POEMS

The little men have started work
Bang, thud, on and on.
Over and over never stopping
harder and louder they go.

Not caring about the pain they cause
or hearing the messages to stop.
All my attempts to make them, fail
And I end up feeling low.

How they hurt me those little men

With their tools inflicting pain

In my head they constantly work

Slowly driving my insane

SITTING ON A SNOWFLAKE.

Sitting on a snowflake.

High up in the sky.

Passing all the grey clouds.

While the rainbows sigh.

Sitting on a snowflake.

Looking all around.

Wondering where we’ll land.

When we finally reach the ground.

Sitting on a snowflake.

Looking down below.

Seeing all the children.

With their faces aglow.

Sitting on a snowflake.

This is what I see.

Adults with mixed feelings.

And children filled with glee.

Sitting on a snowflake.

It’s the only way to fly.

Viewing all the beauty on the ground.

Whilst floating slowly from the sky.

This poem was written one night inspired by the tragedy that occurred aboard the Titanic. It is a ‘Titanic’ poem, over 3 pages long. All I can say about this poem is that when lying half asleep on my bed these words came flowing thick and fast into my mind and I knew I had to write them down as quickly as possible. I finished writing it at 3am that morning. After writing it I felt totally emotionally drained. I hope you enjoy reading it

Fate

My Lady was bored one day and so decided
we would travel to distant shores.
"Fate may ensure we meet our true loves," she said
"Come, rich and handsome men await"
So I packed her trunks, for us to go
and at Southampton we arrived, with trunks piled high,
on the first part of our journey to America,
aboard a floating palace, to meet our fates, in the land of freedom.

And it was there, in the lounge, for Valets and Ladies maids,
that fate took a hand and I met true love.
Handsome he was, rich, he was not,
just one of the valet's hired to pamper a Lord.
He, who had nothing, had kindness and gentleness in abundance.
I could cope with my Lady's moans and spoiled attitude every day,
knowing that he will be waiting there for me every night, on deck
for our secret meetings, under the stars, we would walk hand in hand.

So in love were we, it shone from our eyes and in our smiles.
My lover, for that is what he became one night,
when I finally knew my fate was to be with him.
A sweet tender moment that I will cherish forever.
My Lady, jealous of the glow in my eyes,
tried out of spite to stop those precious times we shared.
But our love found a way and while the rich danced
we were walking along the deck, on the starboard side.

Walking hand in hand, loving each other even more with every step
Stopping only so that my lover and I could kiss.
Oh! His kiss, like the gentle touch of a summer's breeze.
Brushing my lips so softly, so sweetly.
Looking into each other’s eyes, seeing our fate,
marriage, children and a future, full of our love.
Glorying in the knowledge of how great our love was
and what was surely to be.

Once more, looking at my lover's face, expecting to see his smile
but seeing only a wide-eyed look of horror as he looks beyond me.
Turning as he grips me tight, I see what our fate is truly to be.
An iceberg, so close, too close, tall wide and destructive.
"Oh dear lord in heaven" my lover cries as he rushes me away,
"we must alert our Lord and Lady," he whispers as we go below.
And so we part, my lover and I, to our respective employers we serve.
During the rush to board the lifeboats, I search with my eyes to see my love.

Of the Lord and my true love there is no sign
in the aftermath of activity to escape,
and all I can do is pray to the lord to keep him safe
and hope, that he is on one of the other lifeboats.
We all watched in horror as the unsinkable ship sank
being torn apart, hearing the screams of the dying,
as the palatial ship plunged to the bottom of the sea,
taking the lives of those who were not allowed on boats to escape.

The wave that followed the sinking of that unsinkable palace
rocked the boat in which my Lady and I did sit
but as one violent wave hit, I felt myself falling.
Falling backwards into the ice-cold waters to my fate.
The freezing waters soaked me, numbing me,
only kept afloat by the life jacket I wore,
the screams from the boat saying "reach out for my hand"
where mingled with the moans of those dying, freezing in the sea.

Being pulled back in, I shivered uncontrollably,
it seems fate wishes me to live after all.
Being rubbed down with a blanket, by a Dowagers Maid
We were all trying to stay hopeful, blocking out the cries from around.
At last the rescue ship arrives, and now we know that we shall not die,
I sit alone, waiting, for my love to return to me,
trying not to remember the night's events, which started with love
and ended with the horror and fear of death.

Around me sit the riches; fretting for their lost worldly goods
but none of it touches me, for I am still numb.
The icy waters surround my heart;
for I now know my love has died.
Not a tear can I cry, or a sound I can make.
Longing to scream, at the spoiled young woman around me
to "stop their whinging about their diamonds and pearls for
there are things more precious in this world that have been lost"

None of those words are uttered as
I sit in silence to mourn my lost love
and accept that my Fate it seems,
is never to find true love again.
A year to the day that my true love died.
I stand-alone with babe in arms, staring at the gravestone,
which marks the place where my true love lies.
A single flower, a rose, I gently place and lovingly touch his name.

I Begin to Wish

As I look up into the sky
I begin to wish that I could Fly
And as I watch the birds soar above
I begin to wish I were in love

As I feel the sun on my face
I wish I was wearing a dress of Satin and Lace
And as I watch some children play
I begin to wish for my own one day

As I smell the freshly cut grass upon the ground
I begin to wish you were still around
As I close my eyes I hear your voice
And I realise that you has no choice.

This poem is written in memory of Mr Walter Whitehead, my Grandad.

GRANDAD

You shook my hand to say goodbye

And as I walked out of the ward, I started to cry.

For I knew in my heart I would never see you again

And the thought of that bought so much pain.

I never told you I loved you granddad

And it makes me feel so sad

I remember I said it when I was a kid

And I took it for granted that you knew I still did.

I remember too how proud of you I was when my class visited the railway sheds

It was a special school trip and I turned all the kids heads,

When I told them you were my grandad, with so much pride

And that you were the number one engine driver on Merseyside.

Then as I grew up we used to argue

When you would try and tell me what I should and should not do.

I regretted the things I said later on

And regret them even more now that you are gone.

For when times were bad you were always there

Both you and Nan letting us know how much you care.

All I have got are my memories now you are gone

So I am writing this for you grandad to say you will always be my Number 1.

Spring

The daffodils are blooming

Spring is here again

Sunshine one minute

Then here comes the rain

Passing a field

See the lamb, so small

Standing under a tree in bloom

Looking green and tall

Fresh cut grass

Lies all around

These are the signs of spring

That can always be found.

Spooked

‘Twas a cold winters day

In the churchyard dark and grey

I saw a figure tall, dark and menacing

Wander amongst the gravestones, as the church bells ring.

And as I watch the mysterious form

I begin to feel so forlorn

Which suddenly changes to spine chilling fear

As I see the figure in the churchyard disappear.

Frozen to the spot, I stand cold and alone

Not able to move and longing to be home

What was it I saw that gave me a fright?

That can walk through stone and disappear out of sight?

Ghosts don’t exist at least that’s what I’m told

So what was it that left me so terribly cold?

Some might say that it’s my mind playing tricks

But why would I want to imagine men walking through bricks

THE FEARS OF A CLOWN

Listening to children’s laughter

Is music to my ears

And if I never hear them laugh

It would bring back all my fears.

I am a clown and love to see

Children happy and smiling at me

By acting the fool and messing about

Just to hear them scream and shout.

Buckets of water and confetti

Tripping up and custard pies

Aimed to cover me all over

Or hit me between the eyes

All designed to make you laugh

And raise a smile or two

See me fall and get soaking wet

I’m clowning around for you

If the laughter should ever stop

I will always wonder why

But hopefully it will not stop

Until the day I die.

MISSING YOU.

A poem written in memory of Diana Princess of Wales who will never be forgotten

You captured the hearts of a nation

You embraced the world in your arms

You gave all you had to give

You loved and wanted to be loved.

I remember your compassion

I remember your sparkling eyes

I remember your lovely smile

I remember most of all your love.

Love as you ran towards your sons

Love as you held a dying child

Love as you tenderly touched the sick

Love as you suffered yourself.

The world didn’t realise what they had until you were gone

The compassion and care that you gave

The hope that you bought to all you met

The love that you gave, so freely.

It’s the tragic way in which you left us that shocked us

It’s those two young princes that our hearts go out to

It’s hard to believe that you have gone forever

It’s a sad and sorry world we now live in.

Missing you as we do, we remember all you did

Missing you and the love you gave

Missing you in our lives making us smile

Missing you and the hope you inspired in all.

Rest in peace

Written in memory of a friend of mine who died in 1990, Barbara Hepworth

It doesn’t hurt as much

As it used to do

Though I still feel the grief of losing you

When I think of the happy times

We used to share

The sadness is easing

But it is still there

You had everything to live for

But nothing in the world to call your own

Except the furniture in your flat

Where you lived and always felt alone.

And that is how you went from this world

Quietly in bed one weekend

My memories of you are happy ones

So rest in peace, dear friend.

FUNNY GIRL

Funny Girl with the long blonde hair

Going through life without a care

Making a dull day seem suddenly bright

Your personality shines like a light.

I hope you will not change with time

And find that life is not always fine

Or ever feel real dread and fear

Which ends up with you shedding a tear

I wish you a life in which you never fail

A life where you will happily sail

And find a love that is so true

Which never makes you feel blue

This I wish you and more

For you have found your way right to my core

You funny girl with a wide smile and blonde hair

Who goes through life without a care.

Silence

Silence,

Whispers,

Reading Lips and Subtitles on TV.

Impatience,

Loneliness,

Hurt and misunderstanding.

Listening,

Not hearing,

Only guessing.

Vibrations,

Beating drums,

Sounds you can feel

Frustration,

Anger,

No more laughter only tears.

LIVERBIRDS

On the skyline of this city

Stand the Liverbirds so proud

A symbol to always remind us

That there is a silver lining on every cloud.

Haunted Children

Silently the child weeps
In the prison that is her sanctuary
No one knows the fear in which she lives
No one knows the hell behind the front door.

Her silent screams for help go unheard
So she suffers in silence with her fears
"Don't tell anyone," he said, "Let it be our secret game,
If mum finds out, she'll be very upset"

That thought alone seals her lips
From the pain she was suffering inside
With no one she could confide in
Silently she screams

At night, under her bed clothes,
The tears begin to fall into her pillow
Being absorbed by the feathers
Like the memory is absorbed in her mind

She does not want to hurt her mum
No matter how much she must suffer
In her silent world
Of heartache and fear

She becomes a haunted child
Not knowing anyone to trust
Not knowing that somewhere
There are other haunted children.

In a Mess

I’m in such a mess

It’s getting hard to think

Especially when all I want

Is to have another drink

I don’t really care

That it numbs the brain

All that I know

Is that it eases my pain

The pain that’s getting worse

Each and every day

So that I keep wishing myself

Many miles away

Because of the drink

I say what I think

But my thoughts only bring pain

So I desperately need a drink again

Round and round

My problems seem to grow

Will it ever stop?

I just do not know

My life is in a mess

And I don’t know how or why

So should I have another drink?

Or just sit here and cry.

Tide of Misery

I’m drifting through the days

But when nighttime comes

I feel as though I am drowning

And as my life flashes before my eyes

I wonder how will I survive

When nobody knows

How quickly I am sinking

Struggling to swim

As I am being swept away

On a tide of misery and loneliness.

On the road to Wembley - ( Part One)

1985 - 1986

The sun came out

The teams did too

United scored one

Then Liverpool scored two

United moaned

We asked, “Now what’s up?”

Before going through

To the final of the FA Cup.

At Wembley, There they were

Two Merseyside teams lined up

Who’s colours will it be

On the FA Cup

Then they scored

That team in blue

Then Johnston scored one

And Rushie scored two.

There were red coloured ribbons

On the FA Cup

As Alan Hansen

Lifted it up.

The double was ours

It was finally true

Everton lost out

And were feeling rather blue.

It was raining

When both teams came home

Fans lined the streets

Singing “You’ll Never Walk Alone”

I remember it so clearly

It seems like only yesterday

I know it won’t be long

Until Liverpool go back down Wembley Way.

On the road to Wembley - (Part Two).

1988 - 1989

They’re back at Wembley

Those Merseyside teams in blue and red

Paying a fitting tribute

To the 96 Hillsborough dead.

Liverpool and Everton

Standing together

Merseyside United

The memory will last forever.

It was an emotional start

To the final of the FA Cup

Feelings were high

Spirits were up.

Four minutes had gone

When John Aldridge scored

The excitement made sure

The fans would not be bored.

The Everton goal came

With just seconds to go

The Liverpool fans held their heads in their hands

And all groaned “oh no!”

Extra time came

And the game came alive

The players darted around

Like bees in their hive.

Then Liverpool made a substitution

It was the great Ian Rush

When he came on the pitch

There was an expectant hush.

The Everton fans looked on in horror

As Rushie hit the ball into the goal to score

Everton managed to equalise again

But then there was more.

Rush scored again

It was the last vital goal

A brilliant match

Full of soul

A fitting tribute too

For those who had died

And a wonderful show

Of the great Mersey Pride.

Computers

How annoying it can be

When it won’t do as it is told

You hammer away

In the hope that it will get it right this time

But still it shows a message

Pressing this button and that

Still nothing happens

And you just want to scream.

Then when all seems lost

You press a button that you have tried

Well over ten times before

And hey presto all is well

Except your nerves which are totally shattered

By the battle of wills

Between you and a stupid computer

However if the computer is stupid

Then what does that make you?

So you tell yourself that you are not coming back

But you know that you will

Because there is no way the computer

Is going to get the better of you

Even if it does mean you having a nervous breakdown.

Sunny days and holidays

The bees are busy at their work

And the flies are as annoying as ever

But I can’t help thinking that it’s lovely sitting here

Enjoying the glorious warm weather.

With the sun shining

And a sky so blue

A perfect day

POEMS

1. HANGOVER

Hang Over

And all groaned “oh no!”

It was the great Ian Rush

As Rushie hit the ball into the goal to score