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Mr E Writer Mar 2021
There’s a life outside my window
That’s almost impossible to see,
This life that I am talking about
Is where I’d like to be!
I have missed out on so many things
Because I wasn’t looking,
Now I have to make it sure,
There is no second booking.
These blinkers that have blinded me
Were there of my own accord,
The way I treated my own life,
Was something I could ill afford!
So let’s end this on a happy note
By saying it’s not yet done,
I may have been stupid and ignorant,
But my life has just begun
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
As daytime ends, my windows frost.
I drift in thought to my younger years
Like an old time friend, who was once lost
I’m crying inside, but there are no tears
The snow is settling, ****** white,
no footprints or trails to mar its splendour
A flurry falls to feather the night
As I recall my joyful childhood fervour
Of how I used to scream, laugh and play,
with loved ones, ignorant to the bitter cold
To capture that innocence for one more day,
fend off this sensation of growing old
In my sleep, I dream of times long past;
the glistening fields of pure driven snow
Remembering how I wish this would last
But sadly with time, you can't stop its flow
Snowmen built; carrot, scarf, hat and stones
Long since forgotten and long since thawed
Deep in my dream like so many old bones,
artist’s brush strokes, colourful and broad
As dawn appears, I’m awoken with haste
My child’s eyes excited with anticipation
“Come on Daddy," “we can’t lie to waste”
“The snow has fallen”, she cries in elation
I jump out of bed, we both dress up warm
Snowman built, and a snow angel was made
My baby and I were both on full form
Childhood memories are not meant to fade
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
In the meadow so green and lush
the wind flays about, no need to rush
as grasses gently sway to and fro
the air not still just a fine gentle blow
Trees in the distance make their sound
I feel simply pleasure for being around
birds and insects all play their part
wonders bestowed from natures heart
This beautiful pasture that earth provides
its raw emotion never subsides
as the day goes on through time
we recollect our thoughts sublime
The sky its vivid hue of blue
soft billowy clouds are part of the view
poppy heads of scarlet red
wave their faces as if hands instead
Tiny white daisies barely seen
are too far down in the foliage green
but there alone with a beauty unique
a dandelion clock, past its floral peak
Then a gust of fresh air blew
up up and away those pretty seeds flew
way into a sky full of dreams
passed by rivers, lakes and streams
Until they settled in the earth bed
to prepare for the new seasons ahead
there it once stood all by itself
a dandelion clock, a sign of good health
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
No ones a winner in a war of attrition
All wanna be top dogs jostling position
These fake winners are losers, empty at best
minds that work with their hearts will attest
Give up being selfish, greedy or tough
Be patient take the smooth with the rough
A dreamer a thinker a go getter if you wish
Always remember you ain't number one fish
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Little boy Freddie was going out in the sun
with family and friends the day would be fun
They’d packed a picnic full of surprises
anticipation and excitement rises and rises
The bat and ball was placed in the car
a Frisbee, a football were we going far?
Next in line were a bucket & *****
and a parasol to keep us cool in the shade.
A wind breaker too, does that mean a beach?
Freddie screeched at the top of his speech!
Mum got a map, so we knew where to go
Sister Ellie, the sun cream avoids a red glow.
The neighbour given our spare set of keys
to care for our pet rabbits, Twinkle & Breeze.
Freddie was asked to get into his seat
Strapped in all ready, tidy & neat.
Ellie sat beside him and gave him a smile
are you ready? We’ll be here a while.
Mummy & Daddy went back inside
to fetch other things along for the ride.
Picnic food would be blowing Mum’s diet.
The biggest surprise was kept very quiet.
Little Freddie unaware did not have a clue
of what was to come, how about you?
The last things were placed on the roof rack
two suitcases of clothes all ready and packed.
Daddy was driving so got into his seat,
Mummy beside him with Google map sheet.
Our friends were already on their way.
We were off on holiday
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
My days are so lonely and puerile
They merge like the sun to the sea
My being is so empty and futile
Without you here I’m just not me

My tears when they fall burn like fire
They can’t understand why you’ve gone
My mind is a bird cut by wire
When it should’ve been singing its song

My emotions are just like tomorrow
They’re not healing or easing with time
My feelings of such pain and sorrow
Only you are my reason, my rhyme

My desolate thoughts too abundant
They’re all I have to hold on to
As a man I feel so redundant
Why can’t I be there with you?

My humour has all but given in
Laughter a thing of the past
A smile, a grin, a keep up your chin
Are my thoughts of you that will last!

My nights are so lonely and empty
They’re cold and so lacking in life
My heart it feels so heavy and weary
Without you my beautiful wife
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Playing with words is so good to do
But I don’t do it often enough.
Words I believe are healthy for you
But getting them right can be tough.
But tough is just a word you see,
So don’t get in too deep.
As words should only ever flow free!
They are never awake or asleep.
intense as they are when said such a way,
It’s easy to get it all wrong.
Whether it’s work or whether it’s play,
They will often come into song.
Being relaxed to find the words
Is all that you need to do,
This might sound strange or even absurd
You just have to trust in you!
To finish this off in a positive light
I think is the way to go
Otherwise I could be here all night
And then it’ll lose its flow.
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