My poem 'The Man You See' is to be published in the Anthology -Forward Press Regionals 2010- on 31st December 2010.
My poem 'All I Need Is You' is to be published in the Anthology- Love's Labyrinth- published by Forward Press on 31st January 2011.
Tim
Monday 25 October 2010
Wednesday 13 October 2010
Heartbreakers
Somewhere a heart is breaking
as a young girl is left all alone.
Friends call round to comfort her
as she sits there by the phone.
She’s waiting there in her room
hoping he will come back home.
But he’s not coming home again
leaving her there on her own.
He made the sun shine in her heart
making each day feel fresh and new.
But a cold wind has blown over her
and now grey clouds cover the blue.
Sometimes the guys out there
make me ashamed to be a man.
Breaking those young girls hearts
then running as fast as they can.
as a young girl is left all alone.
Friends call round to comfort her
as she sits there by the phone.
She’s waiting there in her room
hoping he will come back home.
But he’s not coming home again
leaving her there on her own.
He made the sun shine in her heart
making each day feel fresh and new.
But a cold wind has blown over her
and now grey clouds cover the blue.
Sometimes the guys out there
make me ashamed to be a man.
Breaking those young girls hearts
then running as fast as they can.
Tuesday 5 October 2010
The Gravedigger.
The Gravedigger.
It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he always took pride in doing it too.
People knew him in the village where he’d made his home
this strange young man, who was always on his own.
But he was just a lonely man, as harmless as can be
who wanted to live a normal life, just like you or me.
The girls always made fun of him and were a little cruel
he looked a bit simple and they treated him like a fool,
When he tried to tell them, a new joke he’d heard one day
they wouldn’t listen to him and just told him to go way.
Looking for company, he’d be in the village every day
he’d try to talk to the girls, but they would just walk away.
Really he just wanted a girlfriend like any other guy
not wanting to be alone until the day he would die.
Most evenings he would spend at home on his own
without any one to talk to, not even a call on his phone.
But just the other day, while he was in the churchyard
checking out a plot, he was to dig for a Mister Blanchard.
A young girl said hello to him, the first person to that day
and she listened very carefully to him and what he had to say.
Her eyes watched him closely, reading his lips as he spoke.
even smiling at his difficulty, in trying to tell her his joke.
They started to spend time together, she with her life of silence
he with all his strangeness and they’d meet by the churchyard fence.
He would look at her so tenderly as they walked off hand in hand
and then they’d gently kiss each other, like any couple in the land.
Happily their lives where changing, knowing the love they’d found
and now you hear him singing, as he digs his holes in the ground.
It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he always took pride in doing it too.
People knew him in the village where he’d made his home
this strange young man, who was always on his own.
But he was just a lonely man, as harmless as can be
who wanted to live a normal life, just like you or me.
The girls always made fun of him and were a little cruel
he looked a bit simple and they treated him like a fool,
When he tried to tell them, a new joke he’d heard one day
they wouldn’t listen to him and just told him to go way.
Looking for company, he’d be in the village every day
he’d try to talk to the girls, but they would just walk away.
Really he just wanted a girlfriend like any other guy
not wanting to be alone until the day he would die.
Most evenings he would spend at home on his own
without any one to talk to, not even a call on his phone.
But just the other day, while he was in the churchyard
checking out a plot, he was to dig for a Mister Blanchard.
A young girl said hello to him, the first person to that day
and she listened very carefully to him and what he had to say.
Her eyes watched him closely, reading his lips as he spoke.
even smiling at his difficulty, in trying to tell her his joke.
They started to spend time together, she with her life of silence
he with all his strangeness and they’d meet by the churchyard fence.
He would look at her so tenderly as they walked off hand in hand
and then they’d gently kiss each other, like any couple in the land.
Happily their lives where changing, knowing the love they’d found
and now you hear him singing, as he digs his holes in the ground.
Come On It's Christmas
Come on it’s Christmas, let yourself go
plenty of other days for trouble and woe.
It’s not always easy to push troubles away
but at least you could try it, just for a day.
Christmas is hard, when your heart is sore
but let all its sparkle, bring light to your door.
With little children’s faces beaming so bright
just thinking that Santa, had called last night.
It may take some effort, if you’re feeling low
but if you have an invite, for somewhere to go.
Put on your happy face, just for a while
make yourself do it and show them your smile.
So come on it’s Christmas, no point being alone
if it gets too much, you can always go home.
I know it’s rather easy for all of us to say
but give yourself a break, it is Christmas day.
plenty of other days for trouble and woe.
It’s not always easy to push troubles away
but at least you could try it, just for a day.
Christmas is hard, when your heart is sore
but let all its sparkle, bring light to your door.
With little children’s faces beaming so bright
just thinking that Santa, had called last night.
It may take some effort, if you’re feeling low
but if you have an invite, for somewhere to go.
Put on your happy face, just for a while
make yourself do it and show them your smile.
So come on it’s Christmas, no point being alone
if it gets too much, you can always go home.
I know it’s rather easy for all of us to say
but give yourself a break, it is Christmas day.
Friday 1 October 2010
LIMELIGHT POET.
Having received 33% of the votes, I have just been awarded the title of LIMELIGHT POET for October to December by POETRY RETREAT .COM.
This puts me on their front page for 3 months and 15 of my poems will appear, 1 a week, for 15 weeks.
How pleased am I !
Tim
This puts me on their front page for 3 months and 15 of my poems will appear, 1 a week, for 15 weeks.
How pleased am I !
Tim
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