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Dec 2009 · 942
Alone with your pen
I'm tired of sleeping and crippled from rest
My head is inactive and my body possessed
I need to escape this prison, and breath at a pace
To feel exhilaration to have one more smile on my face

Four walls, one window and an open door
An opportunity to escape to bend my own law
Get out there, be free, meet friends and have fun
but I cannot risk it, what if I am the one.

The one that they catch making a dash to be free
caught at the gate trying to find a new me
Before I know it i'd be here forever
I need one more day of getting it together.

To be a good loser is not always ok
Depends what you've lost, what you've had to pay
To live alone when you've been one of ten
but they've left you, it's just you alone with your pen.
Dec 2009 · 846
A gift of love
Our hero in red came tumbling down
A heavy fall but no sigh or a frown
He ate and he drank and made good of the mess
Then he disappeared back up the chimney no less.

"Mum, Dad it's christmas" came the shout
Children run down the stairs to see if Santa's about
An empty glass and a two half eaten pies
Then a big sack of presents catch the children's eyes

The parents look on with a sense of joy
Each present is opened; some sweets and a toy
It's picture perfect, a moment to tresure
If only every child could experience such pleasure.

If only our hero knew of some children's tears
No letter no presents no love, only fears
He'd do all he could to bring joy to their heart
A cuddle, a smile and laughter's a start

Love doesn't cost money, a smile causes no pain
Be there for each other, never let that togtherness wain
A present is for christmas but a family's love is for ever
remember true values its the being together.
Dec 2009 · 1.0k
A sense of Christmas.
I can smell it, i can feel it, I know that it's here
chimney smoke, smiley faces sharing festive cheer
A buzz of excitement, a cosy feeling within
seeing a robin or tasting grandma's gin.

Memories can be prompted by music or words
Dreams are of happy times where we all live like lords
Its a time for love and laughter and fun
No hatred, no warfare  no knife, no gun

smell it, feel it, see it, remember it
dream it, love it, enjoy or hate it
If for one day only we experience true peace
then it makes sense to me at the very least.
Nov 2009 · 14.6k
Insomnia
To sleep is to recharge but my battery isn't dead
My brain powers on but my body cries for bed
Just one more thought, just hear me out
a memory or a wish
I want to sleep, I need to sleep, please let me sleep.

i'm tired, i'm angry, frustrated and sad
as the vulchers circle my head,
they're waiting for me to snuggle and curl
then they'll descend upon my bed
Please let me sleep, I need to sleep. I want to sleep
Nov 2009 · 668
It's your fight
fear eats your heart and drinks from your veins
whilst hope soothes your aches and some of the pains.
Just words put in order, a sentence of death
the clock is ticking, make the most of each breath

Some win the battle and some lose the war
Some weapons are expensive, too much for the poor.
Never give up and focus that strength from within
Whilst the end is a thought it's one for the bin.

I've been there, i've lived it, thats why I can say.
pump that blood to your heart and shout "i'm not afraid"!!!!!
Optimism brings light and light brings day
Fight for life whatever anyone may say
Nov 2009 · 648
Time
Whilst a modern verse is a movement in time
Structure and content should by no means define
A cat can bare flesh in ways more than one
But a readers delight is not always from fun.  

So backwards we travel our own time machine
Its noise mute, bar the tapping of keys
We see all we know but know not all that we see
Tales of emotion, perfect poetic prose
A time for reflection without future woes

Could you pick a winner the old or the new
Your Granddad, your child, the new or old you
Nov 2009 · 1.4k
We're Pregnant
I’ve something to tell you a moment to share
I’m pregnant, we’re pregnant or whatever you care
A union of two, a propagation of love
Forever together, no longer just us.

The biggest joy, we cannot yet share
Our little secret, our baby, our heir
Irrational fears and high expectations
but ideally good health and strong relations.

We will laugh, we will cry, always love never hate
Our bundle of joy encased in hope so great
When the weather is grey and the lights are dim
Ther'll be warmth, comfort and hope within.

Our parents become grand and siblings will grow
A new baby, the youngest, the highest low
First words, first steps great feats alone
A voice a walk our baby has grown.

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