Tag Archives: Poem

Malham or Scarborough? Just a few lines for her.
A Cove from the land, From the seaside its Sand.
A stream through the Mill, The castle on its hill.
River ripples in the Sun, Waves breaking till they’ve done.

Its a pleasent thought, but no song…?

Could be wrong…?

Mystic shadows in the trees,
Mystic voices everywhere…
I step outside of me and I see,
In my head a face always stares…

All I really want to know-Is it me or just a dream?

River growing from the stream,
stream is flowing  from the cove…
Cove that climbs into the clouds,
clouds they’re spread out everywhere…

All I really want to do-is sit under a nice blue sky with you?

With you.

With you.

Thanks Jacob, great idea.

In a box, in a bottle or in a tin?

Use all for the meditating…

Look back on ‘things’ that have gone.

So very late saying ‘i’ was wrong.

Loving folks from the heart.

Is that a real new start?

Soon will the guitar come out?

See, hear and not doubt.

It wil…

Had a great weekend, sat night was sound.

A back without knots, toes all clean!
Mick and his dad, a pipe dream.
A face on the wall.
The mirrors not small.

Well good night…

The pleasure of pain, the anger of passion.

A shop in York, In the paper.
In a forest, In those woods.
Its only then, And not later.
A big control, for that little.

Makes no sense, its just time.
Decisions soon, on what to do.
Coming back I will be mine.

I love you just once a year.
So whats the point my dear.
In pretending I want you.
Really we should not be two.

Remember the eyes and that look.
My mind was overtook.
Everyday you should be mine.
Until the end of time.

You know folks that poem would relate to most couples who stay together just because thats what they think is right.  If your un-happy, get out of the relationship but please dont use someone else, do it for yourself, Take your time in finding yourself… i’m slowly finding me… its really really hard but I feel sure it will be worth all the pain.

I sit here on my own.
To me other folks have shown.
I have my health and heart.
08 has always been the kick-start.

Friends, band who-ever.
One thing I will never.
Get stuck like this again.
My tracks will be firm.

The Flying Scotsman and the Train.

I hope sometime to have a poems section, but here is another… I’v loads;

Not many diamonds, But plenty of fish?
Is often said.
If this may be, so whats the future?
A diamond waits ahead.

In the meantime, A new job and a change?
Just to be stable.
Full and part time work, is this working hard?

Yes, then a wrapped diamond I will label.

This is defo not man flu, its flu… cant remember ever feeling this bad, I had my parents over to give me hand with my boys, the x wife has gone away. They got me the film; The Flying Scotsman, its the true story of Graeme Obree, an amazing true story. If you havent seen it then you should get it.

Xmas 07, Dec the 20th.

The trees still not up.
Wondering if its all the worth.
Or to throw in the cut.
But its up on the 22nd.

Its late but thats life.
I thought I’d so weakened.
Xmas time this is rife.
Look forward to the 25th.

Though expecting worse ever.
Trying really to break a myth.
Good comes to good? never.
Good comes to bad it seems.

I dont want to be alone.
Together I need to hold my seams.
Its me sat in my home.
Heres to 2008 eh…