Here I sit behind the tree,
A howling wind encompasses me,
It feels so cold, my face like ice,
I feel I’m trapped in natures vice.

The wind she cries her incessant wail,
While trees all shudder in the gale,
As branches in the wind, they clatter,
It sounds as if they start to chatter.

The moon himself hides in the cloud,
As if some sacred ethereal shroud,
No visible signs of life I see,
As louder screams this natural banshee.

Now heavily start the drops of rain,
The trees start creaking, so much strain,
From the skies, an almighty crack,
As lightning streaks through skies so black.

The storm grows near, I sit and wait,
Stare down this tempest seems my fate,
The skies now glow electric white,
So hard to tell if day or night.

A sense of foreboding overwhelms,
As shadows dance among the elms,
With the scent of sulphur the air is tinged,
As warily I sit in the shadow of the wind.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Whilst sitting alone, I had a wee thought,
Could I write me a poem that’s simple and short?
Just four quaint lines with no fuss and no mess,
And so it would seem that the answer is yes!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Simple things and simple treasures,
Simple times with simple pleasures,
From lapping waves to singing birds,
Simple thoughts and simple words.
Simple deeds, give lasting impressions,
Simple facts, bring important lessons,
A generous act will go a long way,
Simple things, for a simply perfect day.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I mention tears, you think of sad,
I mention tears, I think of glad.
Tears are shared in love and laughter,
Tears we share in memories ever after.

Tears of grief, or tears of joy,
Tears at the birth of each girl and boy.
Shed no tears we men are told,
But tears show strength, they make us bold.

Tears of love, or tears of hate,
Tears we cry, defined by fate.
So think of tears, but not of sad,
Just think of tears in moments glad.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Three simple words I say to you,
That many use, but meant by few,
Please keep them safely in your heart,
To keep you warm when we’re apart,
Three simple words that I hold true,
That simply spell out, I Love You.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Time is precious, time is rare,
We rarely have time to spare,
Rushing round there, or rushing round here,
Just time for this poem, I’m beginning to fear.

It drags while we work, yet flies while we play,
Years passing by, yet it feels like a day,
In childhood we hate it, especially in school,
As adults we curse it, we work to its rule.

Time lacks compassion, time lacks a heart,
Watching on gleefully, keeping loved ones apart,
Time brings us life, but it also brings death,
Time does not care if we breathe our last breath.

Time, without doubt is the greatest Dictator,
Time will not stand for doing things later,
Time is the future, time is the past,
Time is not slow, time is not fast.

Whatever we do is defined by our time,
Things I could do instead of this rhyme,
Time is relentless, it still marches on,
And will continue its journey, long after I’m gone.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I walk the empty streets at night,
Nothing moves within my sight,
The rain soaked pavements, with orange glow,
Neon lights put on their show.

No one sees me in the darkness,
Deserted shops, completely soulless,
Eerie and mournful are the sounds of the dark,
Scurrying creatures at large in the park.

Still I wander here alone,
Looking for places to make my home,
Searching out things to eat,
Litter bins with scraps of meat.

Amazing just what things I find,
Such wasteful people, you are so kind,
The things you bin, it’s quite unreal,
But no complaints from me, an easy meal.

Skulking round, silent, wary,
Remaining unseen, as some people fear me,
I don’t see why, it’s scraping a living,
You look down your nose, yet you’re hardly forgiving.

I have many guises; I have no set form,
To your sense of society, I’m far from the norm,
I just don’t fit in; I don’t have a place,
You can tell that I’ve lived, by the miles in my face.

Neither your comfort nor blessings are things that I seek,
I only have time for those people that speak,
No sneers or a snarl, an attitude that is selfless,
With a pound or kind word for those of us homeless.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation