Decorations are in all the shop windows
and seasonal music is all we can hear.
Pretty lights shine, in the town centre
it’s starting to feel like Christmas is here.
Plans are being made for friends to meet
with promise of food, whisky and beer.
Lots of the neighbours are putting up trees
it’s starting to feel like Christmas is here.
Soldiers seem to be coming home on leave
with kisses for loved ones, as they shed a tear.
People are travelling, to be with families
it’s starting to feel like Christmas is here.
The children are practicing the nativity play
we all love so much, at this time of year.
Choirs can be heard singing some carols
it’s starting to feel like Christmas is here.
In a day or two the Turkey will be cooking
with that lovely aroma we all hold so dear.
Excited children will have opened presents
then we’ll be saying Christmas is here!
Monday, 8 November 2010
Photographer
It’s raining so hard outside
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.
I’m feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I’m trying
to write a word or two.
I’d like to write a little poem
but I don’t know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.
Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.
I wonder if I could write a love poem
but that could be really hard too
Maybe it should be a bit funny
oh I don’t know what to do!
You know what, I’m fed up now
my pen is starting to hover.
Writing poetry is far too hard
so I don’t think I’m going to bother.
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.
I’m feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I’m trying
to write a word or two.
I’d like to write a little poem
but I don’t know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.
Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.
I wonder if I could write a love poem
but that could be really hard too
Maybe it should be a bit funny
oh I don’t know what to do!
You know what, I’m fed up now
my pen is starting to hover.
Writing poetry is far too hard
so I don’t think I’m going to bother.
Monday, 25 October 2010
Publications.
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
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
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
Monday, 27 September 2010
I Can Still Remember
I can still remember one special day in spring
when I first saw you, wear my wedding ring. The summer of our love, the beginning of our time
now in the autumn of our love, I’m glad you are still mine.
I can still remember the loveliness of your face
graced by your smile and your warm embrace.
And the years have not changed you or your ways
you are just the same, as you were in those early days.
I can still remember how little we used to have
but as long as we were together, it didn’t seem so bad.
And after being away, we’d be happy to be back home
it was still our special place, somewhere to call our own.
I can still remember when the little ones came
gifts you gave to me, children with my name.
And how they grew and found lives of their own
eventually leaving us, to have their own home.
I can still remember when I was first in love with you
and after all the years, I still love you and all you do.
All those years ago I married a lovely young wife
and now I’m married to someone, who is my whole life.
when I first saw you, wear my wedding ring. The summer of our love, the beginning of our time
now in the autumn of our love, I’m glad you are still mine.
I can still remember the loveliness of your face
graced by your smile and your warm embrace.
And the years have not changed you or your ways
you are just the same, as you were in those early days.
I can still remember how little we used to have
but as long as we were together, it didn’t seem so bad.
And after being away, we’d be happy to be back home
it was still our special place, somewhere to call our own.
I can still remember when the little ones came
gifts you gave to me, children with my name.
And how they grew and found lives of their own
eventually leaving us, to have their own home.
I can still remember when I was first in love with you
and after all the years, I still love you and all you do.
All those years ago I married a lovely young wife
and now I’m married to someone, who is my whole life.
The Vagrant
There’s a man who sleeps in the cold at night
on the bench down by the lake in the park.
His pillow, a bag he carries, of the bits he owns
just his jacket, to keep him warm in the dark.
Who was he, before he fell into this way of life
and is there someone who loved him and more.
Did he have a car, a house, a job of importance
was his life something special and happy before.
I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no dreams.
I wonder if he left children, without a father
is he running away from something really bad.
Or maybe this is how he wants his life to be
but then why does he always seem to look so sad.
His face is dirty, like the jacket he wears
and his clothes, well they are just the same.
He speaks to no one if they try to offer help
a homeless wanderer, a stranger with no name.
I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no dreams.
on the bench down by the lake in the park.
His pillow, a bag he carries, of the bits he owns
just his jacket, to keep him warm in the dark.
Who was he, before he fell into this way of life
and is there someone who loved him and more.
Did he have a car, a house, a job of importance
was his life something special and happy before.
I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no dreams.
I wonder if he left children, without a father
is he running away from something really bad.
Or maybe this is how he wants his life to be
but then why does he always seem to look so sad.
His face is dirty, like the jacket he wears
and his clothes, well they are just the same.
He speaks to no one if they try to offer help
a homeless wanderer, a stranger with no name.
I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no dreams.
Bright Eyes.
You were always there to welcome me, if I came to call
and I’d reach out to touch you, as you sat there in the hall.
Happiness was yours, just watching the children play
just like sleeping and eating, an important part of your day.
When I sat in the chair, you’d climb upon my knee
and with your bright eyes, you’d turn and look at me.
after a while you’d climb back down, heading for the door
going outside into the night to explore a little more.
You were always happy, when I took you in my arms
I could never help falling, for all your little charms
And wherever I go in my life and whatever I may do.
I’ll never meet another cat, more beautiful than you.
and I’d reach out to touch you, as you sat there in the hall.
Happiness was yours, just watching the children play
just like sleeping and eating, an important part of your day.
When I sat in the chair, you’d climb upon my knee
and with your bright eyes, you’d turn and look at me.
after a while you’d climb back down, heading for the door
going outside into the night to explore a little more.
You were always happy, when I took you in my arms
I could never help falling, for all your little charms
And wherever I go in my life and whatever I may do.
I’ll never meet another cat, more beautiful than you.
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