The only thing I hear
is raindrops on the glass
the forefront in my mind
is the pain which I amass.
Deep as it cuts, it never mend
it casts more doubt in my heart
solitude is a thing I could never face
so much as we now part.
I close my eyes and you appear
in the corner of my mind
The days are nights the nights are day
lonliness fills me with pain
and still silence fills the air
with raindrops the only sound.
when I reach out for you in the night
emptiness is all I find.
Be happy in your new life
where sunshine fills your day
text me when I'm alone
make my sunny day gray.
Desperation fills my body
as I kneel upon the ground
whilst silence fills the air around
raindrops are the only sound.
A story of lost love, ah when this happens we don't care about anything, we just dredge through our day, nothing seems to matter, it takes forever to get over it, doesn't it?
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE AND IT HAS ENDED, HOW DID YOU FEEL, IM NOT TALKING ABOUT NOW THAT YOU ARE SETTLED WITH LOVING HUSBANDS OR PARTNERS I AM TALKING ABOUT WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER :)
Late again what will I do?
Traffic held up
another long queue
glance at your watch
something not right.
The car Crawling slowly
legs stiff and sore
radio blaring loud
in and out of the door.
Clutch up clutch down
brake foot numb
shouting and screaming
no nails on their thumb.
stop start stop start
will it ever end?
wondering how long
the queue will extend.
cyclists passing cars
smiling on their way
extending happy greetings
"have a lovely day"
Anger on faces
swearing in a low breath
tooting horns in madness
worse than death.
No chance of repeating this tomorrow
my nerves won't take the strain
another way I have to go
in fact I'll take the train.
Here at work, late again
the office stands at ease
the boss looks over his glasses
"come to my office Please"
trying to explain is hopeless
as usual it falls on deaf ears
traffic jams are unnerving
ages you in Years.
Everybody loves being stuck in traffic NOT, especially when you are running late for work, how many times does this happen, it makes you fume and get irritated and when you finally turn up at work, the boss doesnt believe you were stuck in traffic lol.
Has the above happened to you? what do you do to keep yourself amused when stuck in traffic?
Standing by the window
tears flow from my eyes
losing you was criminal
but hardly a surprise.
I met you many years ago
you were always in my life
in every dish I chose to cook
even cooked by my wife.
I peeled your outer shell
to feel your slippery skin
but you slipped between my fingers
then fell into the bin !
Shredded in my Pot
your aroma filled the air
the smell was so delicious
colored light and fair.
When I attempted to eat you
horror entered my mind
I couldn't eat this onion
the one that made me blind.
amid a windy backdrop
behind a broken wall
being saved by stone
sunshine opening buds
swollen by the heat
desperate to bloom
petals still strong
The atmosphere is intense
you need eyes at the back of your head
take your eyes off the ball
and you are sure to be dead.
Women's covered faces
expressionless and cold
tears run from their eyes
females young and old.
Terror covers the streets
young men passing on rusted bikes
not knowing who to trust
dodging all the spikes..
Bombs going off in far away streets
screams can be heard for miles
camouflaged by smoky fields
bodies lying in piles.
Our unit sheltering from terrorists
everyone is always on edge
a man grasps on a towered building
then falls quickly from the ledge.
Fires set everywhere, smoke is thick
a place that never sees the light
touring for many Years
daily you have to fight.
Hospitals are full of wounded people
medicine is desperately low
doctors covered in blood and sinew
nurses running to and fro.
Bodies piled up ready to burn
its a nightmare will anyone waken?
children wounded as young as five
scared, tired, forsaken..
The fight for freedom goes on
and always the innocent suffer
armies will always give chase
and be used when they need a buffer.
I wrote this poem just when the Iraq War had ended joyous times for the people but sadly the killing and wounding would not end there and sadly it goes on to this day, we wonder whether there will ever be peace in Iraq to allow our Soldiers to come home to their families, lets hope so.
Do you have anyone serving in Iraq or know of anyone? how long have they served?
Have you ever wondered how
you could survive without your friends?
let them know each day
that to you they depend.
Have you ever sent them flowers
with a message "you are adored"
or ever told your closest friends
without them you'd be bored?
Have you ever saw a rainbow
and imagined a pot of gold?
made a wish with a shiny coin
and broken that mold.
Have you ever had a feeling
that something could go wrong?
or wondered why Samson
could be that strong?
Have you ever loved a person
or argued with whom you choose
or wanted something badly
like a fortnights cruise?
Have you ever noticed the poor old man
with his shabby dirty clothes?
or ever wondered why Rudolph
has a bright red nose?
Have you ever chose a meal for the night
or decided to take away?
Have you ever gotten the kids to bed
to enjoy the rest of your day?
Have you ever decided on the menu
for the TV late at night?
maybe watch your favorite soap
or settle for the fight.
Have you ever wondered how
we can fill in our day?
listened to all objectives
of what people have to say?
Have you ever wondered when
this poem will ever end?
maybe now or maybe never
you will read it coz your my friend.
Some questions to contemplate today friends, sometimes we just pause, take a look around be it imaginary or real, the saying is "waken up and smell the coffee" I sometimes come out with crazy observations or questions.
What do YOU often wonder? and do you always get the answers?
Whilst walking along
the street one night
I came across a wondrous sight
A lady aglow in an aura of light.
She looked so very real to me
I walked towards her shaking
her charm was mesmerizing
could my eyes be faking?
Her dress was of a distant past
hair was long and dark
the street was lit from her glow
whilst heading for the park.
She walked along a darkened path
apparel trailing on the ground
smiling beautifully as she walked
did she want to be found?.
I walked close behind her
the moonlight shone the way
I tried to stop and talk to her
still shocked with nothing to say.
Her bodice was colored blood red
barely clad but felt no cold
wondering how she managed to walk
how will this mystery unfold.
Stunned by her beauty
I followed her for hours
glancing around every now and then
she engulfed me with her powers.
Eventually she would stop and stare
at a decrepit abandoned shack
still floating as if magical
she did not leave a track.
Eyes fixed on the shack
tears ran from her eyes
she pointed to an inscription
and looked in shocked surprise.
Directed by her trance
to the notice on the door
the light was slowly fading
it was hard to read once more
Reaching for a match
the message was unclear
the writing was of scripture
how long had this been here?
Her name was Nancy Smith
she died in a tragic way
in 1840 at this time
her life was taken away.
She died from a horrible fire
no one had tried to assist
human life was worth nothing then
death was always dismissed.
Knowing she needed someone to help
she strolled the streets at night
but until now she never got her wish
she could not reach the light.
I said a prayer for Nancy
to allow her soul to rest
then set fire to the remaining shell
I felt it was for the best.
Three nights later I returned
flowers covered the spot
Nancy at rest peacefully now.
the remains of her forgot.
Nancy's soul was rested
she eventually won her fight
to this day no girl was seen
with a glow of yellow light.
I wrote this poem a few years ago, and forgot to post it, this is haunting, I am a believer in people not finding the light so to speak and left in limbo, strange things happen, some explained some unexplained.
Do you believe in ghosts? have you seen one? have you experienced the paranormal? I have....
I dedicate this poem to a wonderful friend called Gerardine Baugh, you all know her, she is a fantastic writer of Nature as well as poems, Gerardines stories of Nature are fascinating, she loses you in a kind of twilight zone, were all around is country life, animal activity and beauty. This poem reflects how Gerardine sees her "little world" and long may it continue.
for fascinating Nature stories, please visit Gerardine, she is now also including her own pictures and videos for our pleasure
Do you love unspoilt land? do you live in the Country? have you ever come across an area you never saw before and was fascinated by the fact its unspolit?
An old woman cried all through the night,
For she lost four sons in a bloody fight,
Their voices still heard, in a distant past,
Born so quickly, and died so fast.
Fought for freedom, a right to survive,
Worked so hard, to stay alive,
Born in tyranny, starving and meek,
Women and children, hungry and weak.
Clansmen cowering around for food,
The rest of his kin, gathering wood,
Mud huts leaking, raining hard,
Fires dying wood all charred.
Freedom distant, lives are lost,
Counting the sacrifices, mourning the loss,
One day they will sing, depression will lift,
Hoping that God will shower his gift.
Death shall be rewarded in a life of new,
The old woman sad, lonely and blue
Remembering her sons, who fought and tried,
To make life better, and live with pride.
Many more deaths, when will it end?
For rights and freedom, in which we depend,
will it come one day? it’s so far a dream,
Where reality rules, in the slow running stream.
The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak,
But death is reality, for the lowly and meek.
For our freedom they fought and died
our women are widows and so they cried.
Taking you back to the old Scottish Clan days, days were fighting was the only way to win freedom, freedom for your own rights in a Country Governed by the English at that particular time. The UK thank goodness is as it says United, but in those days it was not, and countless lives were lost for freedom.
Do you believe in Countries being United? or do you think they would be better off on their own?