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Feb 2019 · 446
He said the word Hello.
He wondered up towards the bar
He said the word Hello
An angry face looked at him
He recieved an awful blow.
He went crashing into tables
Then he landed on the floor
Glasses smashed and broken
His chin felt rather sore.
Those blows they kept on coming
One two three and more
He saw the chance and took it
He just ran towards the door.
The whole thing was alarming
He couldn't help but think
He was only trying to be friendly
When ordering himself a drink .
Then again he had to wonder
About that dreadful place
She may of  looked  a stunner
But her manner was a disgrace.
Feb 2019 · 630
The wacky song.
There's so many wacky people
Some say that I am one
If its true what they are saying
Then let us sing a wacky song.

It's not a Crime to be wacky
Sometimes it can amuse
Wacky can make one happy
Such a tonic and that is true.

There's many ways to be wacky
With the things we say and do
It starts when we get chatty
With those crazy words we use.

Some people seem so serious
No wackiness in there lives
But they are not oblivious
To the wacky world outside.

So if many of us are wacky
And it cannot be proven wrong
Then let us get together
And we all can sing along.
Just a wacky poem that's all.
Feb 2019 · 426
After the fame.
Round and round on the money go round
Your hopes they kept on turning
Those fortunes ran dry no wealth was found
It's the music game you were learning.

Not all that glitters is made of gold
And it's not always greener on the other side
You followed your dream giving your soul
Then your hopes they  passed you by.

your futue was sealed through rose coloured glasses
You looked at your world through a crystal ball
You thought your name would reach the massis
Only to find they weren't there at all.

Now singing your songs just to get by
You tried to aim for the stars
You used to play in concert halls
These days it's clubs and bars.

The music world's not what it seems
It is the nature of the game
Now your looking back on broken dreams
There was never that Hall of fame.

So when you made it too the top
There was only one way you could go
And when that time your music stoped
You were back on earth below .
The music world in the main stream is fast paced
Many carry on with music after fame.,Seen so many
Who were so well known who we rarely hear now but still
Great .It's the nature of the game.
Feb 2019 · 1.2k
The woodland .
Many leaves have fallen
Where we live here on the wood
It seems those leaves are calling
We would answer them if we could.

For we are like those leaves
That wither and they die
Our lives can be compared to seeds
We are mortal you and I.

We all are like the seasons
They come and then they go
Then there are many reasons
One day we all will know.

There really are many mysterious
Some strange some weard some good
Within this small community
Called the woodland Neighbourhood.

So let us all remember
When we see those fallen leaves
From spring until September
The answers are within the trees.
We live on a place called the wood
Surrounded by trees and birds of every kind.
This is a metaphorical poem and somewhat symbolic.
Jan 2019 · 385
The Country's call.
Playground full of children
Running having fun
Living out there childhood
Like children have always done
Not knowing of the future
And what they will go through
There is a wind that's blowing
Were is it heading too .?
Unrest upon the horizon
It can be seen above the clouds .
And there will be much friction
There within the crowds .
Then there will be a rising
And then there will be a fall
And many of those young men
Will answer to the country's call.
During the second world and not forgetting the first
World war many young men as young as 18 years old
Answered the country's call to go to war.looking at the world
In modern times young men all over the world are still going
To war young men and also women.
Jan 2019 · 769
The old log fire.
Outside its cold the weather is bleak
Tired and weary longing for sleep
Sitting here by the old log fire
It's cosy and warm the flames rise higher.

Looking outside its starting to snow
We are staying here nowhere to go
Very soon we will be off to bed
Jack frost outside every ones dread.

Winter is fierce an unpredictable force
And we can hear it howling outside our door
Very soon it will be time to retire
As the flames slow down in the old log fire.

Now Dreamland is waiting we can hear it call
Let's say goodnight to the winter fall
We shall close our eyes throughout the night
And our dreams and thoughts will take to flight

Time to rest tommorow  will keep
It's freezing outside the snow is deep
Now tomorrow will start another day
And the old log fire will burn again.
Freezing cold last night the cold weather certainly helps me
Apriesiate a warm bed.nevertheless can't help thinking of
Those many Homeless in our town's and around our city's.
Jan 2019 · 3.0k
,Go and see your Doctor.
I had to go and see my Doctor
For I was feeling rather dõwn
He took one look and said to me
You need to go out on The town.

He asked are you a heavy drinker
And do you drink alot of wine
I said whisky is my tipple
My preference every time.

He asked if I drink it often
I replied every single night
He laughed and said don't worry
That's perfectly alright.

He asked me what's my favourite blend
I said the Scottish highland malt
That's what they recommended
So the drinkings not my fault.

He asked do you eat much greasy food
Now that's something I can't deny
He suggested cooking frozen chips
They take less time to fry.

I asked Doctor what's your verdict
Is there anything you can do
He replied go out and have some fun
We are humans and our years are few.

So i am glad that I saw my Doctor
Now I am happy and I'm pleased
So go and see your Doctor
He will put your mind at ease.
I have a blood presure check tommorow
If my blood pressure is the same as last month
It will be a blood test.this poem is my way of dealing
With going to the Doctors.The sad news is my imaginary Doctor
Has taken early retirement, I don't no why.
Jan 2019 · 582
Diffarent Worlds.
There are worlds within worlds
Upon this planet we call earth
The poor and the wealthy
The strong .weak. sick.and healthy.

Forget the moon Sun and stars
And all those mystarys afar
It's all down here look and search
Open your eyes and see its worth.

What we need is a meeting of minds
It is a must with these changing times
Throw away those critical views
There's so much to gain nothing to lose.

So now it's time to make a stand
Let's hope one day you'll  understand
Open your eyes and you will see
This strange old world called reality.

Did you know we are not all the same
No need to bend one's head in shame
Some come first others come last
But there's no such word as second class.
The world is changing and class destintion is being challanged.
People today are standing up and being counted.
Goodbye old attitudes hello new values.
Dec 2018 · 2.1k
Peaple like us.
We will make it just wait and see
Predujice will fail to stop us
From reaching our destiny
Determination will see us through.

You say we will not succeed
We know we will turn out strong
You judge a book by its cover
But you get the story wrong.

You see us through your human eyes
You never stop to talk only  pass us by
So don't look down you will be surprised
For we will rise and stand up high .

So throw away your selfish pride
Help us stand when you see us fall
Because we live together on this earth
Yes all together one and all.
Hopefully atitudes are changing toward
People with special needs, the stigma is somewhat fading away.
Many peaple who have special needs have hidden strengths
Or skills inwich they excel in.So the lesson is we should never be judgemental of others.we all have strengths and weaknesses.
Dec 2018 · 505
Harry the roofer.
Harry the roofer
Is roofing no more
He lost his balance
And nearly fell to floor .
The ladder it seemed
To to go higher and higher
A voice in his head
Said its time to retire .
Fifty years he worked on heights
Climing large houses
And on building sights .
But now at the age of sixty five
He's done all he can
And he still does survive .
Harry the roofer will find it hard
With all that time on his hands
Away from folk back at the yard .
Harry says goodbye to his friends
The ones he has known for many years
All there best wishes too him they do send..
Harry the roofer will reap what he's sown
His house is now paid for
And the children have grown .
Yes Harry known as a haŕd working man
He now takes it easy spends time at home
He has bought a new car and sold his van.
One of my niebours a retired roofer.
Dec 2018 · 331
Negative words.
I hate those words
Like
So long my friend
And
This is the end.
I hate those words
Like
Nothing last forever
And
No more sunny weather.
I hate those words
Like
It was never meant to be
And
No more you and me.
I hate those words
Like
We only have one life
And we never get it right.
I hate those words.
So many Negative words
And the list goes on
Then again many positive words also
Dec 2018 · 1.2k
The power of love.
Ocean waves rise high
Powerful but can do no harm
The raging sea can do it's best
It's anger will be to no avail
Reduced to a mountain stream.
For love is the mighty force
Stronger than a hurricane
Unbeatable in its strength
It is built on solid ground
A foundation for well built towers.
Love is a friend that stands in wait
Those mighty waves subside
No sign of any turbulence
For love is unbreakable.
And all obstacles will be erased
For love is the power that will stand.
The power of love in its many forms
Romantic love and agape love .
Dec 2018 · 288
The Cemetery.
I cannot describe this feeling
Of complete tranquility
Where the sweet birds sing
And the church bells ring
As I stroll within this cemetery.

My imagination running wild
I thought I saw a women
Then I thought I saw a child.
I heard the sound of laughter
But no one to be found

This is just my imagination
They are asleep beneath the ground.
Some years ago I  strolled within a cemetery
It was really Quiet .I find cemetery s very peaceful
And tranquil.
Nov 2018 · 821
He writes about life.
He spent his life  in factorys
Worked his fingers to the bone
Fifty years have come and gone
Now retired he stays at home.
A family he provided for
Now the children they have grown
They have all moved on and fled the nest
They've got to make it on there own.
He looks around at all four walls
And he wonders just were he is going
So he thinks about this thing called life
And writes about it in a poem.
He may like writing poems about life
But he drives his wife crazy being under
Her feet and not washing his cups after use.
Nov 2018 · 587
The Exodus.
This time they walked in line
Uncertain what they would find
Not a walk with army troops
Who march along in heavy boots
Not a walk with mortar shells
The road were many in battle fell.
This walk was the way to peace
Were all those wars would face defeat.
This walk it led to a hopeful sign
Leaving those horrors  far behind.
This time they walked in line
Looking ahead to better times.
This walk was a future crystal clear
One of joy and not one of fear
Traveling together at a steady pace
That feeling of love and not of hate.
This time they walked in line
One that will stand the test of time.
This walk it had no barriers
No enemy at the end waiting there.
This time they walked in line
That new horizon there to find.
Walking away from war torn lands heading too that new horizon
Were peace abounds .
Nov 2018 · 1.6k
Fighting against the tide.
Lost in a state of confusion
Along with those winding roads
Fighting against the raging tide
Trapped in this place inside.
Those demons in your head
They are playing tricks again
But never underestimate your strength
Your down though you will survive.
Now you can blossom like flowers
For now your lost in disaray
And you walk that winding road
Just where are you heading too
No one can say for nobody knows.
Lets hope one day you'll find
That path you've been looking for
And reach out for that sunny sky
And leave those dark clouds behind.
A simple little poem about a not so simple time in life
Called adalesanc.
Nov 2018 · 1.5k
Benieth the candy coating.
Not all was what it seemed
Those dreams were never real
The night lights shone
Then faded like the moon.

City streets were crowded
People busy with there lives
All seemed normal to the eye
Who could see behind the scene.

1938 crowded parks and beaches full
Ice cream stands and punch and Judy men
Normality was all that children knew
Family's made plans unaware of what lay ahead.

Summer days flowers displayed there colours
Work for dad.and children going to school
Christmas time and snow covering the ground
Another festive time was there with celebrations.

The summer time of 39 stormy days ahead
Young boys 18 plus answered to the country's call
Not realising adventure was never there at all
They lied about their age .in search of that adventure.

So six long years they fought and died
The survivers came home with open eyes
Seeing the world for what it was there youth denied.
The storm now over they now faced the calm.

Time to move on now the war days had gone
They found work and learned a trade
Those night lights shone once more
And the city streets filled with happy times again.

1945 the years move on the past now history
It was a time to rebuild a future of hope
And to find the will to carry on
Back too the beeches sands and the ice cream man.
I saw a documentary showing how it was just before
The second world war .People seemed to live normal lives
Holliday's on the beech enjoying city life carrying on life as normal
Unaware how things could change so fast.
Oct 2018 · 2.5k
Sanctuary.
At the end of the road lies a haven of peace
A place to rest .A sanctuary
Hoping one day this war will cease
With a hope and possibilities.

No more sound of bombs and guns
And that dreadful feeling of fear
The saddened times will be over and done
As the end of this nightmare draws near.

The future is looking hopeful
A new horizon it lies ahead
But somehow things look doughtful
With all the blood that's been shed.

There are tents food and clothing
Waiting at the end end of the line
But it's the fear of the unknowing
That is disterbing  to the mind.

Then it's the same the whole world over
When a calamity it does strike
Nations get stronger and bolder
So people can sleep at night.

Now listen to what they are saying
To the the plight of the refugee
Keep on and carry on hoping
And one day you will be free.
A sad reality that many displaced people
Are faced with.
Oct 2018 · 13.9k
Say goodnight to the day.
The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.
These cold nights a nice warm bed is welcoming.
Oct 2018 · 1.7k
Sweet romantic dream.
She played in a horror on TV
It was full of blood and gore
The actress stared in another film
The kind you will adore
She was there in many movies
And some they were extreme
But this one it was different
Called the sweet romantic dream.
After watching this actress playing
In two different styles of act
In playing 2 different parts
Although I am not an advecate
For people watching horror movies.
Oct 2018 · 961
Genius.
You have found yourself a Genius
There is nothing he can't do
He could lose himself inside his room
And would write a book or two.

You have found yourself a Genius
A man of high esteem
He can make a lot of money
And your life would be like a dream.

You have found yourself a Genius
In a mansion he abides
With a tennis court and swimming pool
And a rolls Royce parked outside.

You have found yourself a Genius
Who has an amazing mind
He will take you to fancy restaurants
And treat you to the finest wine.

You have found yourself a Genius
Owning property's galore
He even owns his private jet
Along with so much more.

Yes you have found yourself a Genius
There is nothing he can't do
But when it came to make you happy
It just never worked for you.
A light hearted poem inspired by the Beatles song Money can't by me love
Oct 2018 · 3.1k
Poem for a newborn.
On this lovely September morn
It's time for congratulations
Into this world a child is born
Lets raise a glass in celebration.

He starts his world with lulabbys
Parents are there with a guiding hand
To help to see that he gets by
Untill on his own he can make a stand.

But that is many years away
No need to think so far ahead
All that matters is this lovely day
As mother is resting in her bed.

But tomorrow will be another day
With his first steps on life's road
A world that that will be full of play
The future no one knows.

So let's take in this special time
Where all the family gather round
Mother and newborn are doing fine
She smiles when hearing his very first sound.
My wife's wife best friends daughter in law gave
Birth to a baby boy September 20th .she asked me to write a poem
So I wrote this poem .I hope you like it.
Sep 2018 · 825
Please tell me why.
Why do we laugh and why do we cry
Please tell me why
Why are we kind and angry at times
Please tell me why.
Why are we happy and why are we sad
Please tell me why.
Why do we love and why do we hate
Please tell me why.
Why is there faith and why is there none
Please tell me why.
Why do we live and why do we die
Can you please tell me why.
If there are no answers to the Questions I ask
Please tell me why.
What is the meaning of life
Why are we here.
The Questions go on.
I love to watch the honeybees
With there gentle tiny wings
It is lovely to see birds in trees
And to listen to the way they sing.

I love to watch the ducks in water
Paddling along with there young in line
They walk on roads and never falter
Oblivious to this thing called time.

I love to hear the seagulls sguarking
When walking along a sandy beach
Making such noise when we are talking
But they don't care they are out of reach.

I love to see the red red robin
A single bird that never fly's with a swarm
I love to watch them hop hop hopping
At winter time whilst I'm in the warm.

I love to watch  the butterflies
In colour with there distinctive features
And see them when they multiply
Along with those beautiful heavenly creatures.
Another morning in my garden with birds of every kind
A simple poem .although not so much the honeybees and butterflies
I just thought they were applicable to this poem.
Sep 2018 · 2.4k
Downtown
The sun never shines
in downtown
Theres no merry go round
Nor the sweetest sound
in downtown .
There's no pleasant air
And nobody cares
lifes so unfair
  in downtown.
Such an unwelcoming sight
When your out  at night
Walking the streets brings no delight
Your caught in a trap and can't take to flight
in downtown.
There are no bars or  sound of cars
All you have are many scars
  in downtown .
Now this is the news
That can help you through
There is a way out of downtown
For there's not such a place  
you need not fear nor dread
Its just those thoughts inside your head.
If we are honist with ourselves I feel we all have
been in that town sometime or another if not often.
Aug 2018 · 11.6k
The garden
Come join us in the garden
Your army days are done
Sit down and take it easy
Enjoy soak up the sun.

Now you need no longer worry
You will never be going back
Relax no need to hurry
Just forget about the past.

You say it's hard to carry on
Leaving the horrors of war behind
You often have those nightmares
From behind the enemy line.

So look now toward the future
The poserbilitys they are vast
There is that new horizon
Even though it's hard to grasp.

Come join us in the garden
Leave those fearful days behind
Look at all the lovely flowers
Representing peaceful times.

Look at this gardens beaughty
The war just had to end
Who knows what lies ahead of you
Your enemy could become your friend.
From the days of war come the time of peace
After the second world war came that new horizon
Never the less wars still continue.I had a friend who suffered PSTD.
To me that says humans are not designed for war.
Why did we go out this night
Got a feeling something's not right
We should of stayed in bed
What was going through our heads .
Walking in the park after midnight
Not so wise if it gives us a fright.
The hooting sound of an owl
A cunning fox on the prowl.
Feeling scared and week at the knees
The creaking branches from leafless trees
The silence is daunting not a soul insight
We should have never gone out so late at night.
Did you see that shadow there ?
To be very honest it gave me scare
It is time to leave and get out of here
Just like a leaf I am shaking with fear.
I hear footsteps on the path
Let's move ahead and not look back
Listen to that eerie laugh
Something is creepy in this park.
Well To tell you the truth I  told you a lie
We never really went out this night
We never even left our bed
This was all a dream inside my head.
I had a friend many years ago when he had sleepless
Nights he would take his dog for a walk in the park about 2 o'clock in the
Morning.His bravery inspired me to Wright this .
Jul 2018 · 23.0k
A farmers day.
Summer days and heatwaves
Sweat pouring down our skin
Working hard no time to rest
From the time the day begins.

Bailing hay without a shade
Not a single cloud insight
Gathering all the barely corn
We work until the night.

we have a little hideaway
A place down in the vale
Its where we drink some scrumpy
Along with beer and ale.

We while away  an hour or more
Depending on how we feel
We rest and take it easy
No sound from the tractors wheel.

Now tomorrow is another day
Our work load it will keep
We may be striming hedge grows
Or we may be shearing sheep.

But we really are not bothered
We've been farmers far too long
We carry out our dutys
And sometimes with a song.

Our lives are hard but simple
We are living the country life
Away from the city and the fumes
From cars and such alike.

You see we have this hideaway
A little place down in the vale
So come along and join us
At the end of a farmers day
Feeling the affects of the British heatwave
Made me feel just how  it must  be for the farmers with all the heat.
Jul 2018 · 8.5k
Broken chains.
The chains have now been broken
From this place of no return
Your voice still echoes to this day
In the corridoors of our minds ,
Destiny now stands in wait
You took away our joy
But now the tide has turned
from your cold world now outside.
Your words they have faded
Along with your demands
Now you have gone the pain will heal ,
Those grusome cells they  are open
We will leave those days behind
You have no hold of  the fears
You created deep inside ,
Your doors have closed for the last time
Freedom is there and we move on
Far away from your prison bars.
That feeling of being set free from oppression
In its many forms .
Jul 2018 · 1.5k
Your Rainbow,
Seagulls and blackbirds hover the sky
Bright coloured flowers they multiply
The city such a depressing sight
With factories cars and traffic lights.

People are working to earn their pay
They save for a break a nice holiday
Maybe a cruise to a tropical land
Or just to the beach with sea and sand.

We are not made to take in the fumes
From moterways were the traffic looms
We belong with nature and fields of green
With fountains trickling from mountain streams.

We look out at our garden what do we see
Bright cherry blossom and sweet honeybees
All these things bring a smile on one's face
Away from running in this busy rat race.

Time it has come to take one's ease
Breath in the air and feel the breeze
No need to rush there's no were to go
Just look at the colours inside your rainbow.
Living life in the slow lane these days. I would recommend it
After fifty years in the building trade now enjoying retirement.
Jul 2018 · 15.0k
The invisible man.
He is there but nobody sees him
He speaks but no one can hear
He lives his life in confinement
And no one ever comes near.
To watch him He looks rather lonely
He is lost that is perfectly clear.
Once a child in the arms of his mother
And his father would always be near.
But parants don't last forever
And soon they are no longer here
Now there  is nobody out there
To chase away all of his fears.
He walks to his flat he has no one
Loneliness his only friend
Is this what he really lives for
With nothing to show at the end.
Let's start from the very beginning
It happens in this day and age
Take note of this lonely stranger
Invisible in so many ways.
Watched a documentary a couple of years ago about the amount
Of people who live on their own it was amassing. Although this poem
Is a true case of a man who really was let down by the people around
Him saddly he was like being invisible  in the eyes of the world.
He just didn't fit in with others .
Jul 2018 · 591
Nirvana.
Long gone those false illusions
On painted canvas
With all those faded colours
It all looked good to the eye
In its own Deceaving  way
With those subtle shades.

Now another day has dawned
With those brand new hopes
Fresh canvas with easel waits
With paint and truere colours
Standing together all in line
Destination heart and mind.

The brush will go with the flow
Just like a passing stream
The blue sky looks down
And reflects its crystal light
Fountains of water turn to wine
Nirvana now awaits this time.
Nirvana means a place of perfect peace and happiness amongst other things that bring joy.looking back at some of my sixtys photographs
Me and my pals thought we found that place In the form of living it up.
50 years on we see it was just an illusion. These days that perfect place of happiness comes in diffarant forms.in my case Friday night at the village tavern
Jun 2018 · 4.8k
Life will be your teacher.
Here is were it all begins
Now a life time to unfold
A future lies deep within
And stories will be told.

Your road it will be rocky
You will face those stormy seas
There'll be times you will be happy
And times down on your knees.

You will find that life's a journey
You'll get lost along the way
But your not alone there's many
Who get back on track again.

So put on that suit of armour
It's a dangerous world out there
Beware of all the trappings
Their are pitfalls everywhere.  

Don't look back you have a future
And hope is what you need
Your life will be your teacher
And lessons will be learned indeed.

You will find that new horrizon
It is there behind the door
That door will surely widen
And the world it will be yours.
I think you all will agree that life is teacher and we all have
Made mistakes.some of us more than others.
Jun 2018 · 1.5k
Those talking pictures,
Old movie stars have come and gone
Those films were there for everyone
Despite the passing of those times
Those talking pictures will always shine.

Those talking pictures have all come back
With ghosts of film stars from the past
They are still alive within our minds
Those talking pictures we rewind.

When looking at those bye gone days
Those talking pictures will always stay
The golden oldies that we all can see.
Are there and they will always be.

Those talking pictures stand the test of time
Deep within our hearts and minds
Those movie stars have come and gone
But those talking pictures will still live.
Just a simple little poem.I love the golden oldie movies
I watch alot of them.
Jun 2018 · 534
Fairyville.
They say I'm away with the fairies
That's what they said  to me
Looking back in retrospect
It would be a lie to disagree.
My lawn is filled with garden gnomes
And rabbits that are made from clay
And children's books within my home
I have had them from my early days.
I hate to face reality a very sad place to be
I would rather read my Rupert book
With mad proffessers  And philosophy's.
So please come around  And take a look
You may like just what you see
A world with Alice in wonderland
Such a wonderful world off glee.
But this planet is not a fairy tale
And no place of make believe
When they say your away with the fairies
Take no notice then just agree.
My work mate told me that I am away with the fairies so I wrote this poem.
Jun 2018 · 487
A dreamers wish.
I wish I was a doctor with
Cures of every kind
Helping folk get better
And give them peace of mind.
I wish I was a pilot
Flying through the air
Finding destinations
And taking people there.
I wish I was a scientist
With all those remedies
Making this world a safer place
For all humanity.
I wish I was a movie star making movies
By the score
Heading off to Hollywood to receive
Those film awards.
I wish I was a space man heading to the stars
Looking down upon the earth
On my way to  mars.
I wish I was a poet a lourette to be
But I am but a dreamer
So I am happy being me.
Jun 2018 · 698
Lovely display of wings.
It's such a pleasant morning
I'm not going to do a thing
I am sitting drinking coffee
I see a lovely display of wings.

I love these early mornings
My working days now done
Watching birds of every kind
They really are such fun .

The crows they are going crazy
There are thousands in the air
But the pigean on my bird stand
He isn't going anywhere.

Now a black bird he is gliding
In harmony with the breeze
He doesn't seem to worry much
He takes refuge in the trees.

What ever happened  to the sparrows
We don't see them anymore
They always used to be around
A little bird that I adore

Maybe there is a message
In the way that these birds sing
Take note of there morning chorus
And there lovely display of wings.
I live on a place called the wood and my house is surrounded by trees
And that means birds. birds of every kind.I sat relaxing drinking a coffee
And their were birds of every kind flying outside my window
Crows seagulls magpies robins and wood pigeons
Jun 2018 · 601
The old house by the sea.
Inside the grounds
My heart it bleeds
A special house
Down by the sea.
A home for children everywhere
But now abandoned
With no one there .
It's sad to see the years move on
With those in need of care
All those days have come and gone
Leaving memories to share ,
Thinking now of those special  times
They were special times indeed
Now the house is past repair
And the grounds now full with weeds.
You see the times are changing
That's the way that it must be
Then that really is no comfort
For children with special  needs.
If this house could tell its story
I wonder what it would say
The past and all those children
And its former glory days .
The children now are older
They have grown to be adults
Living in a world of prejudice
Along with harsh insults .
But there's no need to worry
What will be will be
Still they have those  memories
Of the old house by the sea.
The old house by the sea was actually a mansion
Called Martinue house ,it was a holiday home for children with special needs from all over Britain.it was a beaghtifull house indeed.
It was closed becouse the councel thought there was a danger regarding the house being to near the sea.
Jun 2018 · 991
Aimless
All can be lost when nations divide
It can lead to the loss of this thing called faith
We take a chance on staying alive
But it all could end in a world of hate.
When seeing people living on the street
Arms reaching out with empty plates
Struggling each day to make ends meet
Where the poverty net decides there fate.
And then we see the rich and the famous
They are making it big and living a dream
Even those dreams can often be aimless
For fame and fortune is not what it seems.
Our minds can turn to empty thoughts
And dought it seems are the seeds we sow
We often ignore what religion has tought
Saying tell us just how do we know.?
Dought creeps in our minds once more
Making our hopes to lose its flow
Now there's no goal to be aiming for
And their is no place for us to go
This is a hypothetical poem
A lot of folk I know look at all the wars
And poverty and Homeless and say
If there is a god why doesn't he stop all of this
Hence we can often feel their is no hope.
Not all of us feel this way it's just how some of us may feel
Some will say mankind brings it on himself.
Just a thought I wish not to offend anyone.
We all have a view point.
May 2018 · 1.9k
The golden age.
When our story's over
The last chapter and final page
We'll look back and will remember
Those happy and glory  days.

We were young and filled with laughter
Living wild and fancy free
Not a care nor thought
Of what would ever come to be.

We now have grown much wiser
Still we have our past regrets
But that's what we call learning
Lessons we will not forget.

But now we are contented
We live our lives with ease
Here within our neighbourhood
Surrounded  by the trees.

Now we move a little slower
Our health it is a bind
Then we are not complaining
For we had those happy times.
We intend to be around a long time.
But with age comes limitations
Looking at old photographs
We were young and fancy free.
May 2018 · 616
On Melancholy road.
Memories of the distant past
Come flashing through my mind
Good times bad times even sad times
Are gone now left behind.
Years move on the past has gone
We move ahead life carries on.
And then there are those photographs
Of folk that I once knew
And all those faces from different places
Where have they all gone to .?
I say goodbye to those good old days
Those days of long ago
But I cannot help but shed a tear
On the melancholy  road.
Looking at some black and white family photographs
Of my family and friends and my pet dogs over the years  Now all are no longer around .just a simple little poem.Melancholy road.
May 2018 · 1.3k
Dry land.
Almost there we can see Dry land
An open door from a helping hand
All those years in that deadly trap
We are moving on no turning back .
The future seems much brighter now
It's time to smile and stand up proud .
The past it seems has left its mark
But there's always light after dark.
So now we see new pastures green
No more nightmares, only dreams.
We took a chance standing on the ledge
Risking our lives close to the edge
We know that there are many more
Who are heading for that opened door
So come on friends and take that hand
And let it help you find dry land.
Alcohol  addiction  is common  with  all kinds of people even doctors and .
The good news is many do recover and find dry land .
May 2018 · 484
One Man and his Van.
I cannot describe just how It feels
Heading outward on my wheels
Delìvering parcels everywhere
Traveling along without a care.

I start my day up on the wood
That's were I live it feels so good
Before I turn on the ignition key
First things first its a cup of tea.

Then I am off to my very first stop
A road in shard end a floristry shop
Then I drive to another place
A corner house on a council estate.

Then I move on to Bordesley green
Memory lane if you know what I mean
What I see is the life I once knew
The friends I had yes I had a few.

Time it comes for a morning snack
A cholesterol unfriendly bacon bap
I swill it down with a mug of tea
And back on the road and feeling free.

I love my job driving this van
Done it for years I'm a delivery man
I move along to any piont anywhere
Just give me a call and I'll be there.

I travel east and travel  west
I'm your delivery man doing my best
Driving vans is all that I've known
And Birmingham city is my Home.

So when I finish and my day is done
Back to the wood I've completed my run
The van is safely tooked away
I'll be back again same time next day.
I was talking to a driver he told me how much he enjoyed driving
He lived in  four parts of Birmingham during his life time
And every day he passed were he used to live.So to him they were his memories.
May 2018 · 648
Shadows from the past.
You lived your life without fear
Nothing in this world could
Break your will to stay alive
Those shadows from the past
Have disappeared into the night .
Your nightmares took to flight
Now you sleep with pleasant  dreams.
Your enemy marched with heavy boots
Through the town and narrow streets
Their journey came to no avail
They missed you in your plight
To reach out for those greater heights
Their ghostly presence failed for sure
And went out like a flickering light .
Their guns of war lost their use
Their planes no longer in the sky
You are safe now sleeping full of hope
Shadows of the past now out of sight
Do not be afraid of those who **** the body but cannot **** the soul
Mathew 10:28.
Apr 2018 · 1.5k
No legacy
No more the elephant
Will there be
When they have
Taken all their ivory.

This giant who is big and strong
Who will leave no legacy
Like many more such as the dinosaur
Who are now just history.

So you and I can only try
To show how we abhor
The treatment of these giants
Who soon will be no more.

We know man's greed
Will not stop at killing these
The dolphins and the whales
Rhinos then the Forrest trees.

The earth is good with all its green
And all its infinite features
But what good will all this be
Without these mighty creatures.?

No more the elephent
Will there be
When they have taken
All their ivory

And destroyed their legacy.
The elephent who is a gentle giant is living on borrowed time
And soon will be extinct. This will be a sad loss along with many other indangered creatures or species.
Apr 2018 · 547
That feeling of Hope.
The years they fly and time is no friend
And those bruises you feel will never heal
Colours may fade with the passing of days
And uncertainty waits at your door .
Long gone the joys of  love along with youth
Those memories leave many scars .
Then alas their comes a sudden change
From winter cold to a summer's day
Rising above like the mist at dawn
The future had turned another page
Setting the scene for a brighter sky .
Yes hearts can be broken but also repaired
So reach for the clouds you are a bird in flight
Spread your wings to glide with the wind
The past it has gone and is now erased
All that you lost has now been regained.
Those days of youth can be full of joy. Also along with joy can bring many challenges More for some than others .when love goes wrong it can be heart breaking. But as time moves on in most instancys things work out for the best and that feeling of hope is there.
Apr 2018 · 535
Distant mirage.
That pathway to paradise with an open door
Where illusions can stumble souls
A cunning smile awaits at every turn
Within a feeble traumatic mind .
Deluding every step you make
Building your hope on desert sand
A whirlwind with impulsive light
Carrys you away to a world unknown.
And like a cork you are tossed into the waves
Now land awaits with solid ground.
Then truth will emerge to take you home
Reality  will greet you with her open arms
Then life will take its glories flight.
The deception of your heart will change
And erase the mirage from your eyes.
True colours will emerge again
And then you will smile for real this time.
Everyone is searching for that ideal but some times things are not always
What they seem And what we hope for .Hence not all that glitter is made of Gold.
Never forget your four legged friend
Those days you thought would never end
He followed you where ever you went
Happy times those years you spent.

When he was young and crafty at times
Often a shoe was hard to find
Looking under tables and chairs
No shoe was there or anywhere.

His puppy days just faded away
He settled down and he would obey
Then it clicked when he saw the need
To follow you without a lead.

There were times when you felt down
He looked at you with your saddened frown
He then sat down there by your side
Looking at you with his glaring eyes.

And then there were those holidays
The Sandy beach were you all played
You threw him a ball or maybe a stick
And tought him all those amazing tricks.

Looking back at all those years you had
Some were happy and some were sad
Those real good times you will never regret
A loving friend you will never forget.

But years  they come and years they go
Spring summer autumn and winter snow
And now you are filled with memories
That time it came for your friend to leave.
This poem was inspired by the movie Marley and me.
Also about our king Charles Cavalier.I was just about to retire from work
And then he was suddenly taken ill and left us. it was a sad time for our family.
Mar 2018 · 735
Fading light.
The door has no key to let you out
Your trapped in a web of despair
Your cought by the power of another
Now your broken and past repair.
You have no control you are boundless
You have no voice you are soundless
Floating in air you are groundless.
The hopes you had cannot be found
Great exspectations have let you down
Now all that is left are feelings of dought
Given to you by the power of another.
All of your colours have now turned grey
Leaving your dreams in disarray
All that you had has gone too soon
Taken from you by the power of another
What ever happened to the sun and moon
And all the stars that shone so bright.?
And all those fields you walked upon
They have all disappeared into the night.
You lived on earth in your own paradise
Now all has gone like a bird in flight
Taken from you by the power of another
Snatched away from your heart and mind
Gone in a flash then out of sight
Your hopes have become like a fading light.
Being Controlled by the powers of others. .
The glimmer of hope gets brighter
Those dark clouds are fading away
Soon your life will get better
The sunshine will be here to stay.

The weight off your mind will be taken
Your burdens you'll carry no more
There is A life now that is waiting
A key that will open your door.

Your past it will be left behind you
Move forward the future is yours
Now you will do what you need to
Go on look out and explore.

Take heed of aĺl your surroundings
Their is beauty of every Kind
Look out foř the things that are calming
And that hope  that will open your mind.

This world it is so full of sorrows
With things that can bring you down
But the sun it will come out tomorrow
And the joys in this life will be found.
I know so many people with depression
But guess what.there is life after depression. I also know peoplè
Who at one time suffered  with depression and now have recovered.
Maybe it is finding that key.After saying these positive words we should
Never underestimate  The reality of depression
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