Sleep Tight.

For those that we loved

Memories we locked away

For photos of times

We all shared such good days 

For the eternal gift 

Of playing such a part 

For the chance to have cradled

Such amazing hearts

For songs we created

But never sang out loud

For warm handshakes 

Kept locked in the clouds 

For all the smiles and happily cried tears

For our friendships

That shaped us over the years 

For all those we have lost 

We say our prayers 

For all our courage

Every thing we shared

For all that we remember 

The lives we achieved

For all those we miss 

I raise a glass to Thee

Here With Dad.

That old tin bath

Left out in the Sun 

On sweet dewed grass

Warm glimmered waters run

Dad was a Soldier

A farmer  A great Soul 

He gave us amazing Summers 

And taught us how to grow

Picking Apples 

In fields of green

Sat upon the tractor

Huge smiles that beamed 

We never just had one day

It was life's Holiday of fun 

So much laughter 

So much play

But if I could choose

Just one amazing moment

It would all that is held 

In that Christmas torment 

Sprinkled Magic 

That warm log fire 

Presents with ribbons

Petty paper to admire

A cold winters evening

Chestnuts with hot cups of tea

A Father so happy 

With me resting on his knee. 

Magic In Thee.

A shimmering wood

That contains the stars

Of wonderous Magic 

Full of silver Moon shards 

A box of power

A box of goals

It has a  heart

Within a beating soul

Key of silver

Platinum charm 

Ancient Chants protect it 

So it can't 

Cause harm

Cross inlaid

To keep Demons away

Just a wodden box ?

Who can say ?

Once you are told

Stories and ryhmes

Mysterious things

Take a hold

You can't help but question

Sanity's plea

Is that little box Magic ?

Will it move the heavens 

Or melt the sea ? 

Blessing or a curse

Which story to believe ? 

I sit in front of it 

No will to leave 

But to  walk away ? 

Forget all these Myths ? 

Could this small box

Be part of a gift ?

Can I unlock secrets ? 

Make Wishes come true ? 

Oh little Pandora's Box 

What shall I do ? 

That Sweet Red.

She tried so hard to put it down

That glass in her hand 

In which her life drowned

Sweet taste 

That blurred her head 

Stopped her thinking

Her emotions laid dead 

Color red

Spilt on her chin

Dropped to the floor 

A puddle of sin 

Taken over 

That bottle or few 

A breakfast 

Lasting the whole day through 

Into the nights

With a hand full of pills

Sickened duvets 

A struggle of will

Life never used to be this way 

She reminisced of dance floors 

Where she once swayed 

Pretty tunes still come to her head 

Along with memories 

Soon lost in dread 

How could such beauty 

Be torn from this face 

Hagered eyes,  wrinkles 

Cover this once golden grace

Her life was changed 

In one quick glance 

Sitting by a bottle 

No longer stands a chance 

Love has flown 

And left her be 

With a glass of sweet red

Resting on her Knee

The Old Modern.

It may be modern times we hold

But who doesn't wonder 

At stories of old

Ancient relatives

Songs of war 

Historical notebooks

Journels in store

Each day we add a second penned line

In verse in pages 

In books all bind

Footprints of past 

Hand prints of gold

Who can but wonder 

At stories of old 

The Life They Live.

Gambling Man 

Empty pockets

Drunken Woman 

Clutching her pretty locket 

Old Man 

Walks the Street 

Shuffling each step 

With time to keep 

Disturbed housewife 

Wondering why 

The walls don't talk back 

Are they shy ? 

Graceful Dancer 

Twirling to a tune 

Forgetting what happened 

On a dark day in June

Bala clavered head

Breaking the door

Will fill his bag 

With all that's in store

Distant lawn mower 

With an owner that sighs 

Bees buzzing round 

Sunflowers high

A happy child 

Looking at the Sun

In his hand 

A Cowboy's gun 

Teenagers waiting 

For School to end 

Summer vacations 

Just around the bend

We all live 

Such different lives 

Some of them good 

A few of them sad

That gambling Man shouts 

To a devil of class 

That drunken woman stumbles 

With her Demon filled glass

Life swallows us all 

With stories to be told

A legacy set 

In  a page of gold. 

Scrolls

Beautiful day

Collums of gold

Laid down from the Sun

On Earth of old

Rainbowed skies

Over crystal trees

The fish in the river 

Swim with such ease

A dog's bark

A child's cry 

Lovers in laughter

But here I lie

With notebook and pen

Of  ideas and dreams

Life gone by

Papered edges stained at the seems

I have conquered so much 

Over my years

Told many stories 

Cried many tears

Trodden paths

Put down many goals 

Failed in some

Left footprints in scrolls

Watched many smiles

Shared all loves

But on this dewed grass 

I hand to the Dove

Hopes of my future 

Past wrapped in sheets

So she can take flight

And float on the breeze

Whispering my thoughts 

Amongst the Bees

A Lonely Bench

Sitting ,watching

People go by

Confidence in heels 

And those that are shy

Glimmer of sunshine

Smiles on faces 

Distant laughs 

As they step in paces 

Broken shoes 

Rips in Jeans 

Blonde hair and jackets

Colorful scenes 

Crazy arguments

Children playing

Struggling through each mission

Some are praying

Bags full

Of a shopping spree

How many of these people

Notice me ? 

Here  on a bench 

Quiet, unspoken

Thinking how good it feels 

When a new day has just woken

He Stood So Tall.

It was chaos,

A drunken brawl

The Devil sat lonely

Angels began to fall

Clouds lost lusture

Black rain began to seep

Through veins in crackled hedges

As Darkness began to creep

Light lost her purpose 

Stars no longer  burned

The Sun cloaked her pretty head

Her back she slowly turned

He started to weave a magic 

Of wickedness with desire

To destroy a golden hill top 

Slay mother nature and tread the flowers

Intention to spread evil

Was winning in his path

To beat a greater good

Where only he could laugh

So I cling to my pillow

Tears of hopelessness

He found a sick humour

At such sad depress

Of Human Nature's feelings 

He had come to end it all

To fling his final dance 

Upon a lifted pedestal 

He is the crazy

The madness in song

The Devil overcame me 

No longer am I strong

Prayers of hope abandoned

Will lost it's way 

I give in my struggled fight 

And eternally sleep my life away 

I Stand Alone

I hear it chime

But the clock stands still

No battery or life

No key of will

I hear your voice 

In the distance call

But you are not here

Only a bare wall

I smell the sweetness 

Of perfumes sprayed

But you are not here 

Although I prayed and prayed

For that tender breath

To silently creep in

To feel your hands

Warm on my skin 

I cry in the dark

Calling out your name 

But you are not here 

This is such a cruel game

I wake to find the bed so cold

Pillows uncreased

Only memories told

A single coffee cup 

On a table for two 

And by the door 

Only one pair of shoes 

But you are not here

To calm my mind 

To cradle scared thoughts 

That leave me blind

I see your smile 

Right there in my dreams 

I would bring you back

If I had the means 

Make up covers tears

And eyes that are aching

My OKs are false 

To the People I am facing 

If only you knew how hard it is

But you are not here 

To help with a tender kiss

So I cover the clock

Ignore the Day 

Because you are not here

To help stop my life fray 

Crackled Paths

Came down

Falling hard

Broke through clouds

Stealing shiny star shards

Crippled the Moon

Split open the Sun

I've given up

Every thing's done

Earth is now sick

Blackened my feet

Sand is now dead

Lost in flames heat

Skins now burn

From failing hearts

Angels turned bitter

Devil's lording starts

Run all the people

Jump over crackled paths

Try to avoid

His Throne by his hearth

He foretold

Breaking Mankind

Destroying all faiths

With wicked in mind

He will twist insides

Until breathing is done 

I've given up

My Demon has won. 

Fly

Clear sky

A crystal raindrop falls

Wonder why

Who's tears were called

A single sun ray

Hits the river 

Slight breeze

To make you shiver

Silent whisper held in Space 

Floating with Moons

Leaving no trace

Creatures and critters

All remain still

Crickets are silent 

No Ants on the hill

You see, 

crystal raindrops

only fall

When Heaven needs Angels

No matter how small

So hush my love

Don't be afraid

He promised to love you

When I prayed

Walk your steps

Through gates so high

I'll sit here and watch

With a gentle sigh

I will hold your hand

When it's my turn

I will trace your path

You see, I learn

That crystal raindrops 

Only fall

When hearts stop beating

It is our call

Goodbye sweet one

Sleep so tight 

I will see you one day

When my wings take flight.