and if we trip or stumble,
they repeat themselves again.
We move forward every day,
then we stop along the way
and the cobble stone path appears
and we find ourselves walking along it again.
The years melt away before us
and we are back into yesterday
and those memories we made
that always seem so far away.
As we walk along the path,
each stone hold a memory.
Some are cherished as we step on them,
and others we would just like to skip across.
20 April 2009
and hear a blade of grassas it talks to the breeze.I breathe in the beauty,that my eyes behold,as it tells me love conquers all.It tells me since creation,love has ruled the hearts,of every living thing.Without love, there would be nothing,but just still silent air.Therefore, as I look aroundat the affairs of the hearts,I smiled to…
in the serine solitude of a Sunday.Fish rising to the surfaceas across the water dragonfly’s play,and pond skaters hop across the waterwhile duck swim merrily byand you sit there in quietwith your ever watchful eyes.Meanwhile thousands of miles awaymen are dying on battlefieldsand you are oblivious to thatas you sit and watch in solitudewhat nature…
that over our headsoccasionally looms.A few little wordscan bring a smileand laughterthat can be heard for miles.A few little wordscan cheer the lonely heart;lift it from sorrowsthat tear it apart.A few little wordscan change tearsinto laughterbringing forth smiles once more.3 May 2014
memories some innocent, some hurtful,some filled with laughterand some how I used to cry.There are facessome of which I do not knowstrangers, shadows of the past.Who are theyand why do they haunt the present me?9 March 1983Authors note:I wrote this poem using the title of a novel I was writing at the time.
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along the sandy shore,the hawkish screeches of the seagullsas they circle in the skylooking for something to eat.A typical day at the seasideduring a long warm summerwith people resting in deckchairsalong the shore and striped colouredwindbreaks scattered here and there.Children shouting with ice-cream cones in handas they run away from the water’s edgeeach time it…
