In the mists of time, I have missed you, and I can never forget you, because you meant everything to me, and now missing you, is but a painful memory, and in the time since time has eroded, my feelings leaving me questioning, what the reality was really, and life after seems so different to…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
In the mirror
In the mirror, reflections of you, a gentle fragility, a gentle you, facing yourself, looking at yourself, sometimes over analysing yourself, sometimes being too hard on yourself and critical, sometimes being complimentary too, and always being truly aware of yourself, doing your makeup in the mirror, being positive, being negative, looking wonderful, looking awful, feeling…
In the mind
Close your eyes, and take some time in the mind and unwind, because the body lays on the floor still warm, yes, take some time and pay it no mind, blood everywhere, yeah, yeah, blood everywhere, bits of the human brain, and a wallet with rolls of money in, fella will never be the same,…
In the mind’s eye
In the mind, I wander upon a thought, I picture you there without a pause, I revel in the vision of you, and I feel your warmth, and with each moment, as elegant as a ballet, your smile it gives me strength, and such hope, and in happiness, you carry me to the eternal joyous…
In the little lanes
In the little lanes, in and out of the rain with an umbrella in hand, on the way, on the way to a ferry to Spain, oh, what a glorious thought to be so far away, so far away, far away from the grey, for a week, a month, and come what may, no matter…
In the light
In the light, in the bright bright light, in the light, I come alive, I come alive, and I thrive, I thrive in the light, and it rouses me into gentility, but it gives me strength, strength as I sit, and I grow in it, and with every ray, how warm it is, and how…
In the kindness
In the kindness of strangers, may you find your way, and in their company, may you be surprised, and may they bring light to your day, for in every person there is goodness, come whatever bringeth the day.
In the hullabaloo
In the hullabaloo of you, in the hullabaloo of you, you are agitated and discombobulated, in the hullabaloo of you, for you do not know what you want, and you do not know you, so, in the hullabaloo of you, would you please try to remain calm, for I do not want to cause you…
In the ground below
In the ground below, my sleeping friend, you lay, you lay as my sorrow flows, for it has not been that long, and I am in pain, that you had to go, and I wish it was not so, and as my tears they fall to the Earth, my heart aches and I am broken…
In the footsteps
In the footsteps that you walk, in the words that you say, and with whom you talk, and in the heart and the mind, do not let negative retorts disturb you, and ignore those ignorant few, who are less courteous than you, and do not let those ignorant few bully you, and do not let…
