January 14, 2015

 

 

An all fulfilling sacrifice,

worth every penny,

no matter what the price.

 

Effort put in,

thrice over, paid,

in satisfaction’s everglade.

 

 

 

 

 

A thought transplanted

from a seed;

passed on discretely;

the mind to feed,

 

will manifest itself

in time,

into reality,

and from slumber climb.

 

To give of self

for others gain;

what better way,

joy to attain!

 

 

 

 

They purr in sunlight’s hardened crust,

when smiles and laughter turn to lust,

and dance around the old mill pond,

arms ever searching to respond.

 

With pressing hopes and expectation;

desire so high, a ruined reputation.

Their love for each, at this time equal;

daring to believe, there’ll be a sequel.

 

Who’s right or wrong? No care right then.

The same line crossed as fellow men,

who look for solace at days end,

in hope to find that special friend,

 

to dance with round the old mill pond;

in search of someone to respond,

with arms entwined til journey’s end,

to make as whole, heartache to mend.

 

 

 

 

During idle thoughts,

when taking needed ‘he’ time,

came drifting into his mind,

she, who wasn’t worth a dime.

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, I can only

tell you how I see it,

and try to advise you

for the best.

But I have a familiar feeling

you’ll still do it your way:

I knew it, well, I’ll be blessed!

 

 

 

 

Better men

have gone to their grave,

through a word slipped out

in an innocent rave.

 

Lesser men,

not knowing how to behave,

have survived much worse

by the closest shave.

 

 

 

 

 

The mutual attraction

had been immediate:

No need for formalities

or word rehearsing.

But today,

with her gone from his bed,

the mother of all hangovers,

he was nursing.

 

 

 

 

 

The joining of hearts and minds;

a summer of exuberance and hope.

The unity of the people, proving,

in grim times, they could cope.

 

Such happiness and laughter;

real enthusiasm and drive.

Through celebration and togetherness,

showing hard times they could survive.

 

The linking of nations was magical,

confirming, that human beings once more,

can make a world truly wonderful,

by embracing what life has in store.

 

 

 

January 4, 2015

 

 

Please return if found

at the close of play,

if all that’s left of me,

as a keepsake, pray.

 

So they know for certain

where my last steps lay,

on this sodden earth

at the break of day.

 

And this initialled belt,

meant to be found,

so they can bring me home,

and place me underground,

 

knowing I’ll be safe

in our family grave,

and this piece of leather,

the parting gift I gave.

 

I never made it home

as you know by now,

but my belt you received,

from my pal somehow.

 

He gladly took it off,

as my dying plea,

for you, dear Mum and Dad

with much love from me. x

 

 

 

 

 

In the lily pond

of a childhood dream,

lie secret wishes

leading to a stream.

 

As yet, unrealised,

but the outlet there;

waiting for the moment

to lay burdens bare.

 

And shed a skin,

and to life respond;

but first that single step,

out of the lily pond!

 

 

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