Happiness is a smiling face,
The tender feel of a loving embrace,
Happiness is a cheeky kiss,
Finding that person to fill the abyss.

Happiness is the love of a child,
Soothing your soul, whenever you’re riled,
Happiness is a person to love,
Whose hand fits yours just as a glove.

Happiness is an enchanting smile,
Or stunning eyes that simply beguile,
Happiness is simply me and you,
Feeling content, no longer blue.

Happiness is a simple walk,
Hand in hand, and easy talk,
Happiness is just the two of us,
A person over who, we both can fuss.

Happiness is a person, who knows what you mean,
By a wink or a nod that nobody has seen,
Happiness is simple, and certainly great,
So grab some yourself, before it’s too late.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Silent, desolate, dark and cold,
Its sordid secrets remain untold,
Ghostly, eerie, bleak and scary,
Rats scurrying by, all black and furry.

Alone, afraid, alarmed, alert,
There’s something crawling through the dirt,
I mustn’t panic, I must keep calm,
The creatures here can cause me harm.

What was that? I want to scream,
I wish this was a nasty dream,
I want my home, I want my bed,
Instead I’m worried, filled with dread.

A flash of light, a violent rumble,
As now the skies begin to grumble,
A spot of rain, then ***** of hail,
And now the wind begins to wail.

Disorientated, confused, filled with fear,
Why the hell did I crash near here?
A patch of ice? A spot of oil?
As further from the wreck I toil.

Wet, weary, wandering, lost,
I must find help at any cost,
A coin decided stay or leave,
My god, that wind, I cannot breathe.

The others left, depend on me,
I’ll save them all, just wait and see,
FOCUS MAN, maintain your thought,
The path ahead has dangers fraught.

I’ll rest a mo, this walks a bind,
I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind,
The rain falls hard, the mud grows deep,
I’m tired, I could use a sleep.

I think I’ll rest up by that tree,
I feel like someone’s here with me,
I’m sure I’ve walked this path before,
That’s quite absurd, but yet I’m sure.

I spot a mound and a cross of wood,
Respect for one that rests for good,
A weary traveller laid to rest?
I hope their soul is safely blessed.

The mound protects me from the storm,
It’s strangely cosy, safe and warm,
I spot some etchings in the grain,
MY GOD! This grave, it bears MY name!

A tortured spirit I clearly am,
I must have failed my fellow man,
To walk this path, eternally forced,
A haunted soul, a lonely ghost.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Tick tock, tick tock,
The incessant noise of that ****** clock,
The seconds march through minutes to hours,
And soon the sun shall warm the flowers.

Can anyone stop that chronological beat?
As this lack of sleep I try to cheat,
A million things race through my mind,
To chart a future as yet defined.

My music plays to pass the time,
To lose that annoying hourly chime,
The tunes would normally soothe my soul,
But finding slumber, my only goal.

The neighbours’ dog and its eerie howl,
I lie awake, just moan and scowl,
It sounds just like a hound from hell,
Another lonely soul it seems, as well.

As if coyote to the moon,
Across the night its cries are strewn,
I long to hear its baying cease,
So I can lay back here in peace.

The time flies on towards the morn,
And another day I face with scorn,
I’m blessed with life, I should be glad,
But such bad luck, it drives me mad.

A simple life is all I seek,
With some excitement found each week,
A life like this, just can’t be hard,
But now insomnia plays its card.

To find the life, for which I long,
I must stay focused, I must stay strong,
This very task plays on my mind,
And why this lack of sleep’s a bind.

So many things I have to do,
To start this life, both bold and new,
All these thoughts sweep through my brain,
And why I lie awake with the strain.

To just up sticks and move away,
Sounds like heaven to me I say,
Which friends to lose, which friends to keep,
Explains my current lack of sleep.

Always nice, and seldom cruel,
Has always left me played the fool,
Cast aside, I’m usually brushed,
But now stand tall before I’m crushed.

I shut my eyes, lie on my bed,
As all these thoughts dance round my head,
So I pray the lord, my soul to keep,
As finally I succumb to sleep.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I've said I write with rhyme and reason,
To change my style, an inner treason?
Or merely just the change of season?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

When first are born, we are timid new,
We have no opinions, we have no view,
These will grow as will we through years,
Our curiosity increasing, as will our fears.

An infant life, a joy to hold,
Your dreams for them, impressive, bold,
All you hope is a life well lived,
A happy life for your most precious gift.

Never forgetting that teary eye,
When hearing their first earthly cry,
They seem so small, held in your hands,
This tiny being with big demands.

Their life to you they do entrust,
Somedays they’ll leave you so hard pushed,
But for them, you’ll give your all,
To help them stand so proud and tall.

They’ll look to you so worldly wise,
To wipe the tears from their eyes,
All you say, the utmost truth,
Such is the trusting nature of youth.

All we can do, is give our best,
Cheer them up when they’re depressed,
Be that shoulder on which to lean,
And our trusty tissue to keep them clean.

A child is our ultimate task,
Providing answers to all they ask,
Be it girl, or be it boy,
They’ll always fill our lives with joy.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I sit besides the waters edge,
For thoughts and reasons, my mind I dredge,
The winter wind blows hard and chill,
But here I sit and wonder still.

No answers to my questions why,
Despite how many times I try,
Each one I find has many flaws,
But to no avail, the choice was yours.

The things you said I will not say,
Our time together now cast away,
Yes it’s true, things moved so fast,
But did that mean it couldn’t last?

New friends I made, please say goodbye,
As now it seems it’s time to fly,
There is so much I need to say,
But I’ll take that pain and fuel my day.

The scent of smoky factory plumes,
As deep inside my anger fumes,
The lighthouse catches the winter sun,
To try and stop me feeling glum.

So now it’s time to start anew,
Of times like these, I’ve had a few,
And that is why I’ve penned this verse,
To stop my mood from getting worse.

We’ve heard them all in years gone by,
But yet we still think our parents wise,
Of all the comments I heard while still a youth,
My parents wise?  I need more proof!

The words to follow may not rhyme,
But sentences familiar to all through time,
If said by kids, we’d be classed as dumb,
But gems of wisdom when said by mum.

“Never takes sweets from strangers!”
But the man in the shop, I don’t know him,
Is he a safe stranger, or trust him not,
If I ask his name, can I take them then?

“Always hold the door open”
Who for, and how many?
If I leave the door open you always moan,
And you know “I wasn’t born in a barn”, you were there remember.

How many times did I hear “I want doesn’t get!”
Yes it does, I always got a clout,
But then you tell me “If you don’t ask you don’t get”
Jeez mum, make your ****** mind up.

“Watching too much telly will give you square eyes”
No it doesn’t, I asked the optician,
And as for never go to bed on an argument,
You’d shout at us for arguing, then send us to bed, *** and kettle I think there!

“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”
What a real gem this is, you only ever told us after the event, great strategy,
And that saving money for a rainy day crap,
We never went out when it rained, sound fiscal policy that one.

Of course we all got told about running to mum with broken legs,
Should we fall out of that tree we were climbing,
Or to never leave the house with wet hair,
But we couldn’t keep her waiting when coming out of the pool, so confusing!

“Men are very different creatures to women” I very often heard,
This is true; men wouldn’t be so daft,
But with a mum we’ve all been blessed,
Cos don’t forget “that mums know best!!!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Our time on Earth is short and brief,
Our parting causes loved ones grief,
My mortal shell has passed and gone,
Though my immortal soul, shall journey on.

From earliest of days, my life I’ve shared
I’ve laughed and cried, with love I’ve cared,
I’ve raised a family, they do me proud,
I can hold my head high in any crowd.

You see today through teary eye,
Sadness wells, I know not why,
My life on Earth was not so sad,
So think of me in moments glad.

A funeral day is all remorse,
A mournful day, I know of course,
But life was bright, always jolly,
So think of happiness, not melancholy.

No days went by without my smile,
So think of me and pause a while,
Don’t think of me when sadness looms,
But smile for me when laughter booms.

To you today I leave this phrase,
My time on Earth you can’t erase,
My time on Earth was done you see,
So raise those smiles, no tears for me.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

Life is life, embrace it, live it,
You have so much, so let go and give it,
You are unique, you have such gifts,
You cannot know whose life it lifts.

Just be yourself, as born to be,
Display your qualities for all to see,
To change yourself to impress another,
Will lead to pain and make you suffer.

No one can know what lies in wait,
To some it’s destiny, or maybe fate,
So face your life and wear a smile,
Just don’t forget to use your guile.

The path you tread, is yours to choose,
Some days you’ll win, some days you’ll lose,
These words aren’t reckless, strained or wild,
Just guidance I longed for as a child.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Who’s more foolish, the fool or ones who follow?
Humbled again, her pride she must swallow,
Understanding a man, she should know better,
He’s just playing his game, and soon he’ll forget her.

To play with ones feelings, a terrible game,
Deep down inside, there must be no shame,
Toying with one with a heart on their sleeve,
No cares for their feelings, intending to leave.

People with ego are driven inside,
They think they’re the best and can’t be denied,
To men driven like this, using people each day,
A woman has a phrase she can easily say.

You think you are easily her greatest lover,
Conquest is done, now on to another,
To you she will say, a creature of habit,
“You will not be missed, I still have my rabbit”.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I write with a reason, I write with a rhyme,
I write when I'm bored, just killing the time,
I write with emotion, I write when I'm blue,
I write them for me, but I share them with you,
You may think them good, you may think them bad,
They may even be, just some passing fad,
But I write with a reason and I write with a rhyme,
And I write them for me, is that such a crime?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I’ve stood where you are upon that ledge,
And teetered on that very edge,
Been summoned into Satan’s lair,
His scheming fuelled my own despair.

My darkest days, with no way out,
No one heard me scream and shout,
The future looming, scary, stark,
No light ahead, just constant dark.

My every move dug a deeper hole,
To escape this mire, my only goal,
There seemed no end to all this strife,
The logic now, to end my life.

To ease my suffering, to ease my pain,
To put an end to all this strain,
And so I stood upon that ledge,
To take the step from off that edge.

A seconds pause, a momentary blink,
But time enough to stop and think,
What made me stop, I could not say,
But that’s the reason I’m here today.

It made me stop, it made me think,
It brought me back from on the brink,
I realised all the good things I had,
My life itself was not that bad.

I had my children with love so true,
To end my life would leave them blue,
I had no choice, I had to stay,
And face my perils, day by day.

So when you think all hope is lost,
And you must escape at any cost,
Before you face the hounds of hell,
There are people in life that need you as well.

© 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

What if life was a prison cell?
Each day chalked off in living hell,
What if death was our release?
What if death was inner peace?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

To those with kids, it’s the phrase from hell,
One that makes you want to yell,
No matter how many times you try,
You always end up with “but why?”

They look at you with such sad eyes,
Thinking you’ll tell them something wise,
Or even worse, they start to cry,
But still you hear that cursed “but why?”

For things done wrong, you start to shout,
When we were young, that earned a clout,
We stood there coy, we stood there shy,
And so we asked that phrase “but why?”

We were no different when we were kids,
Told off for banging on bin lids,
And yes, I often heard that sigh,
When of my parents, I asked “but why?”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

If is a wish, if is a dream,
If is a hope when things aren’t as they seem,
If is a yearning when life throws its worst,
If is escape for days that seem cursed.

If is release, if is desire,
If is the fuel feeding loves fire,
If is the longing for those that are lonely,
If is the wanting, the words are “If only”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

They claim that it is better to have loved and lost,
But is that true? And at what cost?
Letting someone in to break your heart,
Or let it ache when you’re apart.

Our children receive our undying love,
The greatest of gifts from the heavens above,
But sharing the same for the partner we choose?
Actions dictate if we love or we lose.

Love is wonderful, love is grand,
Couples walking hand in hand,
But love is evil, love brings hate,
Love is impatient, it will not wait.

“I love you” is such a special phrase,
But Valentine’s is just a commercial craze,
I like you, almost says “hey, you’re ok!”
But it’s a more realistic thing to say.

Some people wear their hearts on sleeve,
But hearts like these can frequently grieve,
A heart like this could be my own,
Maybe it’s fated to be alone?

A wry old cynic, it could be said,
But merely penning what’s in my head,
People they long for the thrill of romance,
But often it’s just a merry dance.

I’d rather say what’s on my mind,
Warm, sincere, thoughtful kind,
By saying something I hold true,
And stating now, that “I like you!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

From roaring seas, to rolling hills,
At one with nature, cures all my ills,
Through green of grass, or blue of sky,
I close my eyes and hear natures cry.

From song of bird, to buzz of bee,
Nature’s voice is clear to me,
Through breath of wind, or tear of rain,
Our planet tries to show her pain.

We bleed her dry, we **** her land,
As profit and greed, go hand in hand,
Despite all she offers to help us live,
We still demand for more to give.

Too many live lives just for today,
While Mother Earth is left to pay,
Now is the time to save tomorrow,
Or the age of man will end in sorrow.

My time on Earth was short and brief,
My parting caused my loved ones grief,
My mortal shell has passed and gone,
Though my immortal soul, shall journey on.

Though years may pass, the memories stay,
I miss my family more each day,
I know how much you loved me dear,
And though unseen, I’m always here.

Those magic faces, with fromage frais,
And cheeky smiles for mummy, Rae,
To my younger brothers sadly unseen,
I would have been, of course, your queen.

And Dad, just think of all those rows,
Cos I’d prefer the low cut blouse!
But I know I’ll always be your baby,
For I am surely three times a lady.

You see today through teary eye,
Sadness wells, I know not why,
My life on Earth was not so sad,
So think of me in moments glad.

My funeral day was all remorse,
A mournful day, I know of course,
But life was bright, always jolly,
So think of happiness, not melancholy.

No days went by without my smile,
So think of me and pause a while,
Don’t think of me when sadness looms,
But smile for me when laughter booms.

To you today I leave this phrase,
My time on Earth you can’t erase,
My time on Earth was done you see,
So raise those smiles, no tears for me.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

The dawn she breaks, so calm and still,
Her wispy breath, the morning chill,
The morning dew, the land she’s kissed,
Her soft perfume, the swirling mist.

The birds all sing her playful tune,
To lift the fading night times gloom,
Her daily role, to ease our way,
As we prepare to face our day.

Her task begins, as the sun shall rise,
To force his way into our eyes,
Her daily chores, to her no bind,
As we begin our daily grind.

Her task complete, she greets the morn,
As we still struggle, that stifled yawn,
She fades away, as day grows bright,
Until tomorrow, to replace the night.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

Damnations fire, it grows ever near,
A future so bright, becomes unclear,
Repenting my sins, hope stares on aghast,
Paying the price for crimes of past.

I am mere mortal, of weak mind and soul,
Temptation prevented me reaching my goal,
Harassed and tormented for all eternity,
My past, still it continues to haunt me.

The day will come, I know it well,
When I must stare down the hounds of hell,
Of this day, I am not scared,
For in my mind, I’m well prepared.

As child I was told I would always be forgave,
A mere lie to comfort you in your grave,
For of your soul, Satan wants his slice,
The sins of youth, an eternal price.

I see the world with honest eyes,
The crimes of man are no surprise,
Treating the planet as we do,
The very same fate awaits for you.

You may well pray for your salvation,
And of your sins ask redemption,
What would you do, and at what cost,
If you found out that all hope was lost?

My advice would be so simple, clear,
Just live your life without such fear,
Confess your sins week after week,
If that’s the solace that you seek.

Instead I’ll face my evil with a smile,
Confront it with both tact and guile,
I can’t outpace eternal rest,
For Satan wants me as his guest.

I’m not quite ready to join him yet,
He’ll continue to test, he won’t forget,
But I have five reasons to spoil his fun,
With them behind me, it’s a long time till I’m done.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

What drives me on through every day?
An exact reason, it’s hard to say,
I have my children, love so true,
Should I need more, should that not do?

But I have a fire that burns so deep,
Fuelled by tears I cannot weep,
My darkest thoughts I keep inside,
Where pain exists and cannot hide.

This burning flame its pain grows worse,
And this is when I write my verse,
Shy, secret, insecure,
You doubt that’s me, but me, I’m sure.

Confident, cocky, arrogant, fool,
A man who always keeps his cool,
A clown who laughs when life it frowns,
Alas a front, inside hope drowns.

A secret soul, with few I share,
Gratitude eternally, for the few that care,
I listen daily to other’s strife,
But few are there to guide my life.

A helping hand, a listening ear,
But few are there for me I fear,
My secrets hid behind secret walls,
For when I share, my world it falls.

Each time I build them even higher,
But of this task, inside I tire,
I’m always one on who you depend,
I’m always there a loyal friend.

But now I need this help for me,
I need the world to stop and see,
I can’t be the one that’s always strong,
As hard as it seems, my world’s gone wrong.

I rarely moan, hardly complain,
But where’s my help to heal my pain?
How do I stop things getting worse?
Simple, I put them in my verse.

An honest poem, with simple truth,
To ease my pain, I think of youth,
The smiles upon my children's faces,
With this thought, my pain erases.

© 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

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

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

I sit confused in my lonely room,
An overwhelming sense of impending doom,
I see no light, sense only gloom,
Whatever it is, it’ll be here soon.

The room grows dim, the light turns dark,
Outside the dogs begin to bark,
A faint red light, an ethereal spark,
A future cold, so bleak and stark.

I sense the demons, far and near,
Salvation has no place in here,
As down my cheek slides a lonely tear,
The reaper comes for me I fear.

Death you demon, come do your worst,
My time on Earth was always cursed,
In your ways and methods, I am well versed,
Of demonic souls, you are not my first.

I’ve sat and faced the hounds of hell,
I’ve breathed upon deaths evil smell,
I’ve heard many the chime of deaths final knell,
I fear you why? Please, come, do tell.

From first I was born, I was destined to die,
You hold no fear, no question why,
Your reasons cold, your methods sly,
Those left behind, I hear their cry.

Death is release, as life is cruel,
I fear you not, I am no fool,
To you I walk, as child to school,
To fight with death, a pointless duel.

As soon as born, death waits us all,
As sure as landing awaits a fall,
As fish in net, death brings his trawl,
Yet I fear you not, I await your call.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation