who kows eh lol :)

From the cradle a thought

 

It’s a funny old world, into which I am hurled,

And told that this is you’re lot,

Without fervour or grace, straight to my face,

That this is all I had got,

 

To my own surprise, when I opened my eyes,

I was surrounded by many a stranger,

They cooed and awed, some even pawed,

As I lay cosy in my manger,

 

And so it goes, many to’s and froe’s,

I learned, I lived and grew,

To teenage times, when all is fine,

The past long gone it flew,

 

To adulthood, where tall I stood,

I began to have some fears,

To be at large, told I’m in charge,

I wished for bygone years,

 

Older now, lines on my brow,

Yet still I try so hard,

No wrinkle spared, from those I cared,

Now age my only card,

 

And who will tell, if I lived life well,

But those I leave behind,

Memories made, a kind word said,

Won’t be too hard to find,

 

Yes, it’s a funny old world, into which I am hurled,

I pray that I do well,

I’ll try my best, to pass life’s test,

For the future we can’t tell,

 

But from this cot, I’ll live not rot,

Face all that lies ahead,

This is our lot; we only get one shot,

We spend longer being dead.

when love called

When love called

 

Love called and it clouded my mind,

There was something about you that struck a nerve,

Slowly but surely I left myself behind,

It didn’t take long before I saw myself serve,

I was lost and you were all I could find,

 

I never invited love to come in,

I assume it was love at least in the start,

That’s where losing myself would begin,

Who I am and why would seemingly depart,

You’re smile suddenly became a grin,

 

Still I loved you with all of my soul,

Never a thought of any betrayal,

Honesty was not it turned out your goal,

Though I tried I was doomed to fail,

Your heart became blacker then coal,

 

I convinced myself it was but a mistake,

The third time you lashed out,

My love forgiving you didn’t shake,

After all it was what love for me was about,

All I gave was not enough for you to take,

 

My love remained when you and yours left,

And time has healed my wounded heart,

Slowly but surely I am no longer bereft,

Time is healing my shattered parts,

If love calls again I will speedily have left.

ah the auld armchair

I Inherited the chair

 

 

I always thought you were right, when I was a child,

After all, your word was law, it was final,

Sat in your chair, watching the sports, on T.V. as you did,

As I sat on the floor watching you, beguiled,

For years I gazed trying to figure out your denial,

Lost in the sports channel, in a world where you hid,

 

It was you and you’re chair and the sports, dare anyone intrude,

Silently taking in scores and positions,

Who played well, who was a disaster on the day,

Just a glare to see who it was being noisey and rude,

You disagreeing with some referee’s decision,

Yet a shout when something seemed to go your way,

 

I grew up watching you take part from your chair,

As if you were on the field of play,

Watched you decide, how to turn your team into winners,

Heard you tell anyone who’d listen, “it has to be fair”,

When you lost that there would be another better day,

And here I was just a watcher a beginner,

 

You’re gone now; there is no sports channel on my T.V.

No one to shout who or why some play was wrong or right,

I sit and watch my son, as he watches me, lost in thought,

I recall it was I watched you as you decided to teach me,

When something was wrong, if I could, I should stand and fight,

There were no rules for being an adult, my chair new bought,

 

I wonder if he will look as much at his son,

While he studies the way things will turn out,

Like my father before me sorting his little team,

As I look back I recall that it was for me so much fun,

I jumped each time my father let go with a shout,

With delight and sadness, I sit back in his chair and dream.

now heres a memory hahahah

Mystery woman resolved

She moved into our block, for it was surely ours,

All the women were in total shock, tried to find her out for hours,

The mystery woman and her son, a mother to a fatherless lad,

Not a kind word from anyone, was there to be heard, given, or had,

Men smiled as she went about her day, this mother to a fatherless child,

With no one about, they had plenty to say, their eyes suddenly beguiled,

To no avail did anyone get, an ounce of information,

The rumour mill was already set, for gossip and assassination,

Some said her man had gone to jail, for too many a drunken brawl,

A marriage that was doomed to fail, from one too many a fall,

Others thought she buried him, in a forgotten plot of land,

Her father in a temperas whim, killed him with one hand,

Still no one thought to ask the lady, her present circumstance,

Preferring to think of all things shady, or some such happenstance,

She kept her business to herself, her son attended school,

Whether she was on or off the marriage shelf, she was nobody’s fool,

I’d listened to these rumours, for many a long hard day,

The knots in the women’s bloomers, I’d hear what she had to say,

So I asked when we had met, walking up the street,

Information I aimed to get, the rumours to defeat,

Mystery woman I said, there is gossip along this road,

That you had a man now dead, the women’s brains are in overload,

It seemed she had a man, who died in an accident upon a farm,

From tragedy she ran, ending in a place so full of yarns,

If the women are so worried, might they not help a girl in need?

Instead of unfounded words too hurried, their idle lives, to rumour feed,

All she saw was feet, her man dead beneath the truck,

And for the gossips on this street, tell them I couldn’t give a f**k

lost

Lost

 

Lost in this turmoil you call life, yet you say you know me,

For I am a lost soul craving comfort in my mind,

Believing I am all that’s good and right, I fail to see,

Why I am lost, why I am so hard to find,

 

You miss me, yet, you seem to pass by some days,

I see you in the distance, sometimes you even wave,

In thought, perhaps, you miss me, through a haze,

I am lost, like something you should have saved,

 

When we meet, which is rare enough and not often,

You say, we ought to make more effort, try harder,

The time and place, hard to find, I must soften,

If I wasn’t so unforgiving, we could go further,

 

But, lost, for my effort has been laid to waste,

Pain has hurt me deeply; I feel it for longer,

Family and friends, of this I have had just a taste,

I’ve built a wall, over time; it’s become much stronger,

 

It’s said that time heals all wounds in the end,

Being lost, it is not so much a physical thing,

Being lost, is a thing you may never comprehend,

Smiling faces, wishing hopefully for anything,

 

Yes, I am here among you all, but to most lost,

Secretly battling the barriers of time fuelled pain,

Unforgiving, of me, my punishment is the cost,

Surrounded yet alone, nothing for any to gain,

 

Am I unforgiving for being lost, if so of whom,

My absence is not to ease your pain,

My mind is filled with a pain filled room,

Too much time, too much hurt, too little gain.

recovering in hospital is boring so read this lol :)

The joint
 (for a fellow poet in hospital get well)
I like to keep fit, but I’m lying in bed,
 I’ve broken some bit, of my body instead,
 Off out and about, running and racing,
 I just want to shout, not slow down my pacing,
So with tablet in hand, not shoved down my throat,
 The internet is grand, it keeps me afloat,
 My friends all e-mail, their worries and woes,
 I walk like a snail, but my mending it slows,
A story teller please, to spin me a yarn,
 If I could get on my knees, I’d beg, sure what harm,
 Just to pass time, perhaps make me laugh,
 Make it all fine, I might escape from this gaff,
If only to find, I’m not in total shock,
 So hard this old grind, my bits are a crock,
 They will shove in a pin, try hold things together,
 It’s a mortal sin; I’ve been here forever,
But I will get out, yes I will recover,
 Walk slowly about, hope to discover,
 That all will be well, they will fix what is wrong,
 This is like living hell; I am here way too long,
 The drugs seem ok; the place is far from a tip,
 Night blends to day, is it your knee or my hip,
 All things considered, I’m not fit I’m in bed,
 Just feeling withered, that a piece of me is dead.

tough one today

Laid to rest

 

Laid to rest, yet still you remain,

Fresh, as though it was yesterday,

Now, nothing will ever be the same,

Gone, when I had so much to say,

 

And you, your story yet to unfold,

I, stood here, somehow feeling lost,

To me so young, to others perhaps old,

Death the price, we must pay life’s cost,

 

Mourning now, as we each recall,

For all you did, how much you gave,

Each time you rose, after every fall,

May the sun shine brightly, upon your grave?

 

I’ll call by, when I need your word,

Bring you flowers, like I should have done,

Tell you all the things I’ve heard,

Together, we will laugh as one,

 

And as I sit and remember you,

And so much mischief, we may have caused,

As all between us, was very much true,

I wish death, for once had paused,

 

But that grim reaper waits for none,

His lantern dims, his scythe swings low,

Yet I’ll recall we had so much fun,

Before he called, and you had to go,

 

Though laid to rest, you will remain,

Your story will, in time unfold,

Nothing, will ever be the same,

In my heart your memory, I’ll always hold.