Sometimes I feel like writing and the poems below are just some examples of what I have come up with. I'm not sure if they are very good but thought I'd share them with you anyway...
Poor Boy
Four panes of glass and some paddocks beyond
There are cows, some sheep and two horses
Content there they graze, their bellies are full
Their days filled with fun, their life not so cruel
While he patiently sits there and stares out the window
He dreams of the dinner he knows will not come
As the light slowly fades he goes to his mother
But tonight she can’t feed him, his sister or brother
Four panes of glass and some paddocks beyond
There are cows, some sheep and two horses
Content there they graze, their bellies are full
Their days filled with fun, their life not so cruel
While he patiently sits there and stares out the window
He dreams of the dinner he knows will not come
As the light slowly fades he goes to his mother
But tonight she can’t feed him, his sister or brother
The Fairies
If you listen you’ll hear them
But you must listen hard
For though they are many
And we are but few
Their voices are soft
Like the fall of the dew
A rustle of leaves
Signs the start of their waking
Just like us humans they rise
When the sun warms the sky
And small children play
The Fairies join hands then dance by
Earlybird
New light in the East
So pretty to see
The beams of bright sunlight
Through clouds fall on me
A new morn has broken
What will this day bring?
I sit here and wonder
While the birdies they sing
Apollo 11
Sent into space to search the unknown
With them the wishes of all who had flown
On a Saturn V rocket, red blood in their veins
Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins their names
The Wright’s they had done it, Man’s first powered flight
A small hop skyward towards the sunlight
With their homebuilt machine they finally flew
The dream was now real although not many knew
Now etched in our history a new flight achieved
The hopes of all those who had truly believed
That one-day we’d get there through the vacuum of space
To the Moon we would travel by God’s given grace
The day had arrived and to Armstrong did fall
The rite of first footstep to the envy of all
We watched on our tele’s, our hearts overcome
And for one precious moment the world was as one
Forgotten Friends
The bottle now empty
Lies beneath a great tree
We were once full of spirit
That bottle and me
But our paths they were joined
And as time wandered by
We were robbed of our lifeblood
And left here to die
A Soldiers Fortune
Ice in the craters, frost in the air
Never again would I see her
The blood slowly left me and time did stand still
As I waited for death, my body to kill
Through mist covered eyes I saw her again
I asked if she ever did love me
The answer she dwelt on and time did stand still
As I waited for death, my body to kill
My limbs were detached, my torso was aching
Her answer, though painful was clear
The words broke my heart and time did stand still
As I waited for death, my body to kill
Far from my homeland, my father and mother
I slipped from this world, into another
That bloody grenade had picked me to kill
Death had arrived, my body now still
Self Pity
So little to offer
Where once there was much
A lack of self worth
Means the lack of a touch
If only the days
Could be lived once again
Things would be different
Love, my best friend
One Man’s Hope
Suddenly the wind came; it brought the sweet rain
To drench the brown pastures and paint green again
The heavens they blackened; lightning sped through the sky
Mere mortals us humans can but wonder why
Why the power above us can be oh so great
When on Earth we are failing, each day a mistake
Lord grant us the wisdom, our potential to realise
The sooner the better, at least seen through my eyes
Alone
I play the guitar
I sing a sad song
But there’s no-one to hear me
No-one sings along
I sing to my baby
I sing her to sleep
But she hasn’t been born yet
So my song I will keep
Deep in my heart
It’ll stay here with me
Just waiting for someday
When my baby will be
