I walked a long the weary lane,Of Browning trees as Autumn came.Alone with my dog and black thorn stick, In a nearby field where rabbits sit. They danced and played in the Autumn leaves, That fell like snowflakes from the trees. A burst of speed and a violent roar, And rabbits sit and play no more. A tall pine tree the wind brought down , to lay in contrast with the brown. But the brown again will turn to green, Where Autumn leaves so brown have been.
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
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One can never ask
For such things as
When we are given
The right time and
The right place perhaps
We were fortunate then
We are fortunate now
We’ve known each other
For a long, long time
Since before we were born
Since before the grave
How else can we describe
The life we were given
The childhood memories
Growing up on the same street
Living next door to each other
Playing with our matchbox toys
In a pile of sand
Left over by the plow
There were spring tulips
And tender green meadows
And our summer gardens
Then the stiff leaves rustling
In the chilly fall air
The big snowstorms brewing
And our snow forts
The street lights burning
Above our blue igloos
There was you my friend
And there was me
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Posted: Dec 2022
About this poem:
A little nostalgia for the girl next door.
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As I laid sprawled out on the park bench one summers afternoon
She sat there pleased to be away from the human bustle
I knew her, not for long but i knew her
Through the slats of the park bench her little boy showed me the clover flower
he had picked from the lawn
He hung it over one of the slats to show me it in wonder
I saw what he saw and through his eyes I became a born again child.
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
It was the first time i had seen through the eyes of a child.
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Even the bees are muted and the birds too ......stunned into silence by the burning sun........I'm glad to be alive to feel it .......on my skin and in my heart .. ..open now like a flower unfurling ......I allow myself to see time ,long past .........summers ,full of swallows ,fragrant hay of mostly meadowsweet ..............Im wearing that blue striped favourite frock....... .in a sunny photograph, we're gathered ,wooden rakes on our shoulders ........our shy smiles sunburnt faces from the 70s ......I'm there now hearing the murmur .......of low voicesand quiet ways.......I found violets beneath the hedge.. such joy in discovery......my garden today homes wayward violets harts tongue ferns .....beneath trees and planted rose bushes .....that summer childhood has returned.....through the unfurled flower of my heart .
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
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.
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Author: Unknown
my life began in poverty
new clothes and things were not for me
not for us the things of wealth
you wanna bike build it yourself
life was hard but we went on
we played outside sports and so on
we made good friends and stuck together
no matter what we found some pleasure
I had two parents one good one bad
and thinking back this still makes me sad
but these things moulded me you see
helped make me be the man you see
looking back I came through ok
some friends didn't I`m sorry to say
but life goes on and now I`m freer
and my aches and pains mean I`m still here
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
sorry not great but my first ever effort
lot of truth in there
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Aata nahi jinhe udna..
Pankh laga do unko...
Sara jaha ye unka..
Badlega dekho....
Nile umber me..
Udta hai, wo bhi...
Pankh judte hi bante..
Saitaan ki pari...
Aao pankh lagaau..
Tumhaari yaado ko..
Wo hi yad mera..
Hausla ban jate ho..tum!!
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Ye poem un logo ko, jinhone aage badhna band kar diya hai. Aur khud ko niche mehsoos karte hain. Unhe aasha aur hausle ki nayi roshni me laati hai..
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Gusse me muh fulana..
Mujhe acha lage...
Socho kitna acha ho...
Chaand par khelenge hum..
Hum huse to suraj hasega..
Maasoom uska hai dil...
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Childish poem
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online today!
Carry me home
Like a leaf in a breeze on an autumn morn
Like the sound of laughter from our youth
The familiar smell of rhubarb pie
On a cold and clammy eve in July
Carry me home
To where we would sit and chat
About everything and anything, just this and that
An inviting fire, a tune from a guitar
The whistle of a kettle never too far
Carry me home
To the place I know so well
Where memories are made
Hopes and dreams shared
No matter the distance
My heart will always be
At home, in my safe place
To be still, to be me..
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Posted: Sep 2017
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Author: Unknown
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Nobby was my little brother
However he was driven mentally insane
There wasn’t a thing I could do
To stop the torture or the mental pain
Oh Nobby I am so sorry
That you were born to be a boy
To be toughened up
For my parents to destroy
Punch after punch Blow after blow
From a boxer in the army
Daddy beat you up
Into an emotional Tsunami
So when you grew up
You flipped your wig
Beating up everyone
You felt really big
Your wife and three daughters
Had to go into hiding
Yet her dad was the only one
She could confide in
Bashing on his door
Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"
Threatening the old man
With a petrol chainsaw knife
Smashing up his van
By ramming yours into his
Terrifying the neighbours
And your own kids
The hatred that was in you
Wouldn’t allow you any peace
Until your father-in-law
Lifted the shotgun
And the double barrel he released
He blew away your head
While you were rolling a cigarette
Outside a London police station
Without a single regret
He received two years sentence
Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt
I visited him in prison
With cigarette papers and some snout
I just wanted to hear his story
Letting him know I bare no grudge
To bring him my forgiveness
As God is the only judge
He may have pulled the trigger
Of that double barrelled gun
Yet who loaded the ammunition?
Yes my dad and my mum...
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990
I have performed this poem for performance poetry
In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts
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I recall when I was a boy
When all alone
In my darkened room
Unable to sleep
I would feel the call
To turn the dial and watch the light
Moving the needle
On that shortwave scale
All of the World would be my friend
Voices from places so far away
Moscow and Bonn and Sofia too;
Tirana, Japan and Kazakhstan
From iciest north
To exotic isles
Talking to me about their lives
Their news and reports
And points of view
Never bored
Always something new
Hours of time
Spent listening in
Spies in numbers
Talking over the lines
Long ago in those cold war times
Now its all static
The bands are dead
Victim of the net
And stupid fools
But I remember
When the world was alive
On my Radio ...
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
I spent many hours as a boy listening to shortwave radio; this poem recalls those times, when the whole world was there for the listening, until the internet age dawned, and all the stations disappeared...victims of government short-sightedness and penny pinching. There really were spy messages-and still are-on shortwave-they are known as 'number stations'-no ID, no words at all, just numbers...
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