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  May 2016 Paul Gilhooley
summer
she hides
her tears
in the
rain.

she walks
around with
her heart
on her
sleeve.

she talks
about all
the things
everyone else
is too
afraid to
mention.

she thinks
about way
too many
things but
can still
force a
smile.

she knows
that in
order to
be loved,
you gotta
love yourself
first.

And that's
what she
is trying
to do.
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
Paul Simon wrote of sitting at a railway station,
With a ticket for his destination,
A cool autumn morn, and I’m doing the same,
Penning my thoughts, while awaiting my train.

A nice warm coffee cupped in my hand,
My trusty pen, the poet’s wand,
More travellers arrive, their tickets purchase,
While I just sit, composing verses.

My I-Pod blasts out Thin Lizzy live,
The music helps my poem thrive,
People staring, I'm deep in thought,
Me thinks this poem won’t be short.

The train arrives, of course its late,
So much to do, I cannot wait,
We pass through villages, towns and fields,
The lonely scarecrow, no secrets he yields.

The stunning views sure do amaze,
As we journey on through drizzly haze,
The farmer’s fields and their misty shroud,
As I travel further from maddening crowd.

Through the cloud comes a shaft of light,
Then forms a rainbow, bold and bright,
You see the world with a different view,
Or perhaps not, as we pass through Crewe.

Great, sods law, one working loo,
And yes of course, there’s quite a queue,
I-Pod still belting out the tunes,
As along the track, the train it zooms.

Ahh, now my destination is in sight,
Now a cracking day and drunken night,
A time to catch up with good friends,
And where both Journey, and poem ends.*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013
A poem penned on the spot that Paul Simon allegedly wrote "Homeward Bound", while waiting for a train myself.  Did the ghosts of the past inspire my words?
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
The dogs they bark, the seagulls cry,
As time and tide just drift on by.
The joggers bound along the prom,
Their pounding feet go on and on.

The children play down on the sand, 
Bucket and ***** tight in their hand.
It takes me back to times I played,
Proud of each sandcastle I had made.

The sun so hot, the sea so calm,
People bathe without fear of harm.
Children paddle on the sandy shore,
Captivated by the seas hypnotic roar.

The sun it hangs bright in the sky,
The gentle breeze a passing sigh.
The panoramic view, a sight to see,
This sure feels like heaven to me.

A soothing way to pass each day,
To let my cares just drift away.
To live like this, such satisfaction,
The sounds of man, a sad distraction.

The seagulls flock to a piece of bread,
While a playful seal pops up his head.
Off he goes with a sudden swish,
Returning quickly with a fish.

The sun still beats so stifling hot,
Children’s ice creams all melt and drop.
The smell of oil wafts through the air,
The bathers’ skin, cooked medium rare.

To summers days like this I miss,
Memories filled of childhood bliss.
The days roll on, the years go by,
But now I just dream on and sigh.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
Tick tock tick tock,
The relentless ticking of the clock,
Click, click, click, click,**
The second hand groans on every tick.

The empty room, the sounds of silence,
The buildings creaks, a melodic violence,
Alone, deserted, remorseless gloom,
It feels as if I’m in a tomb.

The doors are open, the lights are on,
But people visiting, alas there’s none,
No sound of banter, no sound of laughter,
Simple company is all I’m after.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
I sit alone, I wonder why,
My life once bright, now upside down,
I fight the tears, I want to cry,
The smile I wore is now a frown.

I wonder why, I sit perplexed,
My mind a blank, I’m so confused,
Deceived by you, I’m feeling vexed,
No reason why, hence I’m bemused.

The smile I wear, merely a shroud,
My inner soul has formed a shell,
The joker playing to the crowd,
Disguising pain of inner hell.

This happy chap, once so bold,
Always one to laugh and joke,
Is torn in two, and feels so old,
His strength is gone, his feelings choke.

A dark and lonely, dreary place,
A tortured soul, all hope is gone,
A pale, gaunt look upon my face,
Where once was happiness, now there’s none.

You played your game and more fool me,
I share some blame, of this that’s true,
I will be back, just wait and see,
A stronger man, all thanks to you!

I’ve been a fool, deceived by lust,
You preyed on me, when I was down,
But you lost my heart, when you lost my trust,
And soon this joker shall lose his frown.

We live and learn in all we do,
As long as I learn from these mistakes,
But now I’ll find somebody true,
One to save this soul that aches.

A person warm, a soul like me,
A kindred spirit, alike in mind,
A lonely fish in a stormy sea,
One to share, the life we find.

This person exists, I know it now,
A soul mate true, a life long friend,
Our paths will cross, I care not how,
To share my life until it’s end.*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
Regret not mistakes made in the past,
That decision’s made, that die is cast,
Life will change in so many ways,
Don’t let the past destroy future days.

One life to live, one life to share,
One chance to show how much you care,
Life isn’t measured in what you achieve,
But more upon what impression you leave.

Some days you’ll love, some days you’ll hate,
Those days dictated by your fate,
Each day of life will prove a test,
But in each day, just do your best.

Life is hope, life is dreams,
Some days alone, or so it seems,
Each day is exciting, each day is new,
But ultimately, each day is lived by you.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014
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