Me and Sam were just sharing poems in the chat room ... and thought it would be a nice idea to start a new poems thread.

I am gonna kick it off with something I wrote about 2 years ago ... I was feeling a bit down when I wrote it ... I called it '2 wishes'.

Please feel free to add your own (or other peoples) .....

2 Wishes.

I feel so lost within myself.
A child with no place called home.
I would freely give all that I have.
If I could only connect and communicate.

My life does seem to be going downhill fast.
I will do my best to keep a positive focus.
I will not worry on what the future holds.
The future never comes.

I feel upset when I think about my life.
I just cry.
All the magic is now gone.
Why am I locked inside?

I wish I could see through a window.
Out of this darkness that surrounds my soul.
To smell the freshness of the morning air.
Feel the warmth of the sun as it falls on my face.

I wish I could find her.
I wish I could love her with all that I am.

I wrote this one just after my last parent died... my dad.


A Strange Time In My Life


…There was a strange time in my life
of blinkered hope
of disbelief.
Those wrenching thoughts
of death dismissed…
Need Mother there to say goodnight
to soothe me through the storms of life.
Future scenes
drawn from the past
that Christmas was to be her last.

…There was a strange time in my life
though fourteen years had bridged the pain.
Those cold-chill thoughts of death ignored…
Need Father there to give advice
To make me think not once but twice.
Blind faith
in what the future brings
he never reached the waiting spring.


…And in the strange times in my life
despair and hope stand side by side.
Though wiser feet
Now tread life’s path…
Do words of wisdom etched inside
mean higher mountains can be climbed?
The present is the place to be .
It lasts for all eternity.

I really liked the last 2 lines sam :-)

Thanks Jamie. Your poem is great. Moving stuff.

This is one of my fave poems (was also a fave of Audrey Hepburn ... who must also be a candidate for most the loveliest woman ever to have walked our beautiful earth).

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone ...

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

Sam Levenson

Lovely stuff.


I wrote this one after being inspired in a botanical garden in Blanes in Spain. It is in fact a 'loose' translation of a plaque on the wall outside.

I had it published in an anthology.


The Heart of the Forest

I am the warmth of your fire
On winter’s cold and bleakest days,
The friendly shade that you desire
Beneath the burning August rays.
I am the framework of your home;
The bed in which you rest,
And when those youthful years have flown,
I’ll be the stick that stands the test.
My fruits provide the means
To quench your thirst and warm your heart,
And when all is lost it seems
I’ll be your signpost and your chart.
I am the ship in which you sail;
The handle of your hoe;
Your cradle when so young and frail,
Your casket when you go.

Tread the forest floor with care my friend,
Beware of pastures new.
Let’s breathe side by side until the end,
You need me – and I need you.

WOW ... that is really cool sam :-)

That was beautiful Sam Miguel. *Sniff-Sniff*
I liked that very much. Made me feel all mushy inside.

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
I wrote this one just after my last parent died... my dad.


A Strange Time In My Life


…There was a strange time in my life
of blinkered hope
of disbelief.
Those wrenching thoughts
of death dismissed…
Need Mother there to say goodnight
to soothe me through the storms of life.
Future scenes
drawn from the past
that Christmas was to be her last.

…There was a strange time in my life
though fourteen years had bridged the pain.
Those cold-chill thoughts of death ignored…
Need Father there to give advice
To make me think not once but twice.
Blind faith
in what the future brings
he never reached the waiting spring.


…And in the strange times in my life
despair and hope stand side by side.
Though wiser feet
Now tread life’s path…
Do words of wisdom etched inside
mean higher mountains can be climbed?
The present is the place to be .
It lasts for all eternity.

That's beautiful Sam. Nice work.

I have to say it makes a real change to see men who are capable AND willing to express their emotions. Plus the fact that your poetic.... well its even more encouraging. Maybe all hope isn't lost for the male gender.

Ooh lovely stuff! I didn't realise you forumers were such a talented bunch!

Why not visit Scriberazone (http://www.scriberazone.co.uk) and check out other great Sheffield writers. This month we're featuring a fabulous dark short story which is set in our great city.

Cheers

Petey

Originally posted by caz2
I have to say it makes a real change to see men who are capable AND willing to express their emotions. Plus the fact that your poetic.... well its even more encouraging. Maybe all hope isn't lost for the male gender.

Thanks for that, caz

I'm certainly not scared of showing my feelings or emotions, it seems stupid not too to to me.

Feelings and emotions are for sharing.

Can't disagree with that sam.

Even if you show them and look silly and people laff and point and snigger ... people who think it's better to lock there feelings away ... they're the ones to pity.

I'll have a look around for some more stuff, sorry, material, when I get home form work.

This is one of my favourites of all time.

In Flanders Fields

by Joh Mccrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.


We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

I came across Wendy Cope's poetry last year :


Two Cures for Love


1) Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter

2) The easy way: get to know him better.


Loss

The day he moved out was terrible -
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn't a problem
But the cockscrew had gone as well.

I particularly like this one :

Defining the problem




I can't forgive you. Even if I could,

You wouldn't pardon me for seeing through you

And yet I cannot cure myself of love

For what I thought you were before I knew you.








wendy cope (http://www.arlindo-correia.com/050900.html)

wendy cope 2 (http://www.geocities.com/arlindo_correia/150900.html#Loss)

This one of mine is rather different to the others. It's sort of made me feel strange after I'd written it.


Saturdays Recalled


Saturday mornings were always like this:
Just made for football.
Four coats for goals and a ball.

Lashings of drizzle
And divots would fly
In a colourless World
Under a grey, dead sky.

And there was always a man in a hat
With a stick
By the path.

Watching like a hawk
Every pass
Every kick.
And when there was a goal
He'd raise his stick.

And it didn't matter which park
He'd always be there
The man in the hat
With his stick in the air.

I shuffle by a game.
Hands in pockets.
Huddled in the rain.
I stop to watch.

I wonder
If one day I might be
The bald-headed man in the jeans by the tree?

Lose myself

I wish I could hold her hand, kiss her soft red lips, lose myself ...
... in the depth of her eyes and the warmth of her smile.

Lose myself until there is no more me, no more thoughts or worries ...
... just me and her, an all encompassing oneness.

I remember I remember
When the Summer sun was shining
When the Winter snow was exciting
When the Autumn wind blew away our hats
When the Spring breathed new life into our sleeping earth
But now thats gone our seasons are rolled into one

I remember I remember
When playing out safely was a worry our parents never had
When saying hello to a stranger would'nt put a child in danger
When crossing the road was easily done we never had to run
When there was'nt any need to check your change, people were honest then
How did it come to this sorry state,no trust just dishonesty and hate

I remember I remember
When parents stayed together their love would last forever
When saying hello to your neighbours was sincerely meant
When caring for your children was never really rushed
When looking out for family and freinds was something we did naturally
And now I worry for my children,what has this world got to offer them now ?

Thats lovely prettywoman :-)

You write that Pretty Woman? It's superb. Wonderful stuff.

It registers with me as I did something very similar a few years ago.

I'll try and find it.

All excellent stuff, especially yours pretty_woman.

Bang goes my POEM thread I guess:mad:

I wrote this a few years ago to mark the end of an era.

Those Cup-Of-Sugar-Days

All for each
one for one
those cup-of-sugar-days are gone.

Locked in boxes
self-inflicted
to soaps and tabloids
become addicted.
Be the DJ
the landlord
the microwave chef
pour out another
as you scream at the ref.

Electronic wallets
cashless
DD’s
pick up the phone
ring shoppers TV.
Conversation gone
no need for chat
cosy
warm
just stay where you’re sat.

We’ve sewn the seeds
that strangle the mind
self centered hunger
ravenous
blind.

One for each
all for one
those-cup-of-sugar-days are gone.

Thumbs up to everyones poems. Very impressive. I haven't written poetry for ages. Must start again soon. The best poems are definately the ones that are written from the heart.

AFTERMATH



If I catch a thousand raindrops
And place them on my face
You'll see how many tears Iv'e cried
How loving you has left its trace

If I catch a ray of sunlight
And place it in my heart
You'll see how my heart shone for you
It shines no more now wer'e apart

If I walk out on a winters day
When snow is on the ground
I could place my soul upon that snow
So cold am I you're not around.

PRINCES AND KINGS



Isn't it strange that Princes and Kings
And clowns who caper in sawdust rings
And simple people like you and me
Are builders of Eternity


To each is given a book of rules
A shapeless mass and a bag of tools
And each must build ere' his time is flown
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.

Where did we lose the way to do nothing?
Somewhere in the childhood wood.
Where has our soft-glow gone?
To sleep within our hearts.
grow-up — grow-up — grow-up
Oh dear
I want my naivty back
Look at the children

poem by Donova Leitch

Okay here is my poem:


When you are drunk.. you think I'm lovely

What do you actually want?

I meet you, open myself up slowly, quietly with humility.
What would you ever see in me?
Im not pretty, or funny or articulate.

But you met me anyway.

We had a laugh,
We enjoyed conversations and anecdotes and quips and ... sex.
You phone me, drunk and delerious.
I am lovely, I am special .. you said
Then you didn't call.
Thats fine, we're grown adults we don't live in each others pockets.

The phone sits grinning like a laughing bully on the table,
"ha you sucker" it cries.

The mobile pings new message!
You're drunk again,
You tell me I am lovely again,
You say you need me.

Like a silly teenager I run to you,
Like a silly teenager I am happy.

Thats fine we're grown adults we don't live in each others pockets.

You're drunk, you say you're scared of being hurt,
Of being used,
Of falling in love again... but

I am lovely.

Am I really?
I don't feel very lovely.
I am your psychotherapist,
Your comfort blanket,
The sweet reminder that you can still pull,
The bitter actuality that I'm still there in the morning,
I was lovely until the sun rose and spoiled the moment.
It's different somehow.

To be with someone is better that being alone,
Is that who I am?
I know when that mobile pings,
I will come running,
Like the darkest nights need filling.

You need to know,
Each night is a piece of me,
I give myself to you,
Not physically but emotionally.

Hard hearted, painful and real,
The need for the touch of another human being.
The feeling that you really give a sh*t,
My priority? well that is it.

When you're drunk you think Im lovely....
When you're drunk you make me think I am loved.

When I get hot
They say I've got
A temperature or 'flu
When I go red
I'm sent to bed
With an aspirin or two

And in this state
I lie and wait
Until they say I'm better
Then as a rule
Sent back to school
With an explanation letter.


(Spike Milligna-well known typing error)

Frost.

The FrOsT smells like SmOkE. EvErYwHeRe, InSiDe. For one moment AnD more. The SmOkE consumes. And BlInDs their eyes, so I can do what I came HeRe to do.
ChAnGe. FrOsT. Like SmOke. FiRe. Like AsH.

And IcE broken. ThAwEd.

Be with me always.

MuFflEd silence. Is it so?

She will walk among us. And seek out the blood.

When the tears fall. Falling. Shadow. And then Light.

See me.


Shade

Shade I Am, In Shade I sleep,
Light I Am, In Light I weep,
Nature blooms and footprints stay
and I can dream the night away
but always nightmares on them creep.

Here I Am, and Here I'll Be
So You can Find Me when You See
Although You Look You don't discover
In vain You search but won't uncover,
The Shielded answer to Me

Whispers impinge, Whispers They Creak
On Boughs are they carried, as long as they speak
And when you are Tired, Weary Of Striding
Weary of Tales and Weary of Hiding
Come Ye to Me, and No More shall ye sneak.

Shadow You Are, And In Shadow You'll Be
Of Light You are Made, In Light You are Free,
Truths Uncalled, And Love Undefeated,
Nature Unrivalled, No Secrets Repeated
Everlastingly Total You'll Be.

You Know Me By Name, But To speak it be Wary
If Your Heart Is Impure, Your Temperament Chary,
Don't Come to this place Seeking Deals Of Lore
If No Truths You'll Reveal Of Your Quest into Yore
If Hate You Bear, you Wont Find Me there, But If not seek Me out on the Prairie.

You'll know that its me with the Wind in My hair
Feet Rooted In Earth, though I dance through the Air
The Pool Of a mirror you'll see in my eyes
And Deep within Spirits The Fire beguiles,
But Don't think you require, albeit Desire, The Knowledge You wish me to Share.

dreams...

as i walk slowly... through the golden sands of time...
along the beach... which has seen centuries pass by...
the waves crash down... each one a dream that could be mine...
some, out of my reach... they were never meant to be...

my footprints left in the sand... fading like the memories of the past...
washed by the waves... they slowly slip back into the sea...
yet my memories live on... for eternity they will last...
always to be saved... in my heart and in my soul...

the past has now gone... my dreams i will forever follow...
i have begun my quest... which i will never give up...
for my eternal goal... my memories of tomorrow...
life´s only test... to find my true self...

confidence...

i used to be forever lacking confidence,
every new day when i awoke,
i was surrounded by a dense fog,
as harsh and as thick as smoke.

i struggled on along on my journey,
always looking for my true path,
it seemed that destiny had decided,
that ´lost soul´ would be on my epitaph.

and then one day it happened,
my world collapsed around me,
yet how little did i know,
that fate had finally set me free.

a journey of self discovery then ensued,
as i battled with self doubt,
i was lost… left searching,
not knowing whether to cry, scream or shout.

and then suddenly one day,
a new dawn rose across the eternal skies,
an unexplainable euphoria,
took me above the clouds to a new high.

as i looked down upon the world,
so quiet... not a sound,
i knew then what once was lost,
my confidence... i had found.

happiness...

the dream of being forever happy,
without a thought of ever being sad,
this is my dream most sacred,
or does that seem a little mad?

sadness is all around me,
pain, fear and suffering fill the air,
but despite all the anguish,
i just want everyone to know I care.

happiness is there for all,
to broadcast to everyone we meet,
and when we find a weary soul,
we should help them to their feet.

the warming glow of a smile,
upon a welcoming face,
the softness of a touch that cares,
a comforting embrace.

my goal in life...
to help with others sorrow,
to find their dreams,
their memories of tomorrow.

"confidence"

That was very very, inspiring.. you know where Im coming from livestrong. :thumbsup:

Here's a silly poem that many a dieter will identify with!

Anyone for cake?

Breathe in, breathe out
watch those flabby bits hang out,
eating nothing all day long
hoping that the spare tyre's gone.

Stretch it, flex it, sweating in the gym
dear God, will I ever be slim?
Bought those hold in pants they sell,
I've shoe horned them on now, can't you tell...........
were they really worth the twenty pounds?
Cos I can still see those flabby mounds!
How much would it cost for a tummy tuck?
Anyone for cake?
.....ooooh yes........................oh F***!!

Here's a silly poem that many a dieter will identify with!

Anyone for cake?

Breathe in, breathe out
watch those flabby bits hang out,
eating nothing all day long
hoping that the spare tyre's gone.

Stretch it, flex it, sweating in the gym
dear God, will I ever be slim?
Bought those hold in pants they sell,
I've shoe horned them on now, can't you tell...........
were they really worth the twenty pounds?
Cos I can still see those flabby mounds!
How much would it cost for a tummy tuck?
Anyone for cake?
.....ooooh yes........................oh F***!!
I just love it!!!:hihi:

Why?

A desperate ache from deep within,
A hint of guilt, a touch of sin.
A searing rage rips all apart,
A chasm yearning in the heart.
A grinding hate spawns disbelief,
A fleeting hope gives no relief.
A vacant space leaves me to die,
All the while wondering why.

Goodbye Mother

Mother you did the best you could for me
now enjoy your eternal sleep
Now i know man's not supposed to cry
but all i seem to do is weep

You were the best there is no doubt
you loved and nurtured me
You gave me birth and slaved and toiled
now rest eternally

A mothers love is the finest thing
all these words are true
So thank you mum for all you did
and Mother i love you

Goodbye Mother

Mother you did the best you could for me
now enjoy your eternal sleep
Now i know man's not supposed to cry
but all i seem to do is weep

You were the best there is no doubt
you loved and nurtured me
You gave me birth and slaved and toiled
now rest eternally

A mothers love is the finest thing
all these words are true
So thank you mum for all you did
and Mother i love you


Appolo thats lovely :)

Appolo thats lovely :)

thanks iv'e got tears in my eyes & a lump in my throat & i don't half miss her
& i'm not ashamed to admit it

To okayitsme

Love your poem - - look at it from a male point of view. female visciousness and violence does exist, and hurts terribly.

the sands of time

the sands of time with the dawn of the world came the rising of the sun for the very first time,
as she took to the skies rising inch by inch her soft glow touched the new born earth,
the seas began to shimmer in the light as the waves softly rose and fell,
the mountains thundered from the oceans casting dispersions through the surf.

then there was calm as every corner of the world embraced the dawning of new life,
the eternal hour glass had at last been turned as the sands of time began to flow,
each one carefully biding its time not to idle by or be rushed along its way,
it had already been written that when life was ready our spirit would start to grow.

the sands of time will flow throughout the journey through our lives,
never to be prevented from completing their solitary thankless task,
they will forever guide us as we search for all that is pure in our lives,
ensuring we remember that life, our fate, will come and find us is all they ask.

A lyric rather than a poem, just wanted to share it.....

Emerald.

You dress my love in emerald hue
in velvet wrapped
preserved for you
placed on display with pinned down wings
this butterfly
screams to be free.

You are Franciscan to your soul
no living thing
can come to harm.

Fear, only fear imprisons me
we cannot face
the world alone
broken by our shared morality
your heart is black
my soul is gone.

Shaun (2005)

Goodbye Mother

Mother you did the best you could for me
now enjoy your eternal sleep
Now i know man's not supposed to cry
but all i seem to do is weep

You were the best there is no doubt
you loved and nurtured me
You gave me birth and slaved and toiled
now rest eternally

A mothers love is the finest thing
all these words are true
So thank you mum for all you did
and Mother i love youoh god,tears are streaming down my face,that poems is fantastic....really touches the heart:cry:

It's not very good but I like it. It's basically about vanity and selfishness

She takes deep breaths
As she clearly sees
The sight of herself
Drowing in the sea

Her spirit jumps in
takes her by the waist
Brings her to the surface
And caresses that lovely face

She lays on the beach
Spluttering and coughing
A man walks past
And looks through her like shes nothing.

She treated him bad
In her life of self
Now he doesnt care
She's not really there

She killed her own spirit
Never realising
She saved her own life
And she will survive

She's out of her sea of self
The vanity which ran her life
Has gone, vanished,
Died.

This is a poem my partner sent to me, via IM no less :) soon after we started seeing each other. It was the first poem someone ever wrote just for me, and I've only ever shared it with close friends before, so I hope he doesn't kill me for this :D

Do you know from our first kiss I knew,
My fate was sealed, my heart was sold to your heart,
For just one kiss.

Do you know you captured me with a smile,
Within a flash of your eyes,
It is so easy to become lost, mesmerised by a smile

Do, you know that when I hold you my spirit soars,
And at that moment, I find peace, an incredible silence
Which only the beatings of our hearts share.

Do you know what I am saying is I love you,
That I live for just a moment more with you,
And spend my days waiting...
For just one kiss.

Whether this constitutes a poem, I don't know. But it does sum me up at the moment. Want all the luxuries in life, but am unwilling to work for them. Perhaps it's a poem in the making.

Big house, fast car, sharp suit, quids in.
Indolent, apathetic, inattentive, violin….

This poem is called "A Little girl"

A little girl tries to hide
But can't escape the pain inside
Another beating comes with the morning light
Have you any idea what you've done?
Was it all just twisted fun?
That little girl is a woman now
She'll find her way somehow
But the little girl is all you ever see
I know because that little girl was me

Reading this thread inspired me to dig out my book of poems from a very emotional period of my life and have a flick through. I've got loads of heartfelt whining in there...thankfully I got a grip and have since banished most emotion relating to other people from my life and become cruel, cold and heartless according to my ex...maybe I should get him to read the poems from the late 90's and he'd understand why!

Promises

You said forever, but forever isn't long these days
You pledged eternal love, eternity expired last week
You made promises you couldn't keep, no one could keep
You should have kept your mouth shut, you should have kept your peace

Don't tell me that you care, I don't believe you anymore
Don't even try to break into my solitude
Don't come around expecting me to be your whore
I'm tired of being used

You swore faithful, how many others did you say that to?
You mentioned marriage, but institutions never suited you
The things you wrote, you thought you meant, they didn't mean a thing
You should have kept your mouth shut, I'd have settled for a fling

You made me cry, you made me scream,
You made me ache, you made me leave
Now I'm not coming back to you,
'Cos I have learned a thing or two,
Love does not have to equal pain
And you won't break my heart again.


With Love

I don't believe a word you say, you talk all night and through the day
Never letting truth get in the way, of your rhetoric

Those naive can't understand, your attention is in demand,
Others try to take your hand, I give it

Always someone there to fool, children playing by your rule
Shouldn't they be back at school? Shouldn't you?

I was too wise to your tricks, your beguilments fell to bits
Shattered dreams I could not fix, with love.


Bitter? Moi??

Greyhounds are very close to my heart - and this poem really touches it for me.

Jake

I didn't really want you, I wasn't really sure
And I'll admit I had my doubts when you came through that door.
Not small or cute or fluffly with big soft puppy eyes,
But tall and thin and bony with bald pink bulging thighs.

You weren't the kind I had in mind, not in any way,
Perhaps it would be better if I took you back today,
Before we know each other, it really won't be kind
To keep you here for one more day and then to change my mind.

But against my better judgement I decided you could stay,
And quickly I discovered you were kind in every way.
Your gentleness and patience really stole the show.
"Why these dogs are wonderful, I must let others know!"
You're my gentle giant, who just needed the chance,
To show us all what you could be, to wipe away that history,
Dispel our preconceptions, that put us all to shame,
And so we come to know and love what lies beneath that frame.

And now I've come to understand,
What I missed at the start,
That Greyhounds need that great deep chest,
To house their great big hearts.

Denise Dubarbier

“I froze your tears and made a dagger,
And stabbed it in my cock forever.
It stays there like Excalibur,
Are you my Arthur?
Say you are.

Take this cool dark steeled blade,
Steal it, sheath it, in your lake.
I’d drown with you to be together
Must you breathe? Cos I need Heaven”

- Excalibur, by David Brent

I think we have a winner

"I will not have her tunnel banded around this office....willy nilly"

:thumbsup:

just wrote this it's called "too far apart"

Im here and you're there
But each day feels further away
Some days I feel like i wont ever see you again
Its the not knowing how or when
and at night I reach for you through empty air
My heart and soul have been stripped bare
Do you ever reach for me?
Without you I just can't be
All I want is to stand by your side
Be that safe place for you to hide
But the time and distance stand between us been together
and I hope it won't be this way forever

why?

why do we ask?
when we already know.
why are we lost?
when we know where to go.

why turn the page?
when you have read the book.
why search for the words?
when you know where to look.

why the self doubt?
when you know you're not wrong.
why feel weak?
when you know you are strong.

why look to the past?
when you live in the "now".
why argue with others?
when you need not row.

why just exist?
when you know how to live.
why not show you care?
when you know how to give.

why?

the traveller

as young boy he dreamt of seeing the world,
captivated by the mysterious cities of gold,
and as foreign wanderers passed though,
he was mesmerised by the stories they told.

as the years slipped into the night,
his dreams were slowly fading away,
the chance of adventure seemingly gone,
"at home" he thought "i must stay".

until out of the blue... fate intervened,
the home he had known was gone,
left looking out into the darkness,
he saw one light that shone.

yet it was not from his long since past,
or from distant foreign shores,
it seemed to emanate from within,
he stopped... amazed with what he saw.

for the traveller will forever know,
wherever he may choose to rest,
that his home will always be in his heart,
as he journeys on life´s quest.

I'm not one for writing poetry, I don't have the knack. I have no creativity when it come to pace and stucture and my writing tend to be very static because of it. I'm much more of a visually creative person.

It doesn't mean I don't appreciate it though, I have ultimate respect for those who possess skills I don't have, considering them to have some thing 'other' about them that constantly reminds me of the variety of life.

My favourite poet is William Blake, and his work "Love's secret" is for me is the pinacle of how I can feel:


NEVER seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

Ahh, it explains a simply undefinable emotion in a way I could never do.

Wiilf

Love Is Blind


Can't you see that I love you
do I have to use braille
Can't you feel my presence
where did I fail

Do you hear my words
I love you true
your hurtful rejection
left me feeling blue

Do you hear me crying
can you see my tears
Did you feel my pain
all of those years

Now please tell me you love me
don't be so unkind
Let's put it behind us
because love is blind

old friends...

at school we joked, we laughed and sometimes cried,
our friendship, we had agreed would never die.
we often sat and talked for hours on end,
me and my mates, me and my best friends.

the time then came when we had to walk our own paths,
gone were the days of the jokes and the childhood laughs.
we said our farewells and set about on our way,
we made the promise that friends we would forever stay.

yet as the years past us by we slowly lost touch,
had we really set our sights too high, expecting too much?
our lives had moved on had we forgotten our past?
was it the case that friendships don´t last?

and then one day, an email out of the blue,
"hey pete its dan, i was just thinking of you".
we arranged to catch up the first chance that we could,
me and one of my friends, one of my old best buds.

i told him all my news and to my surprise,
within less than five minutes another email arrived.
it was from lucy i´d not seen her for years,
almost a decade had past without sharing our hopes and fears.

we all went out and we seemed to turn back time,
as if we had never been apart, we all got along fine.
the day had come that our gang was back together,
i now realise one thing, true friends are forever.

the stars...

up above the stratosphere they idle through the night skies,
forever watching over us from the echelons up high.
gracefully waltzing... care taken in every single stride,
like a swan moving through the water... effortlessly they glide.

their light may seem lost in the vast darkness of space,
humbled by this shadowy beyond they never lose their grace.
yet they stand in the sky... not alone but with olds friends,
some saw the very beginning and some will see the end.

together they nurture every new dream as it is born,
and when we lose hope in our lives they never shall mourn.
for the stars in the heavens... our dreams they create,
every time one seems lost... two more they will make.

their glow... soft and warm as a candle that slowly burns,
by looking at where their light emanates there is so much to learn.
for up above the clouds between the days they hide,
knowing that their eternal light will always come from inside.

the guardians of eternity watch over us as our hopes seem to fade,
whilst we stutter... often asking ourselves "should i be dismayed?"
they will always guide us on our path dispelling the hurt and sorrow,
taking us day by day towards our memories of tomorrow.