POEMS TOO
A Mince Pie, A Sherry and a Tear
For
some Christmas goes with a bang
with parties every night
others spend it quietly with tears
and they end up looking a sight
Sitting alone and chilled to the bone
trying to keep warm by the fire
No one visits and no one cares
You know your spirits should be higher
A lone mince pie with tinsel around it
lies on a tray by your side
with a small glass of sherry
Next door you can hear
a party in full swing
with everyone sounding so merry
You dressed in your Sunday best
In the hope of a visit
from a family member or friend
but as midnight strikes
all alone you sit
it’s always the same in the end.
Eating the pie and downing the sherry
you sit back and heave a sigh
The sherry warms you where the fire did not
and you find yourself asking why?
So Christmas has been and gone
but it’ll be back next year
I suppose it’ll be spent in the same way
Alone with a mince pie, a sherry and a tear.
As drops of rain hit the spiders web
They spread across it like a sheet of
glass
Making the web look like a magical net
of colours
Changing it’s colours all the time like
the chameleon.
Through the window I watch
As the spider creeps further back
Into the little hole in the wall
Away from the pouring rain.
The web looking more and more like a
crystal
Hanging from a blossoming rose bush
As the sun creeps out from the clouds
Shining down it’s brilliant rays onto
the web.
How lovely it looks
That spiders home
Glistening in the sun
With all the colours of a rainbow.
Amazing to see
What can be made
With a spiders web
Some sun and some rain.
I sit alone inside my home
Wondering at the scene before me
As I sit there, I cannot help but think
That nature can bring beautiful things.
It’s 3 in the morning
I’m listening to the sounds of the night.
Cats yowling, dogs
barking
a couple of drunks having a fight.
Cars driving in the distance
the police helicopter followed by a
rushing police car or two
Then down the road where the man is on
nights
The sound of flushing of the outside
loo.
Noises coming from inside the house
The creaking of floorboards alert me
Is it the noise of things that go bump
in the night
No! It’s Mum going down for a cup of
tea.
Walking along, minding my own business
Happy in my thoughts of the day
Until the Echo’s of the past
Come back to haunt me
Bringing with them, memories
Along with all the insecurities
And self conciousness
That I thought were banished forever.
Echo’s of the past
My train of thought alters
To the bad memories of my childhood
Of children making fun and calling names
Making me feel angry and sad
But most of all self-conscious.
Echo’s of the past
Recalled by malicious tongues
Of babes in arms
Who were not even thought of
When my life was altered
By cruel words and jokes.
Echo’s of the past
Denting my armour
That took years to straighten out
Sending my happy thoughts away
And bringing back my low self esteem
Leaving me with tears in my eyes.
I’m
on my way to nowhere land
Looking
for the said same nowhere man
To
hear if he now has a point of view
On
what I could possibly, maybe do
To
escape the madness of this world we live in
Hoping
to meet the man who could not win.
I’d
like to see just where he lives
And
just how peaceful it really is
Maybe
I could one day move there
Live
a life without a care
Not
really feeling sad and lonely
As
there is someone not far away, someone like me
Mr
Nowhere man
Tell
me what you can
Tell
me, where are you?
I
can’t see what you do
Tell
me where you go
For
I just don’t know.
I
want to live in a land like you
not
needing to think and with nothing to do
Seeing
all but saying nothing
not
caring if anyone hears you sing
Songs
out of tune and out of time
There
is no reason to this rhyme
So I think
I’ll finish at the end
With my
regards to you I send
May I
visit you sometime again
When my
life is such a pain
Until that
day does arrive
I will say
to you, Goodbye.
The Liverbirds
are crying once more
And I am
weeping too
Last time it
was for Hillsborough
This time it
is for you.
Our dear
Princess Diana
With the heart
so warm and true
So caring
wherever you went
and everything
you used to do.
How can I
overcome this grief I feel
of the loss of
a Princess so fair
Who always had
a special smile
that was
filled with tender, loving care.
A Princess who
filled our hearts with hope
A fragile
rose, so beautiful and rare
Who would
willingly tread
Where most do
not dare.
The world will
never be the same
Without our
Queen of Hearts
And as we
remember your beautiful smile
That’s when
the crying starts.
The pain
spears through to the core
and a tear
comes to my eye
For a special
Queen of Hearts
Our dearest
Princess Di.
Once upon a moonlit sky
And stars shone all around.
A baby boy was born to be
A star upon the ground.
An angel in his younger days
With hair so fair and eyes so blue.
Grew up to be a gift from God
That baby boy was you.
So handsome and some times kind
When you want to be
As we watch you grow
These qualities we see.
Thoughtful and loving
In all that you do
There’s pride in our eyes
When we look at you.
One morning I woke up to the news
That a little angel was born
Her mother cradled her in her arms
As night made way for dawn.
Upon first sight, I could see
What mischief she would be
By the sparkle in her blue, blue eyes
That reminded me of summer skies
I was proved right
As the little girl grew
So mischievous and beautiful
That’s how I describe you.
Christmas time is here again
The children squeal with joy
To celebrate a historic event
The birth of a baby boy.
It happened, oh so long ago
But still we remember with cheer
The moment all the angels sang
Jesus Christ is here.
So, God bless to all this Christmas time
I hope your dreams come true
And always remember that first Christmas time
If you should ever feel blue.