Young Lady

Young Lady

 

 

I knew from the first moment, my heart

Instantly fell in complete love

with the soul of a truly

genuine young lady.

There I’ll always be

If ever you

Need me. You

Have my

word.

What I See

What I See

 

Behind the fluffy clouds

Stands the tallest ever skyscraper

Its needle shines brightly

Spreading the suns light across the sky

A vision so beautiful and Hard to Beat

Holiday in December

Holiday in December

 

I’d love to go away in December you know

Somewhere that’s far and covered in snow

 

Though the hotel would need to be nice and hot

Or stay in an igloo hotel, they look like a some spot

 

Rest and chill, watch the Sky’s night fall

Pen, paper at the ready, a really good call.

 

After star gazing in awe, I’d sit by a fire

Read over my words, hoping they’ll inspire

 

I wouldn’t go alone, it could look a bit sad

Then again why not, it might not be too bad

 

Maybe I would ask a friend if they could go

I’d love to go away in December you know

 

A Baldy’s Notion

A Baldy’s Notion

 

I haven’t a baldy’s notion

 

A famous Irish saying

Meaning no idea

 

Bald men must have some notion

Annoying for sure

Likely my bald head will perceive me

Don’t judge us as fools though

You’ll be the one left gobsmacked!

Normal

Normal

 

Not now or never again will life be Normal!

Objection, I’d like to call you out on that. Explain Normal?

Right..am okay..let’s see…before Covid-19 everything was normal!

May I once again object? Each and every one of us is different not normal!

All I’m trying to say is life before to me felt normal

Let’s just say, were all in the same storm with different boats.

 

 

Normal as such pre Covid for me was a crazy rush.

Out every night at a different hobby, sometimes two or three on the same night

Normal during covid was difficult to navigate,

From crazy busy to Nothing – there lay the struggle

Btu! We learn to adapt. Some people don’t like changes, I get that.

Our circumstance now should be, life as we see it now is normal.

What happened pre covid-19 is history.

Gransha Grounds

Gransha Grounds

 

The sun sits high in the sky

Radiating heat as I pass by

 

Tis a fine summers day,

Even the rabbits have come to play

 

Sounds of Nature ring out on Gransha’s grounds

It’s the weekend, there’s not many humans around

 

A stretch of the legs, was the order of the day

It’s time to go home and make the Tae!

7071 – A message

7071 – A message

 

In 7071, a young couple moved to a new home.

Exploring the backyard it was obvious it needed,

Care and attention to relive its former blossom.

They started digging at the back fence,

Breaking ground and a few feet down, they found a bottle.

 

It looked old and stained but they could see white paper inside.

They thought whoever buried it was clever.

The bottle was glass and made of silicon,

therefore it wouldn’t rot and hurt the environment.

 

The note read:

 

Poetry helped me survive the dreaded and unknown Covid-19

Only my words and memories distracted my fragile mind

Each time I felt a struggle, I kept pen and paper near by

The struggle was real, lack of leadership from government caused chaos

Rightly people were scared of the unknown. We pulled though.

You don’t have to, but, can I recommend Poetry?

 

P.s You never know what your words might mean to someone oneday. I know Poetry isn’t for everyone but even if you just write for yourself then you may find it helpful as a coping mechanism

 

Kind Regards

 

Brian

P.p.s Your words are worth writing.

Humbled (Cont)

Humbled (Cont)

 

You don’t have to hear the words spoken to hear a voice.

Read what they’ve written with care and attention.

Look beyond our own voice and feelings.

In person, facial expressions and body language speak loudest.

Watch, show understanding and empathy.

The person may thank you, they may even feel humbled that you’ve heard them.

Especially family and friends.

 

Title and First Line from a Poem called Humbled by Poet Rosalind M Patton in her beautiful book. A Little Faith, Hope and Love: Poetry Collection

Paths

Paths

 

Follow me for I shall guide you

Follow me for I shall guide you

Follow me for I shall guide you

Follow your own path? I know the way.

 

I know the way, I ‘ve walked it many times

I know the way, I ‘ve walked it many times

I know the way, I ‘ve walked it many times

Still! You want to walk your own path?

 

Fine, you follow your own path

Fine, you follow your own path

Fine, you follow your own path

Your own Path! It’s wrong, we’ll see!

 

You got here but how is that possible

You got here but how is that possible

You got here but how is that possible

You’re sure you followed your own path?

 

I’ve just learned a very simple message

I’ve just learned a very simple message

I’ve just learned a very simple message

Many, many paths lead to the same destinations.