andrew-penman
Scottish
I am Scottish and love the written word. I am also an artist. I have written in some form since I was very young. I love being creative and using it to highlight some of the social issues I feel strongly about. / / I am a man who loves his family more with the passing of time. I am compassionate,non-judgemental and caring. This is the standard I set myself as a human being.
The moon is lit up at night
The sun is warm and bright
The stars twinkle until daylight
The sea is raging delivering natures reply
The child dies and the Syrian mother asks why
The mind is like the thermostat rising and falling at will
The arrogant politician thinks he is a frying pan that nothing sticks to
The people will rise and the house of lies will fall
The happenings that will shape us all
The people will be left standing tall.
©Andrew Penman ART 2014.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
A fond kiss
memories are made
of this.
when love is present
it is sheer bliss
Lips meeting
hearts racing
merging happiness
sublime moment
an action repeated
time after time
salivating prowess
an art practiced
by lovers
the starter
before the main
feast of melting
torsos entwined
followed by contracted
******** ecstacy
A fond kiss
memories are made
of this.
When love is present
it is sheer bliss.
© Andrew Penman 2012
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
I often sit on my own
although never alone
my pencils make me smile
after scribbling for a while
I see beauty flow from
my inner core
a creative spark
fills me with glee
I am content being me
alone in a crowded room
characters bounding around
on the paper singing loud
a maddening crowd
making me proud
I often sit on my own
although, never alone.
© Andrew Penman 2012
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 7:41 PM UTC
Where do spirits go to play,
is it in one's children or their children once
life has just begun
can they really be inside
where do they go to hide
are they thoughts of merriment
love and contentment
do they hold them in their arms
protecting them from harm
or wear them round the neck as a lucky charm
do they let them hold on to their dreams
urging them forward still yet unseen
the imaginary friend they often relate too
never ever seen by thee or me
now that is a wondrous dose of thought
about a life no longer in the living realm
lets leave it there until we know this for ourselves
where do spirits go to play.
©andrewpenman 19.43pm 27/6/2012
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
When you walk along the sandy beach
thinking life is out of reach
lift your head into the light
see your future burning bright
When you walk along the sandy beach
think not of yesterday only now
for today is tomorrows memories
life can only be lived that way.
When you walk along the sandy beach
you may think there is no end
fear not, see your future round the bend
faith will be your companion till the end.
©andrewpenman2012
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
I sit alone on the grass
fixated thoughts of you
my mother so bold
a vision of loveliness
a sight to behold
I miss your passion for life
through tales recalled
so much trouble and strife
combined with the joy
of giving me life.
I am walking in a meadow
of beautiful flowers
that whisper sweet melodies
carried away in the wind
captured by birds in flight
who serenade me well
into the night.
I will cherish the memory
of this day
when I saw your vision
in the light
holding it in my mind
until we are no longer apart
two spirits dancing
in a meadow of song
happily sharing one heart.
©Andrew Penman 2012
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 6:05 AM UTC
I see the window
gleaming in the shadow
of what is my life
a journey of wondrous
pain and delight
contrasting restraints
hold me in place
no freedom for my hands
or feet in segregation
down the basement
out of sight
crying out my
torso convulsing
thrashing ,hard to bare
faces staring some with
glee , seeing what
is happening to me
barbaric smiles that
inform they are
the mirror
image of me
my last breath
eyes can barely see
the door opening and
who is coming for me
into hands so soft
lifting me into the air
I fear my future is
in the past.
the only certainty
is the feeling of being
free at last.
(a)andrewpenman2011
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
Why me!
I watched the sun go down
anxious and with a frown
I live my life on the street
doors and alleyways are where I sleep
I watch the nocturnals run about
I am scared I become their prey
always awake salty tears I weep
I feel abandoned and ask, why me
I am lonely forgotten too
no family or friends, just me
I will arise to face the day
In this life there is no other way.
©andrewpenman2011
Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 9:58 AM UTC
Helpless
My heart is sore
my eyes weep
my hands are empty
tonight I will not sleep
Tomorrow I will pray
for you to have a better day
those in the arms of the lord
In angels hands your soul they keep
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
I have it in
my hand
keeping it for
tomorrow
the next day
too
I whisper what is
your name
Silence, then
a calm serenity
I am hope
your future
hold tight
I will light
your way .
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 1:41 PM UTC