Too young

 

Too young

too soon to cross the other side

Too young

you felt you just had no one to confide

 

Too young

and so you left without a word

too young

no one saw and no one heard

 

Too young

yet you decided on your fate

too young

when morning came, we were too late.

 

Too young

with so much life still left to see

Too young

alone and lost was he.

 

Too young

depression did not show

Too young

just seventeen,,,we did not know

 

Too young

things will never be the same

Too young

now we all feel your pain.

 

Too young

with angel wings you now fly high

Too young...

Too young to die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Writers block

 

Writer's block

 

 

Try to write a poem

can not think

put aside my pen

pour another drink.

 

I ponder over thoughts

that are spinning through my mind

In the midst of all the chaos

I'm alone I find.

 

Lost the inspiration

the passion, the insight

as I try attempt a poem

that I just can't seem to write.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The final chapter

 The final chapter



Vibrant  smiles, giggles and butterflies,
a passionate heart that danced with such excitement
as i wait for your train to pull into the station.

Young innocent love
so many hopes and dreams of our tomorrows
no planning required, we'd go where our hearts would take us
and i would write of my love upon purple paper.


That very night of your proposal
standing in a pokey little jewellers
hand in hand we said...
for always and forever.

Walking down the aisle with my father
falling into eyes filled with promise and protection
whispering i love yous
as we say I DO.

The births of our children
enchanting sounds of laughter that ran through our house
three excited faces when daddies ship docked into port
sailing back into our lives once more.

The waiting for your return, counting down the months,weeks and days
longing for the tenderness I'd missed for so long
  I felt more alone and lost now
while you sang merry songs with merry sailors down the town.

Drinking came and nastiness followed
loving emotions pushed aside
in a house once full of laughter
 tears would fall like rain upon an empty sea.

Years of trekking a vicious circle
I found the strength i thought you had stolen
packed up your things and stumbled across
an old smile i once knew...my own.

Once again, i was me
my heart dancing through a meadow of tulips
finding new dreams with my head held high towards the clouds
like an ending to a final chapter

I sign the papers and close my book.



Three little monkeys

 

Three little monkeys

would often run me riot

never got a moment

to sit and just be quiet.

 

Three little monkeys

always on the go

I want I want I want

pulling too and fro.

 

Three little monkeys

always having fun

scattered toys galore

mummy on the run

 

Three little monkeys

and a mummy half dead

praying for the clock to chime

half past bed!

 

Three little monkeys

growing so fast

those little silly giggles

just an echo of their past.

 

Three little monkeys

now so grown

endless teenage hormones and

worries of their own.

 

Three little people

strange as it may be

how I miss those little monkeys

swinging off me.

 

10/2/14

 

 

 

 

 

 



Old photo

Old photo's...

(loved this old dog)

Every picture tells a story, so they say

Often wonder what my thoughts were on this day,

Could it be that i am watching all the other kids at play?

Or just clinging to the chain so my best friend won't run away.

Is my mother cooking stew behined that kitchen door?

Am i thinking of tomorrow and what it has in store?

As a child...with dreams so innocent and pure

Sitting with my best friend and the shadows on the floor.

If i should have no more tomorrows...

If i should have no more tomorrows I'd hold you close to me, beneath the soft smile of the gentle moon and kiss you with my everything.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd embrace you with the sweet candied scent of my love, enriching your heart with my essence, desperately clinging to tender memories of yesterday.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd close my eyes and feel the warmth of your smile like a burning sun upon a golden beach. I'd memorise every inch of you, so as in the next life even if blinded i would find my way back to your heart.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd sit beside you under a strong,proud,mysterious oak and say everything in silence... whilst the passing wind whistled carrying away my thoughts.
If i should have no more tomorrows I would cling to you tightly, fall helplessly into your eyes... and love you for as long as forever should last.
If i should have no more tomorrows...

Arse hole

Arse hole

Ive met many an arse hole

But you? You stand alone

Even in such happy times

You find ability to moan.

What a bloody misery

Does it pain you to smile?

To say something that may be nice...

Once in a bloody while?

Too happy finding fault in folk

Busy searching for the bad

What happened once upon a time

That made your life so sad?

So quick to judge yet not be judged

You push people away

You want them all to listen...

But don't care what they say.

Always putting people down 

Pulling bit by bit

Making them feel worthless...

Arse hole full of shit.

You have to be so in control

Your stubborn... And what's more

I consider myself lucky love

That i found the bloody door.

I have many a fault in me

I'll be first to admit

But i know you'll not get far in life

Arse hole... Full of shit.

So wallow in hateful bitterness

I'll bounce back, because that's me

I'll be happy on my own

You be happy...misery.

In later years to come

When you've grown up a bit

You'll realise faults lie with you...

Arse hole full of shit.