My ABCz


After so much time,
Building a poetry profile,
Chances are I’ve written enough,
Done my fair share worthwhile,
Even when times were tough,
For a novice to write,
Gives a sense of pride,
Helping create my highlights,
Impressing those where I bide,
Just the thought of a challenge,
Keeps me writing all night,
Like an eagle with talons,
Makes me want to take flight,
No-one said it’d be easy,
Only that it’d be fun,
Playing with words like breezy,
Quenches me when I’m done,
Right when I wan’t to stop,
Seems to be the perfect time to start,
To write something that pops,
Until the sky is dark,
Verging on the redundant,
With the chance of being bad,
Xerographically showing what is abundant,
Yearning to make you glad,
Zooming me forward.

A Poet Without Their Pen


A poet without her pen,
Is a poet without her voice.
Muted and silent,
For no-one to read.
Unheard among the masses,
Unseen among the trees.
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A poet without his pen,
Is a poet without his power.
Weak and feeble,
Not able to help.
Unable to fight injustice,
Unacknowledged in the struggle.
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A poet with their pen,
Is a poet at their strongest.
Loud and visible,
Speaking for those who can’t.
Shouting for those in need,
Screaming to help the world.

For A Fallen Petal


A person is like a petal,
Each one adds to the flower,
As a person adds to a family,
Eventually a petal falls.
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Over time that gap will fill,
Although now time stands still,
And for now the gap is obvious,
But the gap is there for all of us.
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There is a time for every petal,
As there is a time for all of us,
And when our petal falls,
We will land on God’s grass.

Winter of Love


As the nights grow cold,
the leaves on the trees grow weary,
But the heart grows warm,
and the legs grow steadfast.
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Where the certainty of the winter,
the lining of frost,
and the snow falls,
now grow the uncertainty of love.
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The heart calls,
the leaves fall,
the mind feels,
the wind knows,
All will be well in the end.

My Friend Forever


Show me the life,
Show me the power,
I seek the time,
I seek the hour,
My love is yours,
My love is rare,
Keep close by me,
My fiend forever.

A Tear Is


A tear is but a story,
A story to be told,
A soul who needs someone,
Someone to hold,
To say the day,
will be ok,
To let them know everything,
will go their way.
My tears have begun to flow,
But I have no-one to hold.

The End


As a candle meets its base,
As the sunlight meets the empty space,
As the December meets the January,
As the day meets its tomorrow,
As life meets its death,
All things must come to an end,
The end.

Te Amo


Te amo my morning sun,
I love you my evening light,
The first thing I think about in the morning,
The final thing I think about at night.

Screaming Heart


This heart screams and yells in pain,
For that someone to take it in,
It knows who that someone is,
And knows it cannot be his.
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Still it screams and yells in pain,
Till  someday it will be taken in,
It knows that will not be him,
But still it sits and waits for him.

Look Around You


Look around at all you can see,
Somewhere out there do you see me?
You are there in all do,
Let me be there in everything you do,
You are there when I need you,
Let me be there when you need me,
Open your heart to me,
As I have opened my heart to you.

If Life Were


If life were a song,
I’d sing it for you,
Every line that I’d sing,
Would bleed and run true.
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If life were a play,
I’d act it with you,
Every line that I’d say,
Would be just for you.
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If life were a talk,
I’d speak it for you,
Every word that I’d say,
Would be to love you.
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Alas life is just life,
This much is true,
So please let me spend,
Every moment with you.

Today I Thought Of You


I thought of you today,
That is nothing new,
But I cannot tell you.
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You were always there,
And I never knew,
How much I’d miss you.
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So in the words you loved,
Life’s a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
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Without you here,
I’ll live by your ways,
And enjoy my life.

A Year Since


So that’s it,
Your gone and not coming back,
A year feels so long,
And yet it’s also gone,
I cherish the moments,
And smile at the memories,
Knowing that I can’t call you,
Or just pop round for a tea,
You will be missed,
Not forgotten,
And most of all,
You will continue in me.

What Is In A Tear?


What is in a tear,
Are the thoughts you cannot hear,
thoughts that have built up,
year on year.
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In a tear,
Is the pain you had to bear,
The pain that you let show,
The pain that you’ve let go.
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Don’t keep the tear,
Just let it go,
Learn to let you heart show,
and learn to let your tears set you free.

Person That You Hide


Does anyone truly know,
The person you do not show,
The person that you hide,
Deep down inside.
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That one who cries to get out,
But you try to block it out,
People will never know,
Unless you let you show.

The Shores of Aberdeen


I look at the ocean,
Does it look back?
I see it clean the sand,
Does it see me making the footsteps?
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The beauty and the clarity of the north sea,
Separated only by gold from the city.
A loving grandfather plays chase with a grandchild,
Just as the sea place chase with the seagulls.
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A line of street lights stand guard,
Like tall green pillars,
Protecting the road by the sea,
From the dark of night.
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Lists of boats lay in clusters,
Atop the flat blue water,
Aboard them crews are just stirring,
Ready to start earning.
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All this can be seen,
By the shores of Aberdeen.

Train Window Questions


Looking out through a train window,
Nature looks like a snapshot,
Just a picture passing at seventy miles an hour.
Life is just standing still on the other side of this glass.
This glass cold to the touch and the only thing between me and the real world.
Sitting in a man-made object looking out onto nature.
Wondering what would be here if it weren’t for the rail line and this seven tone bullet.
The rail line rust coloured and just sitting there to help man get from point a to point b.
The grasses in their respective fields are green.
The straw in theirs yellow and in some bailed.
The hill like clouds of land blend into the land like clouds in the sky.
The trees browning and the water running under the occasional bridge.
The cars on the road and the tractors in the fields.
The only apparent moving objects.
The sun blanketing the land in its golden rays makes water glint with a fiery haze.
Looking out through a train window.
Town life looks alive.
Moving and bustling around.
Mankind is not stopping for anything on the other side of this glass.
This glass misty up from the smoke of the town and the only thing between me and the modern nature.
Sitting in a man-made object looking out onto modern nature.
Wondering what would be here if it weren’t for the rail line, this seven tone bullet and all the houses and business around me.
The rail line silver coloured as if just laid down, and there for multiple purposes.
The people in their respective professions working to make money.
The homeless sitting at street corners and some making money selling magazines.
The houses like plains of objects blend into the land like plains in the sky.
The trees still browning as if not deterred by the smog filled modern nature.
The water running cloudy under the bridge.
The cars on the roads and the people in the street move with intention.
The sun trying to light up the ground but being dimmed by the smog in the air makes the water glint feebly.
Heading closer and closer to Aberdeen life sees so surreal out here in the train.

Light of my Life


Years passed where I asked for you,
And who knew,
You were asking for me too.
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We may not have known each other,
But our hearts knew,
you were asking for me,
And I was asking for you too.
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My mornings are bright,
Waking next to you,
Seeing your smile,
Just being with you,
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Once my nights were dark,
But you see,
You are a light,
In my life to me.