Poetry

Monday mornings

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Every day when I wake up
I stumble through my rooms
Blindly I take my coffee cup
And inhale delicious fumes

Carefully I seek my way
Along the table to my couch
Because that is the place to stay
My favourite spot to grouch

I close my eyes and take a sip
And feel the strength within myself
To reach up, cautious not to drip
And choose a book from the shelf

When I’m reading I forget the time
Completely caught up in the tale
In romance novel or in crime
My hero always would prevail

I don’t care what tasks remain
For me to do without delay
I tell myself again and again
Just one more page and I’m halfway

The next time I glance at the clock
It’s almost five in the afternoon
I suddenly fell into a shock
The day has gone by way to soon

Shamefully I realise this won’t do
I make a promise I am certain to keep
Tomorrow I will start anew
Except for that one day in the week

On Monday mornings I have found
With a lifelong comprehension
It is just too hard to turn around
So I do not have any pretension

To wake up and cheerful start the day
The Monday morning blues won’t go
Whatever come whatever may
I’ve abandoned this perception long ago

So for six days in the week I’ll try
To first finish my chores and tasks
It’s going to be tough I won’t deny
Just keep my head up if someone asks

But Monday mornings are for me
With my coffee and to grouch
On this day I am an absentee
In my favourite spot on my couch

A Ghra A Amhain

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A ghra, A amhain, my love, my only one
Do I know you well or do I fail to understand
Am I just keeping a brave face
Or am I wandering in no man’s land

Why am I trying so hard to disappear
Blending in behind the crowd
And on the other hand I do my best
To succeed because I’m really proud

Of what I’ve accomplished and who I am
Of all the hugs I freely gave
To all the strangers in the world
But then there’s nothing left for me to safe

I wonder if I was meant to be
An anonymous and faceless stranger
To give a helping hand here and there
And then to disappear without any danger

On second thought I’m fairly sure
I have confidence enough
I think I have earned the right
To be a bit bold and tough

And yet again I end my poem
The same as I begun
With a mischievous grin
A ghra, A amhain, my love, my only one

Just Whispers

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Slowly we walked hand in hand
Not a word was said
Just whispers
Soft low whispers from the sand

No certain direction did we take
Many winding roads did we follow
Being lost was never a thought
Words would only be hollow
Not a word was said
Just Whispers
Soft low whispers from the sand

With our souls intertwined
We paid no mind to what was being said
Not a word would be heard
Just whispers
Soft low whispers from the sand

On our days final journey No words will be needed
For the seeds will be sown
Not a word will be heard
Just whispers
Soft low whispers from the sand

With our love standing strong for all to see
No goodbyes will be heard
Not even a single word
Just whispers
Soft low whispers from the sand

Dare to Fly

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How very often do we hold ourselves in check
When it comes to expressing what we truly desire,
As if life were nothing but a series of second chances

And even though we realize there will be that moment
When it is too late for saying or doing what we wanted,
More often than not we still allow ourselves to hold back

What is it about us that makes us so cautious and afraid
To be truthful and reveal our heart’s desires to another,
While regretful days and nights punish us unmercifully

Do we really believe that by telling someone of our love,
It will somehow harm the relationship that we share,
And if that be the case, what does that say about us

Choose not to live your life in fearful speculations
While your dreams fade into the mists of time,
But seize the moment to be true to yourself

Dare to give your hopes and dreams wings
To fly freely where you most desire to be
For no one else is likely to do it for you

And if you do not heed this heartfelt plea,
You’ll doom yourself to the gray shadows
Of whom you might have become

Confessions of a lost Soul

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I’ll tell you secrets, but they are lies.
I can look at your face and right in your eyes.
I’ll tell you things you want to hear.
Then I’ll push you away when you get near.

You’ll be my friend when I want you to be
But there’s things about me that you’ll never see.
You won’t see my heart for there is none
And my actions will kill you faster than a gun.

I will hurt you and I won’t care
For one morning you’ll awake and I’m not there.
I’ll tell you you’re special but that’s just a lie.
I will hurt you and make you cry.

I have no heart, there’s nothing there
No more secrets – nothing to share.
Just as the night is black as coal
So is this confession of a lost soul.

Who said I care ?

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I want the sun rise only for you
when you need it
I want you to see
the most beautiful sunsets to cheer you
I want you to call life experiences
as the step of life
Because mistakes are not always
a lesson to learn from
I wish you an endless love
to hold on and last you forever

I want you to see the rainbow
after each passing storm
Want you to have a reason
to smile at hardships
I want you to leave all the darkness
behind of your life to go on
So you can enjoy all the small
and the big things in life
Don’t shut yourself down
but open your heart for a new love

I wish you a smile a day
to warm up your heart
Never ever feel alone
or feel lost in your own world
I wish you to have a long life
filled with happiness to live on
And all your dreams
and wishes to some true
But most of all
I wish you ever real and true love

I want and wish
many wonderful things for you
You cried enough tears
with many heartbreaks
If you are standing still
after many of your sorrow
Then please try to see
the brighter side of your tomorrow
Hope for the peace within
and a true love to follow

Words in Life they matter

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Words in life they matter
Even when we’re shattered
Rhymes to fill an ocean
Words that we have spoken

Written on fine linen
Words on life are given
Parchment on a table
Heart will show it’s label

Write the words we’re feeling
They always are revealing
In our hearts the power
To get through every hour

Always there’s tomorrow
With words in life we borrow
Putting thoughts together
To make our souls feel better

These the words we’ve written
Upon your heart be smitten
For love shared in this moment
Can ease the pain and torment

Then the love in essence
Shows within it’s presence
Words in life are golden
If shared with all emotion.

Living your Dreams

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So many memories surface
Looking back through the years
Hard earned accomplishments
Flavored by the taste of tears

An important phase of life
That will be missed one day
Hard to believe right now
So ready to be on your way

Friends may be left behind
Many will take their place
Some will last for a lifetime
Others a mere name and face

Those who have influenced
The person you are today
Will always be remembered
Their wisdom inside to stay

The future is your destination
You decide what path to take
Where it leads is determined
By the choices that you make

Dreams destined for reality
Goals to be set and attained
Happy memories to be made
Standards to be maintained

More lessons to be learned
Each one a step ahead
To a future full of promise
Like books yet to be read

Not Today

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When memories begin to fade,
when I break promise I’ve made,
and life no longer seems so gay
I shall be old, but not today.

For I have children I must hold
and many stories to be told
and much to see along the way;
I shall be old, but not today.

When I no longer care to write
of all life’s wonder and delight,
or take the time to kneel and pray,
I shall be old, but not today.

For there is much that I must do,
poems to write; at least a few,
and so much more I have to say;
I shall be old, but not today.

When love can’t make my spirit glow
and I care not if roses grow,
it’s then and only then I’ll say,
I shall be old, but not today.

For in my gardens, love has grown
in all the seeds that I have sown,
and never may it wilt away;
I shall be old, but not today.

When I care not how others feel
and life no longer offers thrill, when
hopes and dreams all fade away
I shall be old, but not today.

For I must not accept defeat
for life is short and oh, so sweet
and there’s no time to waste away;
I shall be old, but not today…

Old age is not for sour pusses

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Old folk are fun to be around,
I know because I’m one,
I laugh at me so many times,
I just must be a lot of fun!

I lost my glasses the other day,
Where were they, do you s’pose?
Well, they were on my head all right,
But on my forehead, not my nose.

The smallest things amuse me,
Like rising from my chair,
I rock upon my haunches,
‘Til I rock me in the air.

Today I left the coffee out,
When I plugged the coffee maker in,
Then I got hot water from the spout,
Where the coffee should have been.

I often feel quite silly,
When I move from room to room,
Wondering what I came for,
And did I come too late too soon?

I really get a kick from
Blowing dust curls out of sight,
There was a time if I’d seen one,
I would have cleaned all night.

And I think it is hilarious,
When I get Viagra ads,
In unmarked, plain, brown envelopes,
I laugh, but don’t get mad.

In fact, I almost ordered some,
For an old friend of mine with needs,
But his arthritis was so bad,
He would have rubbed it on his knees.

The many different pills I take,
Are just like tiddly-winks,
My thumb can flip them to my tongue.
And I’m very good, I think.

I’ve been cautioned by well-meaning folks,
To keep my doors locked tight,
I laugh because I know so well,
My abductor would drop me at first light.

One night when I sat down to dinner,
Everything smelled so good,
But I laughed when I picked up my fork,
For I forgot to serve the food.

You say growing old’s not funny,
Well, that depends, my friend,
If you can giggle at yourself,
I think you’ll make it to the end.

And I hope with all my heart and soul,
When Saint Peter lets you through,
He’s teasing, when he stops and asks,
“WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?”