Thursday, 28 January 2010

Ninety Four

Some people may like what I write,
Others think it total shite,
I'm afraid, now, it's not all you,
It is simply what I do.

My poetry may not be very good,
yet it sustains me more than food.
To write these things is not a chore,
It feels like what I was born for!

Ninety Three

Have you ever thought, why we do what we do?
Are the choices you make really by You?
When you decide, or make a choice,
Do you just listen to your single voice?

Or do you pause to look around,
Trying to hear that other sound?
We can learn from more than just speech,
Nature, around us, has so much to teach!

Tuesday, 26 January 2010

Ninety Two

Sometimes I feel I have nothing left,
My Heart, My Soul, Inside bereft.
Sometimes I have a different view,
that every day is something new!

Monday, 25 January 2010

Ninety One

There is something special about reading a book,
In to other worlds, they give you a look!
Through all those letters on a page,
You feel your imagination engage.

You create a world inside your mind,
but what would somebody else find?
Would the faces be the same as you,
Or would they see a different view?

Friday, 22 January 2010


You are always my Hearts desire,
You always set my life afire.
I really don't know what to do,
When all my thoughts are "YOU, YOU, YOU!"

Eighty Nine

Sometimes, someone grabs your thoughts,
Overwhelms you like Juggernauts,
Makes you think it can't be true,
You can't believe, they like you!

You must always believe yourself,
No matter what your mental health.
Self confidence is just the thing,
To make you think you are the King!

You feel the tickle of self doubt?
Don't be scared to let it out,
Ask, "What do you think of me?"
The Answer is "You set me free!"

Eighty Eight

I work the week to fund my life,
The weekend is free of strife.
If the day begins with S,
In my head, I shout "YES!"

Monday, 18 January 2010

Eighty Seven

I've just seen how many read my blog,
I sit here with my face agog.
To think you all read my stuff,
Simply turns my soul to fluff.

I deeply thank you from my heart,
I realise it's not high art,
Yet you decide to hear my voice,
Even, Seemingly by Choice!

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Eighty Six

My Family get better day by day,
They love me in that special way.
With just a look they let you know,
They will follow, Where you go.

Your decisions may be bad,
You may even make them sad.
But when you see that look of love
It feels better than a silken glove.

Friday, 15 January 2010

Eighty Five

I really have enjoyed today,
I forced my self in a different way.
Working hard is always fun,
but now the weekend has begun.

I choose my thoughts to be upbeat,
Happy is not a major feat.
Feel Sanity on the brink?
Tell your Brain, Joy to think!

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Eighty Four

Today my life is slightly better,
Even though I can't forget her.
Maybe it will turn out right,
If I get over my fright?

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Eighty Three

Today has been a really bad day.
I've said things that I hate to say.
I guess that with some strange sense,
I thought it was in self defence.

Monday, 11 January 2010

Eighty Two

I look at myself in a different way.
I don't know how else I can say,
The way, and things, you make me feel.
The life I live feels far more real.

Eighty One

Sometimes there are things I want to say,
But the words simply scare me away.
It is easy to type on here,
Say out loud? I live in fear.

Sunday, 10 January 2010


Suddenly I feel a massive pressure,
to write the poems that you may treasure.
Maybe it's the number Eighty,
That makes this all extremely weighty?

I really hope I don't let you down,
That my poetry won't make you frown.
But it is simply a compulsion,
Like lighting the fuse on rocket propulsion!

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Seventy Nine

When was the last time,
You told your Mum you love her?
That in Mum ratings,
No-one is above her?

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Monday, 4 January 2010

Seventy Six

Sometimes we feel nothing but pain,
other times we enjoy the rain.
I wish I were more self aware,
Maybe then I wouldn't Scare?

Seventy Five

I try to be happy,
Really, I do.
Sometimes I am,
More broken than you.

Saturday, 2 January 2010

Seventy Four

How do fish sleep,
When they can't close the eye,
that for me wishes,
the last day goodbye?