The Little Dancer
I wrote four poem for poetry.com.This is in a book that I have and it is on the first page.
If he would only call
So many days have come and gone, still no word from him.. She wrapped her pink blanket tightly around her and rocked back and forth 'Where is he, she sobbed?'I need him so much.' She had marked X's on her calendar for all those lost and lone
School days past
this was Inspired by a Irish lass thank you
my boy
for my boy
Chaotic Mind
One step at a time. I repeat these words to myself in my mind. Yet, the steps I take leave a mess in their wake. No way to contain my disdain toward the choices I make. Impulsive actions rarely leave time for consideration. I've taken med
LIL FOLKS
I HAVE WITNESSED CALIFORNIA'S DEATH MASSACRE AND SEEN DEATH BEFORE MY EYES SINCE I WAS A CHILD SAD BUT TRUE
June 2018
Not so good at punctuation just saying how if we are open in our hearts like a flower opens to the sun it's like our mind can enter that portal back in time and be there again in memory .then here in the present nature continues on regardless.. we are just observers in the greater scheme of things if we allow ourselves eyes and heart open to receive vision of times past and ever present in the natural world around us.
thru the eyes of a child
this was written with the memories of birth, childhood, puberty and young adolescence.
Lil' Christmas tree
Lil christmas tree with lights so bright, shine your star for me tonight Let mommy and daddy not fight so much Let them hug and kiss with a gentle touch Oh twinkling lights wash away my tears Fill this little girls stocking with joy not fe
Dear Mum,
Read and cast your honest opinions :)
The Gods of Prospect Road
This one is about growing up.
Brown eyes
Mirror mirror What do I see Who is that sad girl looking at me As I look at her I cry Something inside me has died Those sad little brown eyes Why was she given such a bad Dad Daddy Daddy Why her She’s just a child can’t you see Sh
Home
Reminiscing as of late.
King of the unwanted (revised)
After being a single dad for three years, that title had come to have new meaning to me. I wrote this from my 2 son's perspective after their mother lied over and over about coming to get them for her weekend visitation.
Hannahs Day at the Farm
I wrote this poem while watching my daughter then 2 run from animal to animal at her grandparents farm
The soul of the moon
Have always felt the pull of the moon. Inspired by Johns poem
8 year old Child's visits (Part 1)
He looks at me, holding tears, And he can't set his eyes off mine. After counting days in fears That this moment will not come. He says violin was last lesson, Though he played very good each time But dad said violin is danger, It gives dust
Over the hills and through the woods
Is it just me or have kids stopped playing outside. I still play my video games, Im just saying autonomy is a forgotten language and I think children are missing an important part of their life. I digress the bottom picture is a scene from the movie Stand By Me, the best example i could think of that reminded me of our adventures The first comment says maybe parents are to blame and yes I agree with that too, I believe any responsible parent would set restrictions , limits, play times, study times, and so forth
Daddy why?
OMG!
How we have Forgotten....
Remembering school....
Darkest rose in the garden
I stand alone I fight away the weed that grew up with me It wraps around me tight Don’t let go... day or night No matter how I try, I’m too weak to fight But when my garde
SCHOOL DAYS
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!
~Sweet Youth~
We can all feel young, it's that inner child.
Summer
Summer days,summer nights, Summer roads, summer light. Like summer love some are delights that don't get old. Summer job, summer fun, summer always on the run. My summer's long my summer's short my summer's gone .
[b]So This Was The Sixties[/b]
I wrote this one year after my dear wife passed away, when someone who encouraged me to 'start living again', wanted to know what it was like to be a teenager in the Britain of the sixties.The milk bars,the dancing,Rock'n'Roll was generally happy music,and there was still a certain amount of 'innocence' in the sixties,all gone now of course.
The Best Day In A Childs Life
Thought I would like to re-post this old one of mine from "dreamweaver", hope you like it.......Andrew.......xxx
God Bless The Child
For all the sexually abused children in the world...........only adults can stop this from happening......
Halloween
This is Halloween I'm told When witches and warlocks roam so bold Ghosts appear in the night To give the people such a fright Trick or treat the standard cry On my
Glowwe
And goodbye to the old days.
This Old Porch Swing
Just Fond Memories of long ago! CR2007/2010
I wanted to fly
What I went through in foster homes. This is the reason I can write the kinds of poems I do. Many people have been through much worse but I pray my experiences can encourage others. Cafe
Our House (a glimpse)
remembering my grandmother's kitchen when I was a child
talking back
wrote this for my step daughter, she is all grown now and a blessing to behold.
One Dream
Inspired by some pics a friend took during our trip to Kelagian Island, a small unpopulated island in Lampung, Sumatera last weekend.
Only the Dark
Wind tapping on windowpane dark shadows drift near First fright Child it will be alright Its only just a starless night all will be well come morning light
~One Kodak moment ~
An expression of love that perhaps a man can feel, if growing up he never did an wonders when he will. Sharing a thought of how it may be.
Once upon a black sheep
"Do you remember, when I was six, you told me I was a mistake" you miscarried before me, but I took their place... "you made it clear right from the start, my life would not be easy, your words of resent, so true and so stark" "you beat me
Tararara boem de ry
lullaby of two kids in the care of a abusive man after he beat the mother to death.
Fast Away
Fast away when time was gold When daybreak a new story to be told When life was pure and my mind was clear And thses words had I not heard anyone say But now say I And almost cry Fast Away Fast away when steps I took When tomorrow came a
ten mile jump
Little boy thoughts of what's hiding under the bed, when it's time for lights out an sleep. :)
The Boy of Fall
The boy of fall He pulls his weight over and over Rushing past, faster than the other Where is it, where is he The determination in front of him to reach Shining star to catch Zig zag back and forth The crunch of pads and helmets met
the youngster
it speaks for itself.........