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John Ryles Oct 2012
She
She brings
Peace and tranquility
To this
Harsh world,s
Reality
John Ryles Oct 2012
In the cupboard there is a box
That used to belong to Dad
He showed me it's secrets
When I was just a lad

It was full of polish
In brightly coloured tins
With a deep smell of wax
When you opened up the lid

To keep the leather healthy
And really looking good
You need to polish regularly
This I soon understood

One brush to put it on
Another to polish to a shine
Keep the colours separate
And they will always look fine

I can see my father sitting
On his three legged stool
With his little box of polishes
He used before I went to school

Now father and stool
Have long since gone
But the lessons I learned
Were simply second to none
John Ryles Mar 2012
With one old roller skate
I'd be out to play
The local boys
Would stay all day

Remove the straps
You’re left with a chassis
Then an old Beano book
It looked real classy

Now to the longest bank
Only one car a day
Place the book on top
We’re on our way

Sitting low legs outstretched
Leaning back the race begins
Round the corner leaning to the side
Riding our skateboards with pride

No designer logo
Or high speed wheels
To come to a stop
We used our heels

Those summer days we were young
Happy children having fun
It cost not a penny to improvise
One old skate with a book the right size

It's quite sad to see
All the waste today
Expensive toys
Just thrown away
John Ryles Mar 2012
Understanding
Your own
Weaknesses
Can eventually
Bring forth
Your strengths
John Ryles Feb 2012
Greed can’t share
Jealousy won't trust
Love will always
Forgive
John Ryles Feb 2012
As the icicles cry

Bright spring sun

Wave’s winter goodbye
John Ryles Jan 2012
Dreams

*In our dreams do we see
The other side of reality
Haunting screens of the night
Another side where dark is light

Secrets we dare not show
So deep no one must know
Nowhere to hide all is seen
Shadows cast where we have been

Powerless to take control
While demons torment our soul
To break free we must wake
Here we lie tethered to the stake

morning greets in a sweat
Hair and chest cold and wet
Raising from the bed
Secrets kept nothing said
Awake in safety of my home
Happy to see I am not alone
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