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Mum..
For all the things that you do for me,
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing,
For loving me so much,
Through all the mistakes and ups and downs,
You've always been by my side,
For showing me how to live and love,
For being my council and guide,
My conscience, values and principles,
All the goodness that I possess,
These gifts that you've taught and shown,
I'm able to honour and express,
On this day and every day,
I'll always be your loving son,
Thank you for each and everything,
Thank you for being my mum.....
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing,
For loving me so much,
Through all the mistakes and ups and downs,
You've always been by my side,
For showing me how to live and love,
For being my council and guide,
My conscience, values and principles,
All the goodness that I possess,
These gifts that you've taught and shown,
I'm able to honour and express,
On this day and every day,
I'll always be your loving son,
Thank you for each and everything,
Thank you for being my mum.....
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Posted: Mar 2017
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Love Is
Love is freedom not a prison
Love is sensuality, not rude
Love takes you and leaves you breathless
Love will win, does not use violence
Love makes you smile and cry
Love makes you hope for a better world
Love is what makes you dream, the one who gets you through all distance
Love has no age, no limits
Love, overcomes all barriers by putting their rights in the shadows
Love is peace and serenity
Love, four letters to be happy
Love is sensuality, not rude
Love takes you and leaves you breathless
Love will win, does not use violence
Love makes you smile and cry
Love makes you hope for a better world
Love is what makes you dream, the one who gets you through all distance
Love has no age, no limits
Love, overcomes all barriers by putting their rights in the shadows
Love is peace and serenity
Love, four letters to be happy
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
What is love if me !
collapsing
sleeping toes with snorted sighs
thunder rolls
of creeping cries
who calls as seasons spilt
not I
FORGIVING
raindrops
WATCH HIM
for sailing
shall endure
a
wicked path
One we want to save
a new day
a new dawn
collapsing
thunder rolls
of creeping cries
who calls as seasons spilt
not I
FORGIVING
raindrops
WATCH HIM
for sailing
shall endure
a
wicked path
One we want to save
a new day
a new dawn
collapsing
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
a good life, now a better lifeDivine
For all the wonderful memories we will create together, For all the beauty that builds and dwells inside, We live to love and share our feelings for each other, To my amazing woman this goddess of mine, For all the minute's, hours and every season of the year, Image a relationship as a partnership of divine, For all the little things I've come to cherish and hold dear, To embrace for just a second is to love you for a lifetime.....
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Posted: Feb 2017
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The Bin
The bin
In the corner you just sit
Stirrin glirren
As i throw rubbish in
Stayle odours
From last nights
Saturday takeaway
Stirren back at me
Oh what a time i had
Drinkin eating
Vomiting
Throwing up in my bin
Oh the odour
Will have to clean my bin
Last night me and you it was a good night
Ill take you outside
And clean you out placing your contents into another bin
Will clean you out make you smell nice and fresh
Place you back in the corner where you belong
Aleast i know you will never leave me all alone
Your my bin
In the corner you just sit
Stirrin glirren
As i throw rubbish in
Stayle odours
From last nights
Saturday takeaway
Stirren back at me
Oh what a time i had
Drinkin eating
Vomiting
Throwing up in my bin
Oh the odour
Will have to clean my bin
Last night me and you it was a good night
Ill take you outside
And clean you out placing your contents into another bin
Will clean you out make you smell nice and fresh
Place you back in the corner where you belong
Aleast i know you will never leave me all alone
Your my bin
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Posted: Jan 2017
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A Triolet by Banjo Paterson with a Second Verse
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
To take a form of little use .... that will be terse:
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
That endear to me this simple verse,
It is the strong thought......but yet..
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
To take a form of little use .... that will be terse:
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
That endear to me this simple verse,
It is the strong thought......but yet..
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
I have not written any poetry in the last 20 something years but...........I was on a recent trip in Tasmania where someone made the suggestion/demand that we read a poem of the selected works of Banjo Paterson each night. As I was a solo driver this was my first attempt and it was "Page 100" without seeing what it was I had to read. I had another 2 poems to read later, one I did manage to prepare for and one handed to me on the night of "The Reading." Very difficult to properly express a poem without some preparation.Having said tha,t and mentioning this to my house-sitter on my return, it has gotten me a wee bit interested as I have not seen or heard of this form before.
So the second verse is mine. Hope it suffices.
Sandy smiles.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles…she won’t cry.
Don’t let go, don’t use that rope…
There is still hope.
Sandy smiles, sandy smiles,
Even in a Utopia full of crime,
The place the Revolutionists searched for a sign
Just wipe that grime
Off your face and it’s your fault
For following a cult
where Sandy just keeps on smiling
and lying
about the state of her heart
as a cause of a world she cannot part.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… her days all balanced in a row
Each one faker than the rest
But she always says its for the best,
“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!”
Instead of saying :“I cannot play this game any longer!"
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… although there are children dying
Nobody is trying,
Trying to make a difference in all of this havoc.
A politician on his hammock,
Smoking a cigar and drinking some cane,
Making a toast on all of his fame
and the innocent lives that died in vain,
Because many chose not to make a change for all the Sandy’s,
But some used them as hard-candy's.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles, they all taste like different candies,
Hard candy as they’re sold for another man’s lovely night.
Their dignity will die... without a fight.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles as well-off people go about on their usual route
But Sandy lies in the soot
Wondering who her mum is … Yet she smiles and she smiles because it’s a crime to hide
And is forced to live in a world where one must divide.
Sandy smiles, Sandy still smiles as she sees wealthy children throw their food on the floor.
Sandy smiles and Sandy will abide
With society that leaves her body feeling raw
As she sees what it does to her.
Something inside her will stir
Her emotions in a big blue bowl within her mind
But Sandy will Smile, Sandy smiles.
Why smile Sandy? It’s with your voice that there shall be a better world...
It’s with your silence that there’s more and more chaos!
Please Sandy, let go! Stop smiling when you’re hurt.
Throw over the tables of politicians,
Break down the doors of the bourgeoisie,
Rip off the clothes which cover the flaws of the oppressors
And be different. Stop adding rhyming couplets to your poems
And following the order of traditional homes.
Sandy smiles with purpose.
She walks down the streets of her neighbourhood without a gun;
Listens to the radio, and looks at the world around her without feeling victimised because of a new case of hate speech.
Sandy smiles because she saw food on her table and listened to her proud mother’s voice.
Sandy smiles because she sees another day which contains equality and another young girl who will have the choice to wear white on her wedding day.
Don’t let go, don’t use that rope…
There is still hope.
Sandy smiles, sandy smiles,
Even in a Utopia full of crime,
The place the Revolutionists searched for a sign
Just wipe that grime
Off your face and it’s your fault
For following a cult
where Sandy just keeps on smiling
and lying
about the state of her heart
as a cause of a world she cannot part.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… her days all balanced in a row
Each one faker than the rest
But she always says its for the best,
“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!”
Instead of saying :“I cannot play this game any longer!"
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… although there are children dying
Nobody is trying,
Trying to make a difference in all of this havoc.
A politician on his hammock,
Smoking a cigar and drinking some cane,
Making a toast on all of his fame
and the innocent lives that died in vain,
Because many chose not to make a change for all the Sandy’s,
But some used them as hard-candy's.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles, they all taste like different candies,
Hard candy as they’re sold for another man’s lovely night.
Their dignity will die... without a fight.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles as well-off people go about on their usual route
But Sandy lies in the soot
Wondering who her mum is … Yet she smiles and she smiles because it’s a crime to hide
And is forced to live in a world where one must divide.
Sandy smiles, Sandy still smiles as she sees wealthy children throw their food on the floor.
Sandy smiles and Sandy will abide
With society that leaves her body feeling raw
As she sees what it does to her.
Something inside her will stir
Her emotions in a big blue bowl within her mind
But Sandy will Smile, Sandy smiles.
Why smile Sandy? It’s with your voice that there shall be a better world...
It’s with your silence that there’s more and more chaos!
Please Sandy, let go! Stop smiling when you’re hurt.
Throw over the tables of politicians,
Break down the doors of the bourgeoisie,
Rip off the clothes which cover the flaws of the oppressors
And be different. Stop adding rhyming couplets to your poems
And following the order of traditional homes.
Sandy smiles with purpose.
She walks down the streets of her neighbourhood without a gun;
Listens to the radio, and looks at the world around her without feeling victimised because of a new case of hate speech.
Sandy smiles because she saw food on her table and listened to her proud mother’s voice.
Sandy smiles because she sees another day which contains equality and another young girl who will have the choice to wear white on her wedding day.
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
This poem goes out to all of the women who do not know their worth. You may not have been born into a context where you were given the choice to be strong and to fend for yourself; but as a united body of women, we can make a difference. We can choose, today, to be strong and to see the value in ourselves, our sisters and our daughters. Let's lift up the Sandy's in our lives!
Unde Sunt Zapezile (Where Are The Snows)
Fiecare celebru pare sa fi plecat
Nimeni nu le aminteste în viitor
Faima este ca pulberea pamântului
Omul traieste cu ambele picioare în mormânt
O spune-mi, dragi prieteni - adevarul
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Fapte bune si dragoste neimpartasita merge
Toate frumusete piere sub soare
Lucrari in timpul lui pasaj omului se naruie
Nu a mai ramas din domenii fructuoase nimic
Verde verde a dat cale de a deserturi
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Muntii sunt purtate în functie de timp
Crearea ia cursul firesc
Tot ceea ce traieste este obligata sa moara
Si astfel lumea este la o data reînnoita
Începe peste tot din nou, ca întotdeauna
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Când ma întrebi pe mine daca ceva dureaza
Ar fi durerile si deplânge noastre
Cei dragi noastre pierdut veni cu ei
Tot ce ramâne este fericirea trecatoare
Nu întreba daca nu profite de ea acum
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Ma uit la ce iarna aduce cu ea
Frumos alb împodobeste tara
Si rece neobosit este roabei sale
Apoi am întreb din nou în cazul în care este zapada?
Din pacate, ei nu mai este cu noi zapada
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Întrebarea raspunsul dat
Uita-te la tot ce zapada din fata ta
Nu va dura dincolo de un timp câteva zile
În cazul în care zapada meu, ai plecat acum?
Astfel, refrenul cântecului meu auzi:
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Every one famous seems to be gone
No one recollects them in the future
Fame is like the dust of the earth
Man lives with both feet in the grave
O tell me, dear friends - the truth
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Good deeds and love go unrequited
All beauty perishes under the sun
In time's passage man's works crumble
There is nothing left of fruitful fields
Verdant green gave way to deserts
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Mountains are worn down by time
Creation takes its natural course
Everything that lives is bound to die
And so the world is at once renewed
It begins all over again as always
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
When you ask me if anything lasts
It would be our sorrows and laments
Our lost loved ones come with them
All that remains is fleeting happiness
Do not ask if you don't seize it now
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
I look at what winter brings with it
Beautiful white adorns the land
And relentless cold is its handmaiden
Then I ask again where is the snow?
Alas, its the snow no longer with us
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
The question asked the answer given
Look at all that snow in front of you
It will not last beyond a few days time
Where my snow, have you gone now?
Thus the refrain of my song you hear:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Nimeni nu le aminteste în viitor
Faima este ca pulberea pamântului
Omul traieste cu ambele picioare în mormânt
O spune-mi, dragi prieteni - adevarul
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Fapte bune si dragoste neimpartasita merge
Toate frumusete piere sub soare
Lucrari in timpul lui pasaj omului se naruie
Nu a mai ramas din domenii fructuoase nimic
Verde verde a dat cale de a deserturi
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Muntii sunt purtate în functie de timp
Crearea ia cursul firesc
Tot ceea ce traieste este obligata sa moara
Si astfel lumea este la o data reînnoita
Începe peste tot din nou, ca întotdeauna
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Când ma întrebi pe mine daca ceva dureaza
Ar fi durerile si deplânge noastre
Cei dragi noastre pierdut veni cu ei
Tot ce ramâne este fericirea trecatoare
Nu întreba daca nu profite de ea acum
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Ma uit la ce iarna aduce cu ea
Frumos alb împodobeste tara
Si rece neobosit este roabei sale
Apoi am întreb din nou în cazul în care este zapada?
Din pacate, ei nu mai este cu noi zapada
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Întrebarea raspunsul dat
Uita-te la tot ce zapada din fata ta
Nu va dura dincolo de un timp câteva zile
În cazul în care zapada meu, ai plecat acum?
Astfel, refrenul cântecului meu auzi:
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?
Every one famous seems to be gone
No one recollects them in the future
Fame is like the dust of the earth
Man lives with both feet in the grave
O tell me, dear friends - the truth
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Good deeds and love go unrequited
All beauty perishes under the sun
In time's passage man's works crumble
There is nothing left of fruitful fields
Verdant green gave way to deserts
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Mountains are worn down by time
Creation takes its natural course
Everything that lives is bound to die
And so the world is at once renewed
It begins all over again as always
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
When you ask me if anything lasts
It would be our sorrows and laments
Our lost loved ones come with them
All that remains is fleeting happiness
Do not ask if you don't seize it now
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
I look at what winter brings with it
Beautiful white adorns the land
And relentless cold is its handmaiden
Then I ask again where is the snow?
Alas, its the snow no longer with us
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
The question asked the answer given
Look at all that snow in front of you
It will not last beyond a few days time
Where my snow, have you gone now?
Thus the refrain of my song you hear:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
Francois Villon wrote a famous ballad in the Middle Ages with the famous interrogative question about the passing order of things.I have composed a ballad that invokes it though its more about the snow which we only get to enjoy for the short time its here.
And in life, our happiness is fleeting like the snow.
Dragon Poems
Morning
Soaring far above the trees
Quicker than the eye can see
On wings of crimson, gold or green
A flight of creatures rarely seen
Bold before the morning sun
Earth-bound fauna freely run
Unaware of danger nigh
Circling down from morning skies
All is clear from where they stand
There is no movement on the land
And so they stop, to catch their breath
And one of them to meet his death
Suddenly a talon’s grasp
Brings a young buck’s final gasp
The others scatter and take to heel
As a dragon has its morning meal
Lunch
The tell-tale flash of colors bright
Tells a tale not often heard
Rushing down from unseen heights
Faster than a hunting bird
Frozen mornings warmed to noon
Shadows hide from suns swift rise
Mid-day should be coming soon
Bringing light to tired eyes
Wandering past a quiet stream
A mountain goat surveys the field
And wonders what the colors mean
Not knowing that his fate is sealed
One gem-toned speck has moved around
Reflected in a pool of water
And circled, oh so slowly down
Preparing for a lunch-time slaughter
Talons sink into his back
Teeth crunch through his spine
A goat is quite a tasty snack
For the dragon’s hungry kind
Dinner
Evening falls and shadows lengthen
Darkness starts to spread its wing
Windows light where smoke trails strengthen
And frogs begin their nightly sing
Far from house and farm and field
Across a river, running slow
A meadow with a gate is sealed
And fated cattle start to low
Soon a colored mote appears
Descending surely as the sun
A cow’s last cry that no one hears
The dragon’s dinner has begun
Soaring far above the trees
Quicker than the eye can see
On wings of crimson, gold or green
A flight of creatures rarely seen
Bold before the morning sun
Earth-bound fauna freely run
Unaware of danger nigh
Circling down from morning skies
All is clear from where they stand
There is no movement on the land
And so they stop, to catch their breath
And one of them to meet his death
Suddenly a talon’s grasp
Brings a young buck’s final gasp
The others scatter and take to heel
As a dragon has its morning meal
Lunch
The tell-tale flash of colors bright
Tells a tale not often heard
Rushing down from unseen heights
Faster than a hunting bird
Frozen mornings warmed to noon
Shadows hide from suns swift rise
Mid-day should be coming soon
Bringing light to tired eyes
Wandering past a quiet stream
A mountain goat surveys the field
And wonders what the colors mean
Not knowing that his fate is sealed
One gem-toned speck has moved around
Reflected in a pool of water
And circled, oh so slowly down
Preparing for a lunch-time slaughter
Talons sink into his back
Teeth crunch through his spine
A goat is quite a tasty snack
For the dragon’s hungry kind
Dinner
Evening falls and shadows lengthen
Darkness starts to spread its wing
Windows light where smoke trails strengthen
And frogs begin their nightly sing
Far from house and farm and field
Across a river, running slow
A meadow with a gate is sealed
And fated cattle start to low
Soon a colored mote appears
Descending surely as the sun
A cow’s last cry that no one hears
The dragon’s dinner has begun
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this set of poems after writing a set of children's stories about friendly, or at least non-hostile dragons. I felt I needed to get in touch with a dragon's real nature.
The Knight's sword
I am steel, I'm awake.
I will bend, but never break.
I have been tempered in fire & ice; the enduring forces have not always been nice.
My spirit caste in the crucible of my soul, forged with love & with passion burning brighter than coal.
An inquisitive nature has been my quenching force, through knowledge, through reason, making my spirit less coarse.
Sharpened like a whetstone, refined to last, cutting through conflict using reflections from the past.
Through insight, through imagination, I've become versatile in form, with a resolve of steel transcending the norm.
I fight for those I love, my family & friends, giving me purpose that I may smile in the end.
I am steel; I'm awake.
I will bend, but never break.
I will bend, but never break.
I have been tempered in fire & ice; the enduring forces have not always been nice.
My spirit caste in the crucible of my soul, forged with love & with passion burning brighter than coal.
An inquisitive nature has been my quenching force, through knowledge, through reason, making my spirit less coarse.
Sharpened like a whetstone, refined to last, cutting through conflict using reflections from the past.
Through insight, through imagination, I've become versatile in form, with a resolve of steel transcending the norm.
I fight for those I love, my family & friends, giving me purpose that I may smile in the end.
I am steel; I'm awake.
I will bend, but never break.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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