March 28, 2014

 

 

After a few drinks too many

she was separated from the pack,

becoming a prime target

for another frenzied attack.

 

 

 

March 10, 2014

 

 

Such joy, when in the company of those

whose words calm a troubled breast,

and put right the world of anguish,

and all burdens lay to rest.

 

Such joy when back in the homeland

on ground so sacred in the west.

Where familiar smiling faces

bring out in the soul, the very best.

 

Such joy that is ever ongoing

and never fails to pass the test.

Where roots are steeped in history,

and comfort found in a feathered nest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your tears will fill a thousand oceans, if not dried.

For each sad day, a new tomorrow, have you cried!

 

You weep not for yourself, but for those who fear,

and whilst in your healing world, share every tear.

 

Your heart so broken with all that life has cost.

Still in readiness you wait, to help all souls so lost.

 

Soon, a thousand oceans, with tears will overspill,

by a heavy burden, gathered from the world at will.

 

 

February 28, 2014

 

 

She told me there was an incident

that had been dealt with and put to bed,

though not being completely obliterated,

still remained in the back of her head.

 

 

February 21, 2014

 

 

The advice I could give

might blow up in my face.

I cannot read your future

or suggest which path to trace.

 

They say ‘don’t ever go back’,

but that’s not strictly true,

as long as you approach it

with a different point of view.

 

The advice I could give

I will therefore withhold.

I cannot second guess,

nor profess to be so bold.

 

They say ‘don’t ever go back’,

but in the end it’s up to you.

You are not seeking permanence,

so for now, it probably will do.

 

The advise I could give,

you might not want to hear.

I don’t want to be the one

who makes you shed a tear

 

They say ‘don’t ever go back’,

or try to re-enact your fate.

It’s in the lap of the gods,

so sit tight and simply wait.

 

The advise I could give

is really of no help.

In truth, we are all in transit,

until the day we melt.

 

They say ‘don’t ever go back,

but in our minds we are still there,

stuck in the groove of reality,

trying to escape from that nightmare.

 

 

February 16, 2014

 

 

To wake from rest, only to find

that you still have a troubled mind

and the dull pain from the day before,

kicks in before you touch the floor.

 

And the problem that disturbed your slumber,

even when sheep you counted in great number,

has returned to challenge your point of view,

when under clouds you sit, awaiting skies of blue.

 

And when all decisions rest upon your action,

as others form queues for your reaction

to a problem that was never yours

but has been offloaded inside your doors.

 

Then to return to bed at the end of the day

with little accomplished, the mind in affray.

and without any ‘me’ time to flourish and grow,

can leave one disheartened, dismayed and low.

 

 

 

February 9, 2014

 

 

To give of love

and nothing more

is sometimes

not enough.

 

To do what one

is asked to do

can sometimes

be a double bluff.

 

To give of time

and feel a bore

is sometimes

really rough.

 

To do what just

comes naturally

proves you are made

of stronger stuff.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In times of hardship

you were there;

a constant in my set.

Re-assuring and cajoling,

and to you I am in debt.

 

In times of heartache

you were there;

the first to hold my hand.

Re-affirming and supporting,

without question or demand.

 

 

 

February 4, 2014

 

 

You are the soul that calls to me,

who reads me like a book.

The one who knows me inside out,

when others, purity, mistook.

 

You are the link that joins me to

the heartache I’ve endured.

You feel my pain, as I feel yours;

we both have been Midge Ure’d.

 

 

 

January 22, 2014

 

 

The excitement begins with the journey.

Through the hustle and bustle they weave.

Picking up glorious momentum,

in the hope of a dream to achieve.

 

They are in the hands of the future,

without any maps needed to view.

Much better than staying indoors undecided,

wondering where on earth, most of time flew?

 

They are open to any suggestion,

that each turn of the corner may bring.

Just to be out there is so exhilarating;

feeling as free as a bird on the wing.

 

 

 

 

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