wild oats
Wild oats..... You talk in rymes You talk in riddles On my heart strings Your finger fiddles. . Woe is me .. And woe is you We're not the victims There are only two. I cannot look u in thexeye You stab , you pierce You cheat a
To my little sister
I love you like a mother loves a child; a bond unknown to the one who brought you here. I miss you like the day misses the night, the time where it can find it’s rest and find the strength to shine again. I fear you’ll leave me here alone
My daughter…
This was written to my 2nd daughter, I have six, at a time when we were separated by a few oceans...
Never Judge A Book By Its Cover!
Self Explanatory really!
SPIRIT LEVEL
AH.....Looking back 20 odd years, now with the benefit of hindsight....lol......Andrew......xxx
My Girls
about my girls
Transforming
You sit and wait, wait and walk, nothing happens no nothing at all. When is the time going to come, what will it be like? Other's they know and can't seem to explain it in the way that I can understand. Words sputter out of their mouths but to my ear
MY BABY
My youngest child has just started third level education in Dublin.
MUM FOR YOU
my mother is very ill and weak after a stroke in hospital, and now suffers from vacuous dementia,the words help me
ah to feel a hold of a love
for nickolie and child lost june 4 1994
On The Day Burns Died
For homecoming year 2009 in Scotland.
Don’t drop me in it
Men, what are they like?
Birth
To reproduce involves seduce Condom misuse And egg produce Nine months womb use Labour induce To introduce New life let loose
Teenage speech day
I wrote this a few years ago for my then teenaged son when I was his single parent, bless him.
We Are Better Friends Now
I wrote in my mid twenties after a number of years of conflict with my father. Although deep down inside we both loved one another very much we couldn't get along. I always believed I was a disappointment to him, I couldn't live up to what I thought he wanted me to be. The harder I tried to do things I thought would be right in his eyes the more bitter his criticism became. We drifted further and further apart. I rebelled. Then the day came I had to look honestly an harshly at myself realized that all he wanted from me and for me was to be my own man. I had to accept that disagreements and disappointments were a part of life, that perfection was an illusion, my illusion, something that cannot and would not ever be achievable.
Nice Dream
I look at him in disbelief For it is my brother I see Our eyes now fix upon each other His wicked smile fills me with glee. Some may say dreams have false meaning While others observe them with no harm For this dream for sure I will covet As
papa
"My father is the idea of the most perfect man to me.. He is the type of hero I want my son to be.. He has held my hand Wiped my tears. .. Guided me through all my adolescent fears.. He has picked my up, when ive been down . .. Made me laug
It's no heavy load to carry
It's a line my mother,uses alot, ''It's no heavy load to carry'' means basically, you'll only gain more from helping one another out, doing a college course,better yourself,by doing good, to take that few minutes,to ring a friend,make someone a simple cuppa of tea. So I've wrote this poem for my mother,because her actions speaks louder than words,but I wanted to put that in writing,I will show her someday,this poem.
What else ..........
For my youngest introverted son ............slowly stepping out from behind his shadows a gentle giant with a great sense of humour .............
Untitled
I've recently found my father at the begining of my 3rd decade of life. The first thing I asked him for is a picture. He hasn't read the poem yet.
Hurting Eyes
my wife left me, and I raised the kids on my own. It wasnt easy so I wrote this poem thru my tears alone in my room. Men cry too
~~TO BE A FAMILY OF CHOICE~~
To show being from your family is very indeed important as many kids today are not very grateful for their family they are given too.Without family who do you go home to?
Riki-Leigh
There’s a place in my mind, where time stands still, able to reflect at will, to think about days gone by, to search where I am now, and where I will be in days to come. I don’t know what the future will bring; I hope its full of love and joy, a feel
life's pram
family or pets / animals?
First Access
First Access A little girl so pretty and so fair awakens to the dawn without a care, with eyes sparkling and cheeks so red she throws off the cover and out of bed. To find presents and lots of cards too with words written there eternally true
HERES A ROSE FOR YOU
This one is for me mum.
Growing Pain
Unfolding before my eyes Something so beautiful Makes me want to cry But bravely I smile And watch as my little girl leaves the child behind. Games of pretend And an imaginary friend Are all left far behind As she peers into the mirror
You were always there.
To a woman who is definitely the mother I always wanted and needed, but never had. I love her more than any woman in this world.
We Love You
Life, forever continuing, like an eternal flame, this is already starting to sound tame, with each new day, another entity is being formed, born into a world of turmoil & riddled with despair, we hope you grow old & live fair, we hope you fulfil your
To Amber
Amber you are such a joy to me, have been since i first saw you. Your cute little face, your pretty eyes, and smile, just make me happy all the while I think of you. Altho you are grown now, i hope that you see, what a wonderful grandaught
Floating Awareness
Drifting in thought an element of rot the stench was in the air Whod it be, the next one caught whilst villagers danced with flair Round and round the dancers danced whilst about the fire they went We all looked on as if entranced upon th
One for the Road
So I did this on the composison about a man who went out driving while he was drunk. Which was one of my H.W.poem I also did this, to make people think before the go out driving drunk .
The doctor´s waiting room
Patiently they sit there Old and frail most of them life weary. Seated on plastic chairs under printed posters warning of aids and the danger of smoking. Then a child´s sobbing shatters the silence her fear or pain a reminder that life goe
Black Hole
I can't believe how much a seventeen year old can eat
coming out
got teenagers, remember teenagers, been teenagers?
A good home
Though i never had a family, but i trained my little boy with all this principles, it's just me and my son but we're one big family. Kisses to my Sam, my son, love you so much, and RIP to my darling wife.
It's Christmas Time Again
This Poem Is all about Christmas and Santa's dedication to the children, I hope you all enjoy this and also I wish all poets a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year for the new year 2019
BOUT BE VALUABLE
October 1st
my sister the sea
MY SISTER THE SEA My sister is the sea. whose waves change times stance. My father is the sky. Whose light lets you see inside. My brother is the jaguar. who is one bold cat. My mother is the panda. Whose arms are warm and furry. My uncle
Growing up
My boy the one i spoiled all of his life. The one i felt was so precious to me. God's Gift A Miracle God sent to me. You have grown into this almost teen you have your own personality you need to be given your wings in order to F L Y .
growing with age
just moved house and remembering every were i have been and the different obstacles i have paced on life`s journey.
MY TWO BOYS
This poem is about my two boys who means the world to me i just sat there one day looking on them both and just felt as if i want to hold on to them and never let them go some day i will have to but for now i just want to keep them close they are 15 and 11 i love them blessing