catching the light of the sun
like a thousand stars
in a nighttime sky.
Birds occasionally skim
across the twinkling waters
under the midday sun.
The world is at peace here
for every mother’s son.
A breath of breeze
stirs gently the trees
and the twinkling waters
that are caressed by the sun.
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I am a big softie
every living thing.I would not purposely hurtany animal or human being.I hold out my armsto comfort any injured living creaturethat I might findwhether it be large or small.Everything needs love and comfortat sometime or anotherand that is leftto big softies like me.26 March 2008
Chasing rainbows
Chasing old loves‘cause no new loves cameChasing old dreamsFor no new dreams came alongWriting old love letters‘cause there are no new words to be foundOh, I am just a foolWho will never learnDeep in my heartA spark continues to burnUrging me always onwardTo the no where endWhere I’ll be forgottenBy foe and friend
If I should ever stray from home
Away from the green fields,purple mountains and Dingle BayI will always remember my Killarney ColleenWhose dark hair and laughing eyesAre the most beautiful you’ve ever seenAnd if in some foreign portSomeone should speak to meOf my Erin home far across the seaI will tell them what I’ve told no other manAll about my lovely Killarney…
I sail upon the mighty waves
where strange dialect yellsin my quest to find myself.Seasoned by the turnings seasonsI search for that peacewe all seek to find.Here on the rolling wavesI find my peace of mindwith stars and sun to guide meas I circumnavigate my hometravelling great distancesseeing the seven wondersas my travels take methrough uncharted waters deep.My mind is unclutteredby…
Little time capsules lie hidden
Tiny mementos laid downby strangers who passed this wayat some time in distant years.An empty cigarette packetsomeone enjoyed the contents,but when the question remains unanswered.Nuts, bolts, washers and screwsthese mementos suggest somethingand also another question.Standing here, I stare around meremembering my time hereand wondering what mementosmy life has left for strangersin the future years.Again another…
Twilight is the time
meets the night.The hour when the sunrests its head at sunset.The time when loverscome out to play,taking walks downleafy lover’s lanesbefore the moonwakes its sleepy head.Twilight a timenear the end of the day13 April 2008
watching the ripples on the water
race towards the shore,
the air held a stillness
of a world in tranquility.
I sat and watched Mother Nature
perform in all her glory
from a bench
on a quiet afternoon.
Ducks and Moor Hens
swam silently through the water.
I sat there watching quietly
leaving the rest of the world behind.
The quiet was rejuvenating
to any weakening spirit around,
just sitting there in silence
on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
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The fairy tale says,
a frog or is it a toad,it turns into a prince or a princess,depending on which story you have heard.I thought that I would test the theory.First on a frog, I tried,but nothing happened there.Then I grabbed the biggest toad,gave it a great big kiss as you know.All I ended up with was a big…
At the end of the day
are seen by loversas they stroll to their favourite rendezvous,where the moonbeams danceacross the waters of a lazy riverand fireflies court in twos.The chorus of the cricketsfills the stilled night airas lovers gather in courtinghere, there and everywhere.The night is filled with whispersof words not to be overheardon a staggered summer eveningin a time not…
Each night we look up to the heavens,
We all hope there is a starfor us up there.The star we wish upon,and hope our wishes will be granted,with the coming of the dawn.
Here I lay in bed
dance round my head.Don’t weep for mewhen I am dead,because all you will seeis just the husk of me.I will be gone to somewhere else,although they have not told me yet.It could be somewhere hotso I can burn my toes.It could be somewhere coldso it will freeze my nose.Then again it could be somewhere in…
Love is sometimes wonderful
Love is sometimes sadwith rejections again and again.Relationships can start out bad,but mature as time goes on into love.While others start out great,but disintegrate as the years pass.No one can tell or envisagewhat love will be likewhen they are stungby cupids little arrows.
I often write funny things
but I would never hurt or slander them,they are too precious in my eyes.Help I will give them,but hurt never crosses my mind,they are too valuable to ever sacrifice.I never like seeing anyone feeling down,that sort of misery only causes a frown.Love for everyone is what we need to give.The old saying has it rightwhen…