they three come from the favela’s

Where there is poverty, sickness, drugs

And all day drama

And me just hoping they get a chance in life

Away from all the struggle and strife

Like us some Britt’s do struggle

From day to day

From the hustle and bustle, from the ghettos

To the streets

From the hospitals and prisons

Some of us have choices to make decisions

That could be for our future

So we can stand strong and our offspring

Can be nurtured

But for those that are just not given the chance

It’s time we take a more unified stance

If not then we are forgotten

Just like a breeze

That comes and goes

With much ease

Football

As you kick the ball or dribble

With your feet in the pouring rain

You kick the ball and aim for the net

To win a goal or maybe forget

Where you come from and how your life is

She can kick the ball or it can be his

You just pass time or run off steam

And from off the streets you dream

To get on a team where maybe there is

Future fame

To be