No rhyme or reason

Inspiration

2009-09-26T19:38:00.017+01:00

Let me read it to you. Single click on arrow

Words not said

no need

She felt his happiness

he sensed her pain

Just a glance

no more

She saw his anguish

he witnessed her joy

Two minds joined

as one

He was her soul mate

she his inspiration

a fine line

2009-06-10T08:57:00.013+01:00

There’s a very fine line
between friendship and love
But how do you know
if you’re below or above?
.
A brush of a hand
Her breath on your cheek
When she looks in your eyes
Does your heart miss a beat?
.
I’ve crossed that line
I wonder if she
Feels some of the magic
That’s happened to me?
.

distance

2009-05-09T00:00:00.001+01:00

.
He looked from afar
Not knowing whether or not
She felt the same

She glanced from a distance
Afraid to reveal
Her feelings within

It was meant to be
but
It never was
.

he loves me, he loves me not

2009-03-14T22:23:00.001Z

.
She holds a daisy in her hand

he loves me, he loves me not

Scattering petals to the wind

he loves me, he loves me not

I watch scarcely daring to breath

he loves me, he loves me not

then slowly walk towards her

he loves me, he loves me not

She plucks the last petal

he loves you

I say
.

the room

2009-03-14T22:13:00.001Z

She sits alone

in an empty room

filled with happy memories

A quiet room

but for the echoes

of merry laughter past

Time to leave

so sad to go

For she was happy there.

The beach looks different today

2009-03-14T22:06:00.003Z

Let me read it to you

The beach looks different today

The sea the sky the waves are grey

Pebbles now are hid from sight

The shore a sheet of dazzling white

I hear a laugh I see a child

throwing snowballs running wild

There a puppy leaping high

chasing snowflakes in the sky

I look around, I love the way

the beach looks different today

anonymous

2009-01-12T00:43:00.007Z

Let me read it to you - click once on arrow

Slipping in and out of the shadows
hiding in dank doorways
sliding into view when a car appears
Dressed to allure, revealed to tempt
.
she came here on a promise
from her home overseas
Lured by a job, a flat and a future
Little did she know what awaited her
.
Concealed at safe distance
a sinister figure skulks in the shadows
watching his terrified victim
plying his loathsome trade

One day she will disappear
Unknown, anonymous, a number
She will be replaced by another
then another then another and another
.
.

sobbing

2008-12-09T01:39:00.010Z

Let me read it to you

.
.
sitting

quietly

in a corner

sobbing

tears flowing

down her cheeks

alone

mind searching

for a reason

confused

wondering

why did he leave

suddenly

joy

happiness

now all gone

crying

trembling

curled in a ball

inconsolable

others

ignore her

it’s like

she’s

invisible
.

One day soon

2008-12-04T23:16:00.008Z

let me read it to you
single click on arrow

'
One day soon the sky will be a palette of lilac and mauve and pink
the air will wrap itself around us like a comforting warm blanket
our senses filled with the sounds smells and taste of nature’s bounty

One day soon the troubles of the past will matter no more
And where chaos once reigned a new stillness will settle all around
Where sadness weighed us down a new joy will raise us up.

One day soon

my secret beach

2008-12-01T01:51:00.006Z

let me read it to you

single click on arrow

I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.
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Here I am alone. Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.
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Here I hear my own voice, though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.
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The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies beyond? Who can tell?
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But here I can be myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.
'

farewell

2008-10-24T22:01:00.010+01:00

let me read it to you
single click on arrow

Don’t speak

Words will only steal the moment

Your breath

the beating of your heart

says more than words could say

Be still

as my eyes feast on your beauty

Your satin skin

tinted by the sinking sun

is how I will remember you

Watch not

as I melt into the night

All I ask

is for a place in your heart

as you will have in mine

whisper

2008-10-17T20:12:00.016+01:00

Let me read it to you

single click on arrow

You whispered something in my ear

so softly I could hardly hear

You stroked my face as you passed by

as soft as silk your touch, but I

could not see you as you danced through

the trees and leaves, elusive breeze
.

forbidden

2008-10-17T19:27:00.007+01:00

Let me read it to you.
Single click on arrow
'

.
.
It was the end of a perfect summer’s day. They wandered hand in hand around the garden stopping only to look into each other’s eyes and embrace.
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They were intoxicated by the feelings they had for each other and saw nothing around them but a mist of emotion. All they heard was the sound of songbirds, all they felt was the warmth of the evening sun.
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He picked a fragrant bloom and placed it her hair. He held a buttercup under her chin and collected daisies to make her a chain to hang round her neck. She plucked a blushing apple from a bough and they each took a bite.
.
May they rest in peace

autumn

2008-09-21T22:26:00.001+01:00

Green becomes red
then orange and brown.
Skeletal hedge rows and mighty oaks
point barren fingers at an autumn sky
.

A gentle breeze
sends rustling leaves scurrying
and constantly rearranges
natures carpet of many colours
.
At the day’s end
a setting sun gives way to a ghostly mist
laying low across empty furrows.
A damp chill fills the still air
.
The time has come
for the earth to rest, to hibernate.
To protect and nourish natures treasures
'til spring wakes them from their winter slumber.
.

Somewhere

2008-09-11T11:07:00.003+01:00

May I read it to you? Single click on arrow

She sits and stares
unfocused eyes swimming to the horizon
Gazing into infinity
.
No sign of tears
Her expressionless face an empty canvas
A sea of pallor

I look into her eyes
I see nothing but a swirling mist of grey
That sparkle gone

I try to ask her why
a cloud of despair envelopes her
She hears me not

But I will wait
I’ll stay by her side for as long as it takes
for her to return

But for now
She inhabits a sorrowful place of her own
Somewhere

I know not where

Hers for the taking

2008-09-11T11:00:00.000+01:00

They weren’t hers to take but stolen kisses taste the sweetest.

She stole a lock of his hair while he was sleeping. Hers for the keeping,

and then she stole his heart.

She felt no guilt, no shame. After all he gave himself to her willingly.

Didn’t he?

A cup of coffee in Hampden Park

2008-09-11T10:54:00.004+01:00

I missed my train,how stupid.
Now I have to wait
But what to do?
Ah - there’s a cafe,
a cup of coffee I think
.
Look therein the middle of the road
One man digging a holerat-a-tat-a-tat
two men peering in
.
What's that shop opposite?
a party shop I think
‘Balloons’ it says on the window.
And right next door
A hair stylistJazz it’s called
Late night Wednesdays
no appointment necessary
That shop over therehas a funny name
Key-pic’ Clean it says
Must be a dry cleaner
I’d have called itKeep-IT Clean
if it were mine
.
Just look at that
a sandwich bar
Painted bright red!
Another odd nameThe Filling Station
Oh, I get it
quite clever really
.
What’s that next door?
Oh, a carpet shop
Samples hanging on a hook
outside on the wall
There’s a sign in the window
‘Sale’ it says
Do my eyes deceive me?
Another shop called Jazz?
This one seems to be a barbers shop
If I had time I’d call in
.
The cars are queuing now
the railway gates are down
A train’s about to cross the road
but not my train
I have to wait another thirty minutes

Let me read it to you! Single click on arrow

The end is nigh

2008-09-11T10:51:00.002+01:00

The world will end on Wednesday
That’s what some people think
I’ll have to stay up Tuesday night
and have a final drink.

I’ll prob’ly go to heaven
at least I think I should
I’ve done my best for fellow man
I’ve always been quite good

Rosey’s bought a golden bag
in which to pack some things
A robe made from a clean white sheet
and plastic angel wings
.
I hope there’ll be a blogosphere
beyond the pearly gates
A place where I can ramble on
and write to all my mates

Have those people got it wrong
or have they got it right?
If nothing happens Wednesday morn
we’ll chat on Wednesday night.
.

writing desk

2008-08-05T01:12:00.000+01:00

I know it’s here somewhere
but where tell me where
I saw it last night
when I sat in this chair

I spent four hours scribbling
and scratching my head
and screwing up paper
and shaking my head.

My pen is still here
my blotter my ink
but where is my poem
I just cannot think?

Has it dropped on the floor
is it under that book?
Is it tucked in those papers
Where else can I look?

There’s just one thing for it
this place is a mess
Now is the time
when I sort out my desk!

storm

2008-07-30T19:52:00.002+01:00

My room is dark
Save two flickering candles
To show the way
.
I sit outside my door
In the oppressive heat
of a mid summers night.
All around pitch black
Not a light to be seen
.
Then a blinding dazzling shard of silver
Assaults my eyes
And a thunderous crash
Shakes me to my very soul.

I look toward the oceon
Nothing I see until once again
the heavens illuminate the scene.
.
The sea millpond calm
Glistens for a second
Then once again is gone
.
Without warning
A torrent of rain
Comes crashing from the sky
Roaring , hissing, bouncing high
Like so many bejewelled coronets
In the lightning’s glare
'
The smell, that sound
The power, that majesty
Lasts but for a short while
.
Then is gone

let me read it to you

birth

2008-07-28T20:25:00.003+01:00

His birth was long

his life but a brief moment in time

The act of a cruel God

or was it meant to be?

Her tears of pain

became tears of utter despair

Did her God forsake her

or was it meant to be?
'

let me read it to you

because

2008-07-16T23:57:00.005+01:00

'
She was staring into space
focusing on nothing at all
.
I asked her why
She said because
'
'
Her eyes were filled with tears
Which trickled down her cheeks
.
I asked her why
She said because
.
.
Her brow was heavy with sadness
Her face etched with sorrow
.
I asked her why
She said because
'
.
She knew that I was leaving
She knew it broke my heart
.
She asked me why
I said because
'
'
'
let me read it to you

'
'

Give me time to think

2008-07-14T20:09:00.002+01:00

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Don’t rush me I’m not ready
The answer's hard to find
Don’t crowd me, you must understand
I can’t make up my mind

I need some time to work it out
I need more time to think
I need to spend some time alone
I’m teetering on the brink

But now the time has come to chose
A choice I have to make
My mind’s made up, no going back
I think I’ll have a steak
.

follow me

2008-06-29T21:12:00.004+01:00

I heard a voice, a soft voice
Follow me it said
Suddenly from the gloom
A girl appeared
What do you want? I said
Follow and you will see she said
I said I don’t want to
She said You must

She ran down a dark street
Occasional streaks of light
Revealed her tear stained face
Hurry, please, she said
Faster and faster she went

I can’t keep up I said
Hurry she said
I’m losing you I said
Then she disappeared

Where are you? I called
It’s too late she cried
What did you want? I asked
It’s too late she sobbed

I guess I’ll never know

let me read it to you

the pavilion

2008-06-23T21:41:00.004+01:00

A hall a marble floor
A flash of mirror steel
twisting skyward
Glass, seductive curves
Signs black on white
Stark.

Strings and wind
Discordant tuning
The maestro taps his baton
then a quilt of harmony
cossets the hushed crowd
Unheard outside

Figures creep silently
twixt sculptures, images
Standing back
Contorting bodies
finding the best angle
to view

A table in a hall
littered with spent paint and crayons
Surrounded by tiny stools
where children just sat
Art pegged to a string
on the wall

The ding of a till
Books chosen then wrapped
Painting bought
Small works of art
taken home
Souvenirs

Above, a clatter of cups
and glasses
Excited chatter
The air filled with the smell
of food and
and wine

Out on the roof
couples cuddle in the breeze
Stare out to sea
like actors on the set
of Titanic

Sun sets at the end of the day
White concrete glows pink
in the setting sun
Glass reflects
the dying rays
It sleeps

let me read my poem to you

To see my photos of the De La Warr Pavilion, click HERE!

lost then found

2008-06-21T23:34:00.002+01:00

Left, abandoned
Sad beginning
Lost, discarded
All alone

Found and rescued
Happy ending
Held, embraced
and welcomed home.

Welcome to my blog

2008-06-10T22:50:00.008+01:00

I wrote and performed this for my main site, Keiths Ramblings. Not one of my better poems, and I had a fit of the giggles when I tried reading it - as you'll hear! I also ended up with a somewhat out-of-focus image, but there's no way I'm recording it again! This was my tenth attempt to get through it!
;

Oh there you are

so glad you came

This is my blog

Keith is my name

This is where

I write my stuff

Sometimes heavy

sometimes fluff

Down below

you’ll see some sites

Photos and poems

Rosey and ... er... things!

So pull up a chair

pour out a drink

tickle your mouse

and click on a link

If you care to comment

don’t be shy

Did I make you laugh?

Did I make you cry?

But most of all

thanks for your time

don’t be put off

by this terrible rhyme!

'
,

Creature of the night

2008-06-08T01:42:00.002+01:00

As the night drops its blanket of darkness over a slumbering world, I softly slink away into the stillness of a silent street. I hear every sound – the rustle of fallen leaves as a breeze bustles between them, the rattle of a discarded can as it cartwheels down the gutter.
/
Objects which hours before sang with colour have now taken on a more subdued pallor. A paleness in the shimmering moonlight, which bathes everything in a sea of silver grey.
'
I cowl and spin my head toward a screeching owl. I am not alone on my nightly journey. I turn again as a fox skips across the road on its way from one overfilled dustbin to another. A busy bat swoops, then glides then dances above me. Fluttering moths frantically bounce to and fro as they attempt to break inside a street lamp, and a spider weaves its web then waits stealthily for the flying fruits of the dawn.
'
For these are the creatures of the night. My night. My world. My ecstasy.
.

let me read it to you

rainbow

2008-06-02T02:10:00.002+01:00

;
Red streaks on grey
Above a splash of orange.
Indigo, deep, sensual.
Now yellow brings light and
Blue borders green
On a violet curve
Where the rainbow ends.
,
.,

wasp

2008-06-01T23:32:00.004+01:00

What in the world is a wasp for?

It doesn’t contribute a thing.

All that it does is annoy me,

and it bloody well hurts when it stings!

the willow whistle

2008-05-06T22:56:00.008+01:00

'
He sat cross legged under a tree
in a wood
In one hand a piece of willow, in the other
a shiny pocket knife.
.
He chipped, and smoothed and whittled
until he was sure
that his little wooden whistle was perfect
As perfect as could be.
.
It was to be a token of his love
for a fair maiden
A reminder of his promise to always be there
whenever she called.
'
But life can be cruel and one day
he wasn’t there.
'
Years later a girl walked through the wood
searching for the place
where one passion filled summers day
she lost her willow whistle
'
let me read it to you

ferocious

2008-05-04T00:15:00.001+01:00

'
'
Crouched it the long grass
The Black Panther
Rules the night

The silver blue moonlight
Glistens on her coat
Of deepest black

The slightest movement
And her ears twitch
In anticipation

Green eyes widen
As she fixes her gaze
On her prey

Her lips curl to reveal
Menacing white fangs
Ferocious fangs

Then like a bullet
From a gun
She pounces

Another night
Another kill
Another victim
'
'

It's not fair!

2008-03-26T23:13:00.004Z

.
.
I can see it

just up there

I can’t reach it,

that’s not fair!

If I grab this leg

and shake

it may fall down!

but it might break

Even stood

on tippy-toes

how I’ll get it

heaven knows

Suppose I climb

up on this chair?

I don’t like heights

don’t think I dare

If I clamber

on the shelf

I might fall

and hurt myself

It’s not fair

I’ll let it be

it’s not easy

being three

. '

Awakening

2008-03-20T16:03:00.004Z

As a baby I was the centre of attention, or so it seemed.
.
And then I became the coolest kid on the block, but not for long.
.
When I reached my teens I thought the world revolved around me. At least, that’s what I believed. I couldn’t have been more wrong!
,
Years later I reckoned the world owed me a living, but I soon found out it didn’t.
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When I felt it was time to settle down I thought I’d have a queue of brides waiting at my door, but there wasn’t.
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And when I did eventually wed I thought marriage would be easy. How wrong could I have been.
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Now I face the future full of hope and lofty aspirations. I hope I’m not heading for yet another rude awakening!

listen here!

It's dark tonight

2008-03-18T23:19:00.007Z

. .
It's so very dark tonight
I can’t see very far.
Look the moon is tilting back,
to catch a falling star!

.
Something’s flutt'ring up above
A bat as brown as mud.
Wow! Too close for comfort
I'm keeping all my blood!
.
'
Hey, look a shooting star up there
flying without sound
I wonder where it shot from
and where they hit the ground?
.
Can you see that moth there?
hovering by the light.
I wonder where he sleeps by day
He only flies at night.
'
Now come on stop that hiding,
darkness holds no fear.
Please don't try to scare me.
Ok, I'm outa here!

.
let me read it to you

spring in england

2008-03-12T17:05:00.005Z

Leaden lumps of rain pour down from a slate grey sky upon a lake of blackened water. On its surface dance a thousand diamond coronets. Here and there flashes of silver as fish leap, jump, and frolic in the rain.

A swan, head held high, swims serenely twixt reeds and lily pads, unconcerned, seemingly unaware of nature’s fury.
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A shaft of sunlight shoots between the clouds, which scatter, revealing a canvas of lightest purest blue. The trees, minutes ago sombre hunched and dour, salute the sun resplendent in their new coats of glistening glossy green.Bird song breaks the silence, and a fox ventures from its lair. A cloud of insects tumble in the air and a frantic dragonfly hovers, darts then hovers again.

listen here

rising

2008-03-08T16:20:00.015Z

A shimmering sun was rising in the East.

A fluffy lamb tottered to its feet

then frolicked in the mist of a golden dawn

A lark ascended toward heaven

and a wisp of smoke from last night’s fire

drifted lazily into a pale blue sky.

Sap was rising in springs first shoots of green

as a waking child blinked at the early mornings light,

rubbed its eyes then rose from its bed.

All around the word was rising

to greet a brand new day.
'

listen here

No second chance

2008-02-24T21:08:00.004Z

.
Life shouldn’t be a race my friend,

Life should be a dance.

Don’t rush toward the tape my friend

There is no second chance.

Life is precious, far too short

so cherish every minute.

Don’t wish the days and weeks away,

you’ll too soon reach your limit.

It’s no rehearsal, this is it.

When this day’s gone it’s passed.

Life plays us tricks, it has no heart,

this day could be your last'

Don’t race through life, it won’t last long.

Don’t rush, prefer to dance.

And savour every moment friend,

you’ll get no second chance.

two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl

2008-02-24T21:02:00.004Z

Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
.
year after a year.
.
Swimming in opposite directions,
.
year after year.

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By night he worked, she slept.
.
By day she worked he slept.
.
Round and round, passing each other twice a day,
.
year after year

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Two people, two lives.
.
Two different lives, growing apart
.

*
One lost soul, swimming in a fish bowl,
.
Round and round.
.
Year after year.

sleep

2008-02-16T16:00:00.005Z

sleep

a place where

mind

and body

drift apart

sleep

a place where

trials

and tribulations

evaporate

sleep

a place where

dreams

and images

populate

life

a book of words

and sentences

punctuated

by sleep

sleep

where your teeth

stand watch

from a glass

by your bed

.
/

clouds

2008-02-11T23:15:00.001Z

Clouds.
Playing hide 'n seek with the sun.
Now you see it, now you don't, then it's back again.

Clouds.
Puffy pillows of white and grey
Drifting silently amid a sky of brightest blue.
So tall, so majestic, so mystical.

Clouds.
A sign of rain to come.

Or snow or wind or light or shade.
Or swords of lightning that slash the ground.

Clouds
.

hurdle

2008-02-05T20:58:00.002Z

life

racetrack

hurdles

run run run run run

jump

run run run run run

jump

clip

ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

jump

trip

splat

up again

hobble hobble hobble hobble hobble

.
jump

run run run run run

finish

.
pant pant pant pant pant

flop

smile smile smile smile smile

Foul

2008-02-05T00:32:00.001Z

Sea still

Water calm

The calm before the storm

Captain frowns

Trawler drifts

Drifts toward the dawn.

Black clouds

Heavy sky

A sky of leaden grey

Eerie silence

Deathly quiet

Quiet starts the day

Then sheeting rain

A blinding light

The blinding lightning’s flash

A sudden wind

A roaring noise

The noise of thunder’s crash

A sudden fall

A dizzy rise

Tipping left then right

Atop a wave

Deep in a trough

God save us from our plight

The storm abates

The gale subsides

The gale, the waves, the rain

So back to work

They’ll work until

Foul weather strikes again

Desire

2008-01-26T00:29:00.001Z

I look from afar
unattainable
unavailable
inaccessible

I look in awe
amazement
wonderment
admiration

I imagine
envisage
make believe
fantasize

I wish
yearn
long
crave

I desire
I desire
I desire
I desire

Pirates!

2008-01-20T00:42:00.001Z

‘Let’s play pirates’ said John to Jack

‘Let’s pretend the garden's an island.

Let’s look for treasure,there’s bound to be some.

Let’s get a spade and a sack’

'Twelve steps forward and two steps right.

Look for a bush and hide'.

‘We have to be quiet,don’t make a noise.

Look out for something that's bright’.

‘Watch out - a tiger’ says Jack to John

Cat stops and stares then walks off‘

I see a parrot there in the hedge’

A gull flapped its wings and was gone.

Crawling round on their hands and their knees

They look for a probable spot

‘This is the placeI know that it is’

Hidden by bushes and trees.

They made a big hole, and burrowed and dug

And pulled out the stuff that they found.

Rusty old nailsA bit of a plate

A handle that fell off a mug.

‘When dad sees this mess he won’t be pleased.

He’ll make us walk the plank.

‘cos yesterday he planted seeds

and now we’ve dug them up!

THE SEASONS OF HER LIFE

2007-12-16T01:09:00.001Z

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.
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Eyes like saucers blink at the unaccustomed light.
One moment the warmth of the womb, the next a strange new place.
A child in the springtime of her life.
These first few years her mother feeds her, cleans and dresses her.
Holds her.
Always there for every need.

Soon she walks, she talks and plays.
School, and friends, and then,
independence calls and she breaks free.
A young lady who runs home with tear filled eyes
with every broken romance.
Once more a child.

Now’s the summer of her life.
She’s blossomed and bloomed and then it’s she
who brings into this world a child of her own.
She’s brimming with optimism, everything is possible.
She climbs life’s ladder, reaches for the stars.
The great entertainer, the belle of the ball
A partner that worships her every move.
But life’s not always sweet
These are the days of ups and downs.
Mostly sunshine but sometimes showers
Things sent to try her, but she never despairs.

Weary with work she looks forward to the future.
Family grown up and she’s preparing to swap
her days filled with work and toil and stress
for days of contentment and rest.
For now it’s the autumn of her life.
Mellow. A slower pace. Time to stop. Time to breath.
The children now have families of their own
Granny they call her. She gently smiles
as the memory of life’s seasons past
Flood her mind.

Where did time go? It seems only yesterday that she was young.
Pictures from the past flood her mind
Details intact.
She still hears the sounds of years ago, still senses, still feels
But what passed seconds before she cannot recall.
Her partner has gone. Her family have lives of their own
She feels alone. A shadow of her former self.

Weary eyes blink at bright sunlight through unfamiliar windows.
One minute the warmth of her home and now this strange new place.
A lonely confused soul in the winter of her life.
These last few years her daughter feeds her, cleans and dresses her.
Holds her.
Always there for every need.
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A SILLY CHRISTMAS POEM

2007-12-15T00:29:00.001Z

‘Twas Christmas Eve and three men died,

and climbed the stairs to heaven.

But when they knocked on Peter’s gate

He said they’d have to sit and wait.‘

It’s Christmas Eve, I need my rest

My annual holiday’,

They pleaded, begged down on their knees’‘

tis Christmas help us please..’

‘OK’ said Peter, ‘here’s what I’ll do

I’ll set a test for all of you.

If you can give me festive cheer

Then there’s a place for you in here’

The first man thought and suddenly

His cell phone rang and rang.

St Peter said ‘that sound will do

I’m going to let you walk on through’

‘You see’ he said,’ it sounds like bells,

bells on Christmas day

Come on in, sit right down

You can wear my pearly crown'.

The second man lit up a fag

He lit it with a match

‘That’s great’ said Peter,’ that will do,

You can come on in here too!’

You see he said, that’s just like lights

Lights I had at home.

Like Christmas candles on my shelf

You’ve taken me outside myself.

The third man wondered what to do

His mind was just a blank.

Then he remembered what he did

That caused his heart to shoot it’s lid.

He plunged his arm into his bag

And rummaged through his bits.

Then held his hand up really high

and waved a thong up in the sky!

‘That’s not festive’ Peter said

‘It’s intimate apparel’

‘It’s Christmassy’ the dead man said'

'Because this thong is Carols!'

MOMENT

2007-12-15T00:22:00.001Z

Cherish this moment

This fleeting moment.

If this moment is happy

Remember it.

If this moment is sad,

don’t worry.

It’s already passed.

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NOVEMBER

2007-12-15T00:11:00.001Z

Spears of silver sunlight

Shoot through naked trees

Lighting up the leaf strewn lane

that flickers in the breeze.

A squirrel scurries cross the track

A rabbit sits and stares

A pigeon sways upon a branch

A red fox stands and glares.

High in the sky,

unbroken blue,a perfect v of geese.

On distant hill a flock of sheep

Wrapped in winter fleece.

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Red holly berries, mistletoe,

Ivy climbs stone walls.

Dormant plants and sleeping flowers

Wait til springtime calls.

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November days, brief spells of sun

Evenings front a fire of logs

November nights of crackling frost

Misty dawns and frozen bogs.

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Winter’s here

Spring can wait

Now’s the time to hibernate.

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FRIENDSHIP

2007-12-15T00:07:00.001Z

I used to have a ginger cat

First friend I ever made.

Got squashed outside my house one night,

I scraped him up with a spade.

I had a friend at junior school

I called him Sunny Jim.

One day he took off with my girlfriend

That’s the last I saw of him.

When I got my first job

I made a friend of my boss

We fell out when he sacked me

That made me awfully cross.

When I left home to work away

I shared my flat with mates

But they were always in the way

And ruined all my dates.

So when I got my own place

I had a friend called Jane,

She let me down -

I threw her out..

I went to live in Spain.

I made a friend in Barcelona

A Spanish senorita

At least that’s what I thought she was

‘til I found her name was Rita.

Let’s find a friend I said one day,

a friend I can rely on.

A friend that I can take to bed

A friend that I can lye on!

I got a local paper

Wrote a ‘lonely heart’,

I waited for the telephone

New friend, new life, new start.

I got a date, hooray I said

I’ll keep her if I can

But once again my plan went wrong

Turned out to be a man.

All my life it’s been the same

Friends have let me down.

Girlfriends, wives and drinking pals

White ones, black ones, brown.

But now I have a real friend

Someone who knows my mind

Someone who thinks like I do

Someone who’s really kind.

A friend who’s always by my side

A friend who’ll never flee

A friend who knows just what I want

My new best friend is me.

DREAMS

2007-12-14T23:44:00.001Z

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We live two lives. Two different lives.
During our waking hours we go about our daily toil.
We work, we play. We do the things we have to do.
Every day.
Circumstances determine our direction
yet we ultimately dictate our own destiny.
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We have another world.
A world which we escape to.
A world we enter when we sleep.
One which exists only in our mind .
One in which the people we meet are unaware that we have met.
And the impossible happens.
The dream.
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Last night I was a teacher.
Last week I went to Spain
Last month I led an orchestra
Last year I flew a plane.
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In my dreams I can be anyone.Anything. Anywhere!
Some dreams delight but others scare.
There is a thin line between bliss and the stuff of nightmares.
Some mornings I awake frustrated that my alarm has interrupted a magic adventure. Sometimes relief when I find my torment was unreal.
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The dream - an inspiration to writers of songs.
'In dreams I walk with you’
‘Sweet dreams are made of this’
‘Dream lover where are you’.
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‘I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine any time night or day.
The only trouble is - gee wiz- I’m dreaming my life away’
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The dream inspired the idealists and visionaries of our time.
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'I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character’
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I had a dream the other night
A dream that made me scared
I had a dream , I had a fright
A dream I wish I’d shared.
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Dreams can be vivid. Often the gulf between reality and the imaginary can blur. Did I go there, or did I dream it? Did I say that? I hope I dreamt it. Why did I do that? I wish I’d dreamt it.
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The other night I dreamt I fell,
and fell and fell into a well.
Faster faster down I dropped'
but then I woke,my falling stopped.
Phew!
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Two lives - two worlds.
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ABOUT MY FRIEND

2007-12-14T23:33:00.002Z

My friend for life is always there

My friend for life will always care

about the things that worry me,

about the times when I cant see

that things around arn't quite as bad,

the things that make me lone and sad.

My friend for life won't ever judge,

or critisize, or hold a grudge.

My friend for life will never tell

my darkest secrets,never sell

me out to those who wish me hurt,

to those who try to dish the dirt.

My friend can always talk to me,

about the the things that she can see.

The things that make her scared to go

to places dark and deep below.

To places only we two know.

My friend for life knows who she is,

My friend for life my heart I give.

xxoo

I'D LOVE TO WRITE A POEM

2007-12-14T23:21:00.001Z

I’d love to write a poem

A poem of my own

One which people want to read

So I’ll become well known.

I sit and stare into my screen

The words just fail to flow

I scratch my head and bite my nails

My poem just won’t grow.

The other day a line appeared

inside my fuzzy head.

But could I find some words to rhyme?

I wrote some prose instead.

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‘The boy stood on the burning deck’

'Lonely goat herd, hills.’

‘Once more into the breach dear friends’

‘A host of golden daffodils’

If they can do it why can’t I?

It’s not for want of trying.

My friends can do it, it’s not fair

I think I feel like crying.

So let’s have a practice

find some words wot rhyme.

Let's try really really hard

And invest some time.

Bard, card, lard, yard, jarred?

Plop, hop, drop, cop, mop

Kite, white, fight, might, plight

Stop, crop, lop, bop, flop.

That didn’t help,

at least I tried

I don’t know what to do.

But wait a minute,

something stirred!

A feeling that’s quite new.
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Here goes!

‘He gazed into her longing eyes

And saw inside her mind.

He gazed at her and realised

that he...he ....he.....’
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Oh poo!

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I guess I’ll never make the grade

I’ll never be a bard.

Poetry is not my thing

It’s far too bloody hard!
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THE KEY

2007-12-14T17:39:00.001Z

I’m looking for a key.

One which will open the secret of a life I seek,

but cannot find.

The key to total happiness.

I’m trying to find the key in which to sing my song.

The key which will carry my melody.

The key which everyone can reach,

so we can all sing in in harmony.

I’ve lost a key.

What happened to the key to my box?

The box of treasures which I am saving for the day

when I need to remind myself how lucky I’ve been.

Please help me find my key.

Somewhere there is a key to break my code.

The code I was given in the cradle.

The code which explains who I am and why I’m here.

The key to me.

My arch of life would be nothing but a pile of bricks

without a keystone to hold each side in place.

One small stone, which if removed,

would send my life crashing down around me.

I have a key which winds my clock.

The clock within me.

I must look after my key.

my pendulum of life will stop.

Key means vital, fundamental,

Basic, main and quintessential.

Key means major,

key means crucial

My keys to me are ever central.

RENEWAL

2007-12-14T17:08:00.001Z

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I’ve tried it,

I’ve done it.

Not once,

Nor twice,

but thrice.

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I’ve been there,

I’ve seen there.

It happened

It failed,

now I’m free.

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Now I’m reborn,

no longer forlorn.

I’m happy,

I’m carefree,

I’m ME!

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The future is here,

The future is clear.

Now I will live,

now I will give,

now I will let myself grow.

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What shall I do?

Where shall I go?

I’ll do what I want

when ever I want.

I’ll do whatever I please!