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Cold Fire!

Without love..
Without a worthy
inspiration..

Without your sweet
smile..

Without the
fellowship
of your heart..

without You..

I poet..
am a..

Cold Fire..

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It is to us forever our duty to relay
With pride our tale of courage on the Isles that fateful day.
September 1838 she battled through the storm
for others she risked her life in the early hours of morn.

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- shall ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.

'Forfarshire' had carried folk, or so the story goes.
It smashed up on Big Harcar Rock where the leeside water flows.
With courageous hearts and fighting fear they rowed the coble out,
And rescued nine from broken bow before she turned about

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- will ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.

So all of this brought to her fame much to her dismay
She only wanted a simple life and wished they'd go away
She was showered with gifts of gratitude and a lifestyle of the best
Which caused her great discomfort she craved for time to rest.

Twas only four years later and she still oh so young
Her life was taken from us no fairness to be done
The Islands rise in glory in memory of our lass.
Her name in hearts forever and ever as times pass

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- forever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.



© D Heckels

The Sun with its limb will be touching the end of earth,
And windows with crimson will soon be ablaze,
Insomnia comes to harass and to rack my soul
From where she was hiding in black cave by day.

My soul is grieving, saying prayers
On edge of deep abyss,
It’s waiting for insomnia
To start her game with me.
My grief is chasing me to grave -
For past I have to pay.
Insomnia, I plead you go away!
For him I must forget!

I can recall happy days, days so full of joy,
But all of a sudden they’re shielded by pain,
I’m running from past to escape from it all night long,
But nowhere from past I can ever escape.

My soul is grieving, saying prayers
On edge of deep abyss,
It’s waiting for insomnia
To start her game with me.
My grief is chasing me to grave -
For past I have to pay.
Insomnia, I plead you go away!
For him I must forget!

Morning will come and my soul it will pacify,
Azure will be shining again in the sky.
But there in black cavern the she-wolf insomnia
Remembers me, waits for the evening to come.

My soul is grieving, saying prayers
On edge of deep abyss,
It’s waiting for insomnia
To start her game with me.
My grief is chasing me to grave -
For past I have to pay.
Insomnia, I plead you go away!
For him I must forget!

flipping through the pages of times
filled in between our books
those unfaded moments
haunting me deep down


it is not by accident
that they break loose once in a while
breaking my heart over and over again
relentless and strong

But even then
smiles overcome my imaginings
thinking what would've been
if we held on to each other a little longer

but what is done is done
nothing can change the course
that marked our moments
cherised and tucked
here forever in my heart...

never to be forgotten.

Walking thru the forest one day.
I reached a spot to my dismay.
Where nothing was as it seemed to be.
I wondered if my eyes truly did see.
There in a clearing was a large iron gate.
Where an old woman leaned against a rock.
So old I wondered if I was to late.
As I grew near she started to speak.
In a voice as old as the ages.
I am the gate keeper. Leave your bounty here.
And go and find what you seek.
I did not know what she spoke of.
And what I searched for was my love.
I continued over to her and said,
Who are you old lady and what is this place.
She looked at me and spoke once more.
Telling me what she had before.
I am the gate keeper.
I have been here for all time.
Leave what you carry and go on your way.
And what you leave let it stay.
I did not know what she spoke of.
My arms were empty I carried nil.
But this woman was asking for my bounty still.
I found comfort inside of me.
A strange feeling I usually did not see.
A lightness of the heart.
A new beginning, a new start.
As the woman hobbled away.
I asked what I was to pay.
She turned looking as old as death.
I am the gate keeper.
I have been here for all time.
All your secrets are now mine.
You owe no pay.
Just go and live.
The weight of the secrets is what you had to give.
I think of that gate keeper.
And all the secrets I had.
Holding them had made me really sad.

Broken boat ashore
…Broken soul…

Broken home behind
…No one’s fault…

Broken dream
Is looking at me
In pain

…Broken me…
Trying to live again


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Build your boat.
Take it out in the Sea.

Stand the wind, the weather.
Let me see!

Let me see you dare,
You demand,

Let me see
Your beautiful expand!

Hugz will soothe a broken heart. May you share your hugz today. Give of them freely to friends and family. Hugz are a Blessed gift. Given with love will cause your spirits to lift.

Hugz can bring smiles. Even sent for many miles. Hugz try one so you too can join in the fun. Hugz to you, you and you. Much Love and a hug I send your way to have a most huggable day!

Title shot's in all our grasp
Was it the best ya could do
I think I failed, perhaps as well as you.

It could'a been different but we see it's not
Did the mass revolt to hold the belief
Not lookin so
Or perhaps, just my dream.


~Bentlee~

There once was a man who was tough to the bone-
who-by and large- wanted to be left alone...
So, he put up a sign saying "Keep off my grounds",
while in his front-yard, he kept two huge black hounds.
And everywhere he put up fences and walls
and installed an alarm-system inside his halls.
Then he bricked up the windows and blocked up the door
so that no one got in- which had happened before!

Now- if you had managed to enter the grounds,
past the fences and walls (not to mention the hounds),
and peeked through the hole he had left in the wall
for want of fresh air, you'd have seen his hall.
The view you'd have seen you'd have had to behold,
for the walls, floors and ceilings were all made of gold:
and this was the reason our man was alone-
why he even had ripped out the cord of the phone...

The walls were like mirrors. He needed no friend,
for he was surrounded wherever he went
by his own reflexion; which (to his own mind)
was really sufficient (unless he'd go blind).
And so he was quite happy, alone with himself-
'til the day he had wanted to hang up a shelf.
He just took what he needed- a hammer and nails
"...and the first-aid-box, just in case everything fails".

So he'd thought to himself. His reflection agreed,
and with hammer in hand, he got up on his feet.
He went up to the wall- something caught his attention;
a torrent of words (far to nasty to mention)
escaped from his mouth. "How did you get in here?
...Put your hands on your head now, and hold it right there!!!"
He lifted his arm to look threatening and tough
in the hope the intruder would not call his bluff...

But as he came closer, he clearly could see
that this fellow was armed. "Keep your distance from me!"
Now stricken with panic, he turned and let fly:
With his hammer he caught the intruder. Bullseye...
The hammer hit home full of power and might-
and so did reality. Through all the fright
(...and even before that!) our friend simply failed
to see that in truth he had always been jailed...

The fellow he saw in the mirror was real-
our friend was the image. Unable to deal
with the truth, he had managed to shatter himself-
while he had been trying to hang up a shelf!
Revival was futile- but few even tried;
and all attempts failed. Even fewer then cried:
No first-aid-kits, band-aids or ambulance-men
could put Humpty-Dumpty together again...

I’m so alone, I feel my heart is bleeding,
Is there a soul with whom my grief to share?!
I’m so alone, I feel the walls to close in
Of cell that is my life, for me in void to stare.

I’m so alone, is there a soul who feels the pain,
For whom loneliness is no news, who thinks the same?!
I’m so alone, my heart extends to friends,
Who’re leaving little corner day by day.

I am so sad, with every parting, every farewell
You're cutting binding cords, make gashes in my soul.
Don’t take away your words expressed so well,
Just leave your poetry alone where it belongs.

I’m so alone, I call out for a friend, a kindly soul,
For whom a solitude’s no foe, but friend instead.
I’m so alone, my heart extends to all
With whom to while away and kill my days.

I’m so alone ...