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.

for the day thats in it :)

And try we must

 

I cry the tears, of love, since lost,

I’ve felt the pain, flow from my eyes,

I’ve lived to pay, I count the cost,

I missed the laughter, and the joys,

 

Hidden behind, a veil of hope,

The hurt and pain, I felt inside,

Began to think, I’d never cope,

Forever more, love be denied,

 

Yet time would heal, I saw some light,

A flickering light, on a distant shore,

My heart said, try and keep up the fight,

Someone out there, will love you, once more,

 

When least expected, a look a glance,

A passing smile, will brighten your day,

Then you may give love, one more chance,

And listen to all it has to say,

 

And try again and again to love,

Hope your heart, will soon feel joy,

Easing towards it, no push or shove,

A kindred spirit, a girl, a boy,

 

When love is found, it will ease your pain,

And to all, much will you give,

A willingness to trust again,

All Past errors you will forgive,

 

In the end, who of us knows?

How far to go, when can we trust,

In all our comings to and fro,

To keep on trying is for all a must.

hidden thought

Hidden thought

 

I know you’re in there, hoping I don’t see you,

Skulking around, in places I won’t look,

Like memories, of which I’ve lost more than a few,

Waiting to pounce, shake every cranny and nook,

But you don’t fool me,

 

I choose not to find you; we are both at ease,

If you stay hidden, we’ll get along just fine,

There’s nothing about you, that me, will please,

We’re hiding, both of us biding our time,

I wonder, who’s fooling who,

 

You’re like a whole other person, definitely not me,

Yet, you lay waiting, deep in my mind,

A promise, biding time to be free,

A sudden finality, where I’ll be defined,

Who is fooling who here,

 

Should I drop my guard, let you take over,

Just to see what you will do,

And what then, will I discover,

An end of me, a beginning for you,

Fools then, thinking either of us is free,

 

It’s a fight, to control a torrid mind,

Watching me, against myself, and I?

Praying that sanity, is what I will find,

Knowing for my life, I must, inevitably try,

There is no fooling a fool,

 

But you don’t fool me,

I wonder, who if any, is fooling who,

Who is fooling who here,

Fools then, thinking either of us is free,

There is no fooling this old fool,

two poems for this week hope ya lika em

The forgetting illness

For reasons which elude me, I remained,
This body alien, to a mind long gone,
Time became dark, almost colour stained,...
Lost tunes of a forgotten song,

You gaze upon me, laid on this bed,
You speak, all I hear is chatter,
The mind you knew, is long since dead,
I smile yet somehow, nothing matters,
I want to know you, I truly do,
So much I want, to have your recall,
But each day passing, is so brand new,
Night brings no sound, no familiar call,
You visit often, further, I regress,
My world is filled with, I don’t know?
If I could remember, I would confess,
I am unaware, if you come or go,
I cannot tell if I’m well or not?
They make me eat, then make me sleep,
Who am I, why have I forgot,
The never knowing makes me so weep,
The one you lost, is lost right here,
Not knowing who or where or what,
I live in total constant fear,
Of everything my minds forgot,
Alzheimer’s, dementia, a rotten disease,
Filled with remorse, consumed by regret,
The mind has gone, over time with ease,
Who will remember, all, that I’ve forgot.


No more waiting

And so I wait, for some kind of sign,
It’s with heavy heart, and feelings low,
My world has changed; all is not so fine,
I’m still confused, why you had to go,
You said to wait, time would tell,
A better day, would come to you,
Hidden pain, all was not so well,
Filled with remorse, no day came through,
I waited long, and I waited hard,
And though we spoke, no words were needed,
You played it well, your final card,
The silent voice, I so well heeded,
I wait no more, the time has come,
No longer here, must I sit, alone,
I know now, it is hard for some,
For a long time now, I watched you going,
The fight is over, your time it came,
You knew it well, you ached to go,
Though life remained, yet not the same,
No more waiting, no more to show,
The wait is over, you have since left,
Yet still remain, deep in my heart,
And though I sit, of you bereft,
Never, from here shall you depart.

secret room

The secret room

 

Sat, in a room, void of hope,

Surrounded by smiling faces,

Wondering if ever the ability to cope,

Will see me in other places,

 

Dark, no light will penetrate,

These walls this roof the floor,

Fear and dread I contemplate,

There’s no window or a door,

 

Forever searching night and day,

A glimmer, of saving light,

Down on bended knee I pray,

An end to this forever fight,

 

I can check out any time I like,

Still, I can never leave,

This room is filled with pain and spite,

There is no sign of reprieve,

 

What keeps me here, a single thought?

With which I battle long and hard,

Who’ll win or lose of this I’m fraught,

This room I must disregard,

 

The battle runs its daily course,

So I smile and continue to fight,

I pray I have the mightier force,

To shed just a little light

 

Sat in a room no hope in sight,

Despair is all around,

Darker days will turn to light,

Hope will then abound.

good manners

Good manners

 

I sit in many rooms, visit many places,

Tasted magic mushrooms, seen lots of weird faces,

I visit the pub, as I drink a bit,

Eat any old grub, when I see fit,

But always, I have good manners,

 

I’m young at heart; I’ve had my fun,

I played my part; I’ve walked and run,

Never hard to find, sat in plain sight,

I spoke my mind, stood tall to fight,

Yet still, I held good manners,

 

When I was young, I tried my best,

Yes, wild I’d run, with vigour and zest,

Dear old father would chase me down,

Turn many a smile into a frown,

Upon me, he put those manners,

 

Learned with my peers, to get along,

Went through the gears, sometimes got it wrong,

And on in life, kept trying hard,

Love the wife, my one trump card,

Now she keeps me in good manners,

 

Time is chasing close behind, I am slowing down,

Soon I’ll be easier to find, no longer running round,

My smile intact, as I recall,

Looking back, when I’d stand or fall,

There always were, good manners,

 

At times I felt I was of use, or felt that I was not,

Age is never an excuse, for good manners to be forgot,

Young or old, nasty or nice,

Listen be told, it should suffice,

Good manners will see you through,

 

I’ve seen them old; I’ve seen them young,

The wont be told, not right from wrong,

They will not learn, to the very end,

For they all yearn, a one true friend,

Eludes them, for they lack good manners.

family ties

Family ties

 

Is it because I, was one too many,

Or perhaps, just too much,

Yet I wasn’t the last, seems uncanny,

You pegged me, worrisome, as such,

 

Maybe I was different, than all who went before,

But the same, in an unusual kind of way,

But our values seemed the same, at our core,

Years now and still, you have little or nothing to say,

 

Family means everything, I hear you spout,

You would do anything for yours,

But you choose those who are in, those to leave out,

Setting example, by closing your inner doors,

 

Being older, the younger ones, looked up to you,

Was it too much pressure to lead the way,

Time and age, has crept up on us all its true,

Seems it’s too late now, to want to have a say,

 

Nowadays I hear “life is too bloody short “to fight,

You need time, with those, whose memory you share,

When support was in need, you’d had taken flight,

Never looking back, to see what was left there,

 

My path was laid, before I could walk,

My future mapped out, before my time,

My words formed, long before I could talk,

My actions put me, on a different line,

 

Now you need, our paths to cross,

It’s only right, we show the world,

With the passage of time, you feel huge loss,

Stood alone here, I have since unfurled,

 

The gap in age, from first to last,

The rush to leave, that nesting place,

Survival gained, the cost, you’re past,

Siblings, now a strangers face.

does love exist

Does love exist?

 

Is there any such thing, as real love?

A parent’s love, notwithstanding,

Do feelings or emotions, push and shove,

Depending on whom, they are landing,

 

Can love be bitter, leave you fuming,

Caring too much, to be true, to ourselves,

But real love, for a fellow human,

Fearing most of all, we’d be left on those shelves,

 

Could it be that some of us care,

Just a little too much, now and then,

Not selfish enough, to be willing to share,

All we once had, before love began,

 

Could it be we covet whomever we have found?

And stick with them, through thick and thin,

Owning another, whom to us are soul bound,

Should they stray, it being a mortal sin?

 

As a possession treat them, as though they are ours,

Possessing their right, to perform certain things,

Is this where love or religion flowers,

Adding insult to injury, make them wear our rings,

 

Can we say we truly are in love?

Or are we saying, we own someone’s soul,

Jealousy to the fore has been shoved,

A need to restrict them, in more than one goal,

 

Procreation, or to be precise, having sex,

Or making love, no matter the time or place,

Why then do one night stands, make us vexed,

With a stranger we can’t recall their face,

 

Maybe its confirmation, of commitment to a mate,

Perhaps it only exists briefly time,

When truth arrives, it’s sealed our fate,

All in love is never fine,

 

So does love exist and is it real,

Does it bond us one and all to share,

Or in stolen moments, we sometimes to steal,

The best we can hope for, is someone who cares,

leaving

Leaving

 

I used up the last of your butter today,

Well, we were reared never to waste,

You were leaving; there was little to say,

I watched you head off in haste,

 

Leaving behind, broken ideas, of what should have been,

Your life packed, into one large suitcase,

That in itself was a sight to be seen,

Another life, rather than the old one face,

 

Take whatever is left you said,

You have no use for any of it now,

Family ties, barely existing, better life ahead,

Not enough effort made, by all somehow,

 

I used that tin opener, it was a treat,

I felt a bit used, but in a nice way,

Being useful is better than living defeat,

The suitcase filled with remorse, on your leaving day,

 

All the what if’s and, we could have’s, remain,

In a house that was, just a place to be,

Most from visiting, had long since refrained,

Leaving, knowing those you would never again see,

 

On the morning you were due to fly out,

I thought you might have had a few calls,

Someone to give you a wave and a shout,

There was only me, who’d picked you up from a few falls,

 

I tried to make it as easy as I could,

But we all, could have tried a little more,

Too many egos, not doing what they should,

Leaving means, we won’t see each other anymore,

 

Good or bad, as on this life, you pull those shutters,

Rest assured, you were reared well and true,

As I said, no waste, I used up the last of your butter,

A lifetime of memories, I saw leaving with you,

the silent sitter

The silent sitter

 

I sit with many faces; give advice the best I can,

Go to many places, I walk, I crawled, I ran,

Always I have been there, to lend a helping hand,

Honest, true and fair, tried to make things grand,

 

I’ve sat and had a chat, with him, or her or those,

My opinion, on this or that, with anyone I chose,

But when the talking is over, an empty chair I see,

I am everyone’s four leafed clover, but no one sits with me,

 

In all the high’s and low’s, no one dares to ask,

I’m quiet no one, knows, if I’m bothered by some task,

When the talk is done, they have left me in my chair,

They leave together as one, sat alone just seems unfair,

 

My door is always open, my kettle always boiled,

A missed chance, unspoken, alone my day is spoiled,

Friends I have aplenty, lives busy, they are glad,

Paupers and some gentry, can’t tell if, I’m happy or sad,

 

I listen to the woes; I help out if I can,

To great highs and lows, forward thinking plans,

But when the day has ended, my worries are my own,

This empty chair upended, I worry on my own,

 

With the listener, who will sit; lend him their wise old ear,

Make it their remit, use caution without fear,

Be honest in their chat; tell no one what was said,

No chair for all of that, thoughts swirling round my head,

 

I sit with many faces, others’ lives I see,

Through them visit many places, but no one sits, with me,

An open door, a kettle boiled, no invitation needed,

A lifelong trait myself I spoiled, forever I’ll go unheeded

The oyster palace dromkeen

The oyster palace dromkeen

 

It was the only place to go,

To meet a fine young lass,

You’d just never know?

The faces, that you’d pass,

 

Here, all the big bands played,

The oyster in dromkeen,

Where nerves, were oft times frayed,

Thin Lizzy might be seen,

 

And Brenden Boyer too,

With his show band show,

Some love would blossom true,

And marriage, don’t you know,

 

Courting couples kissing,

On their way back home,

Memories now gone missing,

Music now silent and alone,

 

It was a Saturday night’s desire,

To visit the oyster, in dromkeen

Sadly taken now, by fire,

No more the like, will ere be seen,

 

The memories that were made,

In a place once filled with life,

While dancing unafraid,

Found many a husband or a wife,

 

As the fire slowly wanes,

Smoke filled memories idle by,

The oyster palace rose in flames,

To us waved its last goodbye.