Sunday 25 December 2011
another 4th place
My poem 'The Christmas Box' received an Honary Mention (joint 4th place)in a christmas contest on allpoetry.com 24/12/2011.
Tuesday 6 December 2011
4th Place
Awarded an Honary Mention (4th place) for 'A Better Way' in contest on
ALLPOETRY.COM 6/12/2011
ALLPOETRY.COM 6/12/2011
Saturday 26 November 2011
Christmas Is Here. (revised)
Decorations are in shop windows
yuletide music is all we can hear.
Pretty lights shine in the town centre
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Plans are made for friends to meet
to celebrate with food and beer.
Neighbours are putting up trees
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Soldiers have come home on leave
kissing loved ones, shedding a tear.
People travel to be with families
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Children practice the nativity plays
we love so much this time of year.
Choirs can be heard singing carols
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Very soon the turkey will be cooking
for the family meal we hold so dear.
Excited children will open presents
then we’ll be saying ‘Christmas is here!’
yuletide music is all we can hear.
Pretty lights shine in the town centre
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Plans are made for friends to meet
to celebrate with food and beer.
Neighbours are putting up trees
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Soldiers have come home on leave
kissing loved ones, shedding a tear.
People travel to be with families
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Children practice the nativity plays
we love so much this time of year.
Choirs can be heard singing carols
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Very soon the turkey will be cooking
for the family meal we hold so dear.
Excited children will open presents
then we’ll be saying ‘Christmas is here!’
Wednesday 9 November 2011
A Coin For My Pocket
A coin for my pocket sir
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad
we beg on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea?
A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven’t got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?
Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
Got a lot of coins today
from fooling who we meet.
They give us their money
in the old marketplace.
Taking pity on my sister
with her grubby little face.
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad
we beg on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea?
A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven’t got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?
Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
Got a lot of coins today
from fooling who we meet.
They give us their money
in the old marketplace.
Taking pity on my sister
with her grubby little face.
Saturday 5 November 2011
4th place.
My Poem 'Close To Me' awarded Honary Mention (joint 4th place) in a contest on ALL POETRY.COM 5/11/2011.
Sunday 16 October 2011
Poem of the week
My most recent poem 'I Missed Them All Today' has been voted as 'Poem of the week' today on POETRY RETREAT.COM
Saturday 15 October 2011
Anthology
My poem 'IT'S RAINING' is to be puplished in the Forward Press Anthology
'The Symphony of Life' January 2012. This is one of a number of poems I will have had published in Forward Press Anthologies in the last 18 months.
'The Symphony of Life' January 2012. This is one of a number of poems I will have had published in Forward Press Anthologies in the last 18 months.
Tuesday 11 October 2011
I Missed Them All Today.
I missed my wife today
while she had to be away.
Realised how lonely I’d be
if she wasn’t here with me.
Without her love and smile
life wouldn’t be worthwhile
I missed my wife today.
I missed my children today
seeing them happily at play.
Sunny days and ice creams
bedtime stories before dreams.
They’ve grown and moved on
now my little ones are gone.
I missed my children today.
I missed my father today
working Monday to Friday.
Taking us out on Saturday.
preaching in church on Sunday.
Taken from us far too young
long before his life was done.
I missed my father today.
I missed my mother today
busily getting through the day.
Dinner cooking, smelling good
afternoon read when she could.
Never a moan, often a smile
looking after us, all the while.
I missed my mother today.
I missed them all today.
while she had to be away.
Realised how lonely I’d be
if she wasn’t here with me.
Without her love and smile
life wouldn’t be worthwhile
I missed my wife today.
I missed my children today
seeing them happily at play.
Sunny days and ice creams
bedtime stories before dreams.
They’ve grown and moved on
now my little ones are gone.
I missed my children today.
I missed my father today
working Monday to Friday.
Taking us out on Saturday.
preaching in church on Sunday.
Taken from us far too young
long before his life was done.
I missed my father today.
I missed my mother today
busily getting through the day.
Dinner cooking, smelling good
afternoon read when she could.
Never a moan, often a smile
looking after us, all the while.
I missed my mother today.
I missed them all today.
Friday 23 September 2011
Poem of the month
POETRY RETREAT.COM = Voted my poem 'Children No More' as Poem of the week for 17th September 2011
Thursday 15 September 2011
Gold Awards
ALLPOETRY.COM = Gold Award in contest with 'All I Need Is You.' 15/09/2011
and Gold Award in contest with 'Keep Love's Candle Burning' 25/09/2011
and Gold Award in contest with 'Keep Love's Candle Burning' 25/09/2011
Friday 2 September 2011
Bronze Award
ALLPOERTY.com = Bronze Award in Contest 2/09/2011 for 'Strolling By The Sea'
(3rd place)
(3rd place)
Wednesday 24 August 2011
Saturday 20 August 2011
Gold Award
ALLPOETRY.COM = Gold Award in Contest Achieved with 'The House On The Hill'
on 20th August 2011
on 20th August 2011
Wednesday 10 August 2011
Love's Light Shining
I’ve found dark places,
in my mind.
But I’ve seen the
light there too.
You’ve been the light
of my life.
Since the day I
first met you.
You shine your light
in my heart.
So I’m never lost
in the dark.
And I can just
look at you.
To see love's light
shining through.
If you’ve dark places
in your mind.
I will do the
same thing too.
And shine a light
from my heart.
Of all of my
love for you.
I’ll shine my light
in your heart.
So you’re never lost
in the dark.
And I will just
look at you.
So you see love's
light shining too.
in my mind.
But I’ve seen the
light there too.
You’ve been the light
of my life.
Since the day I
first met you.
You shine your light
in my heart.
So I’m never lost
in the dark.
And I can just
look at you.
To see love's light
shining through.
If you’ve dark places
in your mind.
I will do the
same thing too.
And shine a light
from my heart.
Of all of my
love for you.
I’ll shine my light
in your heart.
So you’re never lost
in the dark.
And I will just
look at you.
So you see love's
light shining too.
Friday 5 August 2011
Thursday 4 August 2011
Children Of Our Time
They look up above to the skies
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.
Adolescence will arrive out of the blue
their bodies will change, they will too!
Many will become technology slaves
and adopt some rather strange ways.
Boys will see girls, in a different light
and dream of them deep into the night.
Boys will wear clothing with a hood
girls will say they’re misunderstood.
They’ll be arrogant, just wanting fun
a bit like us, when we were young.
Some may learn from what they see
in the ways of people like you and me.
But they all deserve a chance in life
even just to be a good husband or wife.
To find happiness in whatever they do
and to know success and humility too.
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.
Adolescence will arrive out of the blue
their bodies will change, they will too!
Many will become technology slaves
and adopt some rather strange ways.
Boys will see girls, in a different light
and dream of them deep into the night.
Boys will wear clothing with a hood
girls will say they’re misunderstood.
They’ll be arrogant, just wanting fun
a bit like us, when we were young.
Some may learn from what they see
in the ways of people like you and me.
But they all deserve a chance in life
even just to be a good husband or wife.
To find happiness in whatever they do
and to know success and humility too.
Saturday 30 July 2011
Anthology
Both 'Just To Be Happy' and 'Strolling By The Sea' to be in Forward Press Anthologies to be published in 2011
Poem of the week
POETRY RETREAT.COM voted 'The House On The Hill' as -Poem of the week- 30th July 2011
Friday 22 July 2011
The House On The Hill
He remembers their first time, in the evening chill
near to the cornfield behind the house on the hill.
Where the old folks live who are lost behind its door
and don’t know where, or who they are any more.
He visits her most days, she often doesn’t know who he is
at the house on the hill, where she now needs to live.
Sometimes she looks at him with a certain look in her eye
and he knows that look and he tries hard not to cry.
He wonders if somewhere behind those troubled eyes
the woman he loved so much somehow still survives.
And just occasionally in a moment of lucid thought
she remembers the times when her life was less fraught.
The time they were young lovers, passionate and free
and so happy to be married in the spring of fifty three.
The children they raised and all their cute little ways
and the sounds of Sinatra and Minnelli, on the airwaves.
He sits in his chair gazing through the window each night
up to the house on the hill, until the last moment of light.
Wondering if she looks down at the place she called home
and if she really knows he still lives there, all alone.
near to the cornfield behind the house on the hill.
Where the old folks live who are lost behind its door
and don’t know where, or who they are any more.
He visits her most days, she often doesn’t know who he is
at the house on the hill, where she now needs to live.
Sometimes she looks at him with a certain look in her eye
and he knows that look and he tries hard not to cry.
He wonders if somewhere behind those troubled eyes
the woman he loved so much somehow still survives.
And just occasionally in a moment of lucid thought
she remembers the times when her life was less fraught.
The time they were young lovers, passionate and free
and so happy to be married in the spring of fifty three.
The children they raised and all their cute little ways
and the sounds of Sinatra and Minnelli, on the airwaves.
He sits in his chair gazing through the window each night
up to the house on the hill, until the last moment of light.
Wondering if she looks down at the place she called home
and if she really knows he still lives there, all alone.
Monday 16 May 2011
SECOND PLACE
Achieved 2nd place in April Monthly Poetry Contest at Voicesnet.com with my poem
THE OLD VICAR.
THE OLD VICAR.
Wednesday 13 April 2011
A Lifetime Together
How quickly the time has passed
since the day you became my wife.
After all this time it feels as though
we’ve been together all of my life.
They have been mostly good years
the difficulties have been few.
And the best thing I have ever done
is to fall in love with you.
Now we have reached a special time
a celebration of a lifetime together.
We just want our life and love
to go on and just last forever.
You know how much I love you
and what you mean to me.
So I just want to wish you now
a happy anniversary.
(for our ruby wedding)
since the day you became my wife.
After all this time it feels as though
we’ve been together all of my life.
They have been mostly good years
the difficulties have been few.
And the best thing I have ever done
is to fall in love with you.
Now we have reached a special time
a celebration of a lifetime together.
We just want our life and love
to go on and just last forever.
You know how much I love you
and what you mean to me.
So I just want to wish you now
a happy anniversary.
(for our ruby wedding)
Wednesday 9 March 2011
Monday 28 February 2011
The Old Vicar
The Old Vicar.
An old man sits on a churchyard bench
with his memories of times long ago.
When he was the Vicar of the church
and the people he’d come to know.
He recalls when he married a couple
on an almost perfect summer’s day.
And how with joy in their young faces
they knelt there before him to pray.
He remembers when he christened twins
who cried the whole ceremony through.
Their mother tried to keep them quiet
but there was nothing she could do.
The church would be full at Christmas
with people standing near the door.
He wondered why they all came
but then didn’t come any more.
And he still remembers the burial
of a young man who died in a car.
Taking his dangerous love of speed
so tragically, a little bit too far.
Near where he sits’ there’s a young boy
kneeling by his Grandmother’s grave.
It’s nearly dark , under a cold wintry sky,
and he’s not really feeling very brave.
The young boy stands with the old man
saying “Grandpa it’s time for us to go ”.
They walk off hand in hand together
on a path now sprinkled with snow.
An old man sits on a churchyard bench
with his memories of times long ago.
When he was the Vicar of the church
and the people he’d come to know.
He recalls when he married a couple
on an almost perfect summer’s day.
And how with joy in their young faces
they knelt there before him to pray.
He remembers when he christened twins
who cried the whole ceremony through.
Their mother tried to keep them quiet
but there was nothing she could do.
The church would be full at Christmas
with people standing near the door.
He wondered why they all came
but then didn’t come any more.
And he still remembers the burial
of a young man who died in a car.
Taking his dangerous love of speed
so tragically, a little bit too far.
Near where he sits’ there’s a young boy
kneeling by his Grandmother’s grave.
It’s nearly dark , under a cold wintry sky,
and he’s not really feeling very brave.
The young boy stands with the old man
saying “Grandpa it’s time for us to go ”.
They walk off hand in hand together
on a path now sprinkled with snow.
Thursday 17 February 2011
A Friend In Me
I see a loneliness in your eyes
and I don’t know what to do
I know you’d like to be different
but then you wouldn’t be you.
You just want to be the same
as your friend’s appear to be
but you need never feel alone
when you have a friend in me.
Sometimes when we’re together
I see the sunshine in your face
then something takes your mind
to a different and darker place.
Perhaps I say something wrong
or maybe it’s other things too
but if you talk to me, I will listen
and bring the sunlight back to you.
It’s not easy at eight years old
to have worries like you do
you feel different to all of us
but mostly we’re just like you.
So don’t you hide from your life
just live it the best you can do
and if I'm near, let my smile
find the happiness there in you.
and I don’t know what to do
I know you’d like to be different
but then you wouldn’t be you.
You just want to be the same
as your friend’s appear to be
but you need never feel alone
when you have a friend in me.
Sometimes when we’re together
I see the sunshine in your face
then something takes your mind
to a different and darker place.
Perhaps I say something wrong
or maybe it’s other things too
but if you talk to me, I will listen
and bring the sunlight back to you.
It’s not easy at eight years old
to have worries like you do
you feel different to all of us
but mostly we’re just like you.
So don’t you hide from your life
just live it the best you can do
and if I'm near, let my smile
find the happiness there in you.
Sunday 13 February 2011
Angel
When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.
We sat together at the breakfast table, with talk of the day ahead
as always you had something to say, to help me clear my head.
The phone rang, one of the children, needing you again
you patiently talked and listened to her, taking away her pain.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have spoken to an Angel today.
When I came home in the evening, at the end of a busy day
you were there at the door to meet me, in your usual way.
I’d never seen you more beautiful, in the clothes you wear
I held you close to kiss you, while my hand ran through your hair.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have seen an Angel today.
Now as I lay beside you, as you sleep, in the dark of the night
I think how you always bring to my life, so much love and light.
Without your love I would be, like a candle without a flame
for the close ones, who share our love, it would be the same.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have loved an Angel today.
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.
We sat together at the breakfast table, with talk of the day ahead
as always you had something to say, to help me clear my head.
The phone rang, one of the children, needing you again
you patiently talked and listened to her, taking away her pain.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have spoken to an Angel today.
When I came home in the evening, at the end of a busy day
you were there at the door to meet me, in your usual way.
I’d never seen you more beautiful, in the clothes you wear
I held you close to kiss you, while my hand ran through your hair.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have seen an Angel today.
Now as I lay beside you, as you sleep, in the dark of the night
I think how you always bring to my life, so much love and light.
Without your love I would be, like a candle without a flame
for the close ones, who share our love, it would be the same.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have loved an Angel today.
Saturday 15 January 2011
Porth Joke Beach
If you were to ask me the place I like the most
it would be Porth Joke Beach on the Cornish coast.
Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep
red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet.
Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field
a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed.
The sound of corn buntings can be heard all around
and buzzards searching for prey hover above the ground.
While high on the rocks oyster catchers survey the scene
and on the beach you can see where sandworms have been.
Children fish in the rock pools left by the ebbing tide
and run around in the caves, where they love to hide.
Climbing up from the beach after an hour or two
there’s a bench to rest on and take in the view.
Over Cubert Common and back down to the sea
on a summer’s day, it’s where I like to be.
And in the evening, from the place where I stay
you might even catch the sun setting over the bay.
it would be Porth Joke Beach on the Cornish coast.
Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep
red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet.
Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field
a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed.
The sound of corn buntings can be heard all around
and buzzards searching for prey hover above the ground.
While high on the rocks oyster catchers survey the scene
and on the beach you can see where sandworms have been.
Children fish in the rock pools left by the ebbing tide
and run around in the caves, where they love to hide.
Climbing up from the beach after an hour or two
there’s a bench to rest on and take in the view.
Over Cubert Common and back down to the sea
on a summer’s day, it’s where I like to be.
And in the evening, from the place where I stay
you might even catch the sun setting over the bay.
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