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Reading to those passing over ..Oh I said .. I'd love to tape
your memories angel ..I used to visit and was invited to years
ago sit with angels that were alone and dying .. + my poetry .. ...

She Knew She Was Dying ..
I sat reading to an old old lady
Poetry from my file~
And she rested in a half thinking sleep
But listening all the while~
She moved over a little and glanced at me
And whispered in a little voice~
I know that I am dying .. But
I want you to know that's its my choice~
But .. She said I will miss the sunsets
The oceans on a cloudy day~
I will miss the Australian deserts wide
And my leafy walk just out back here by the way~
I will miss the birds that fly and sing
And all the spring blossom and the flowers too~
I ll miss the moon when its full and yellow
And Terry she said I ll miss the likes of you~
Mountains tall and hills so green
Valleys long and narrow~
Music .. She said .. Oh I ll miss music
And my flowers out there in that old wheel barrow~
I ll miss poetry
And life as its been for me on earth~
And I will miss the children too
But where I'm going has far greater worth~

Terrence Micha
My father how I loved him so
How in life I admired his strength of mind~
To endure all he indeed endured
Tp walk ahead and leave the past behind~
In his entire life since being born
He never was to do a wrong~
How I looked up to his being so
Tried to be half the man all along~
Regardless of lifes diversities
He always walked the straightest line~
A man who was ever true to himself
His values in life divine~
AA person so much one of his word
A gentle heart so good so true~
My father such a loving man
My dad the man I knew~
A free mason was he way back when
He lived his life above all wrong~
My dad ' my dad ' best friend Ive had
To me he remains my song~
How Ive strove to be half the man
My dad was in life to me~
From day one he knew the way
To do right till eternity~

Terrence michael Sutton
Copyright 1988
Some need to be re done / Read .. All true ..
terrence michael sutton
copyright 170
I last saw my father back long ago
Just a week before he died~
He asked me to sing him one more song
I did and half way through I cried~
He and mother were miles apart
It was no fault then of his own~
He was soon to be released of his pain
I did'nt know God was calling him back home~
His last request it was a song
And I sang to him as never before~
I've never sang that song again
Won't , can't sing it any more~
Please release me was his choice
He was then telling me something I did not know~
That was the last time that I saw my dad
I did'nt know it was about my mum its so~
She did'nt care about him
And less after he died~
But he was a dad like no other to me
If he could not perform miricles he tried~
I've never sang that song again
Can't hear it played right through~
And now and then just like back when
I hear that song played and don't know what to do~
But I know from past experiences
Things over time that have occured~
Every time they play that same song
I've a feeling he hears every word~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1970
As a younger man I sang so well still do
A well sung song can mend a broken heart
I taght dance ball room and also  hand jive
Away back in early days loved it all from start

I had a thing about the clacking of high heels
Upon cement with frocks worn swaying so
I guess I had a thing about bed room eyes
So many beautiful memories back to I can go

But there's something I still miss was that kiss
Lips clinging on for dearest ever life back then
Slow and as if the last one upon earth each time
How I loved a bach moon lit kiss away back when

I loved a perfume women wore longest time ago
Called  Blue Grass it had a way with me every time
I myself wore after shave called Joop or Jupe then
It too had an affect of romance seduction divine

I always had several suits made tailored perfectly
And Italian shoes Julios Marlo plus pums as to then
Dance an entire night away becoming part of same
Thoght those days and nights would never end

I remember being able to do the splits not anymore
Life was romance seduction even abandon some
Still got friends I made away back then somewhere
That would today bring a smile when life is glum

But above it all though the bricks of life might fall
I still do in all honest really still do ever so miss
The feeling That ran through me like loves lava
That ever lingering lip clinging longest loving kiss

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

The OH your not leaving tonight you can kiss ..
She Was ... MY MOTHER
A woman I once Knew ..
(TRUE but a song written as sung)

She was the best of the best
And the worst of the worst~
She traveled all over
And quenched every thirst~
When somethen was over
She d move on agen~
And only return
When and if she got the yen~
She d say what she thought
And no matter to whom~
One could never miss her
Even in a crowded room~
She d do as she pleased
And no matter what~
She was always herself
If they liked it or not~
Full of surprises
And one could never guess~
What wonderful things
She d make out of a mess~
When one thought they had her
They never had her at all~
Come rain or come shine
She always had a ball~
She lived her life to the limit
Come day or come night~
And when she made a statement
She was usually right~
She could dance she could love
She could see in the dark~
One vibrant woman
Who was always a spark~
She left no stone unturned
Missed nothen at all~
No matter who ever downed her
She always stood tall~
Everyone loved her so
And they hated her too~
That was everyone she met
And that was more than a few~
She spread so much laughter
And thrived on pure hell~
Nobody ever forgot her
They all knew her too well~
She could take anything on
And just as easy throw it away~
And go on regardless and
Live well another day~
She was all that she said she was
So she d say with pride~
She could welcome you home
And just as easy cast you aside~
There was more to this woman
Than anyone ever knew~
She could tell you a lie
And prove it was true~
She d play out a fantasy
And make it become real~
She had her own charisma
Never ever hid how she d feel~
She could sing like an angel
And then steal your heart~
and once she had gotten it
She d rip it apart~
Nobody ever owned her
She was her own soul~
She could act like a child
Or a woman so very old~
In her life she lived several lifetimes
And lived them all well~
She had her own brand of religion
And rang her own bell~
Everyone that knew her
They never ever knew why~
She could make so very happy
And then give you reason to cry~

( BUT I LOVED HER )

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.
A way to release
The moments I freeze
A chatter I couldn't cease
When nothing to appease
I wandered like an idiot
Came across HP by Elliot

On HP we socilise
The might of pen we realise
What if my poems don't trend?
My passion doesn't end....
No sunshine not given light
Yet HP has taken me to a new height

"Daily" never selected
Yet people appreciated
Made friends across the globe
Found a new ray of hope
A plateform for poetry
Love you dear HP!
Wrote few lines    Just to express my gratitude.....
Be willing to forge ahead
Make great usage of opportunity
Have that winning attitude
Be the beacon of light for all to see
Have the drive and motivation
Stay dedicated and do your best
Strength comes from within
Just put yourself through the test
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