I havnt posted anything for a while but I have been busy writing poems as I still grieve.

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JUST ANOTHER DAY 

Every year we go through the motions, 

Festivities celebrations and retail promotions, 

Without much thought we spend so much money, 

Shop after shop not much time we must hurry, 

Get into debt with payday loans and our savings, 

The gifts that we buy make up for all the years failings, 

Now money is tight I'm a single man trying,

Can't afford much and I watch what I'm buying, 

My son understands the amount he will get,

He's old enough now that he won't get upset, 

Christmas with Cheryl was magic and fun, 

A real special moment spent with my loved one, 

Now the morning of Christmas has not got that thrill,

We had each year prior ,

what's gone we can't fill.

NOT A STROKE OF LUCK 

I thought this life could get no worse,

But life's new chapter contains a verse,

Brought together a certain way,

A poem is born what will it say,

Life's a story going on and on,

Those tragic moments I thought were gone,

Without pre warning there was no sign, 

Apart from this I was feeling fine, 

Of all the body it chose this place, 

The whole left side of my ageing face, 

You think the worst! it is a stroke,

Typical diagnosis from a bloke, 

There is a condition I did not know, 

It's not a stroke your off deaths row,

It's called Bells palsy it can be caused by stress, 

Weakens facial muscles your looking a mess,

So what comes next in my life of gloom,

A suspect package "what's this inside?"

                  BOOOOMMM!!!!!!!

LASTING MEMORIES 

All these memories, 

All the joy,

All we love,

The real McCoy, 

A fast paced life, 

No time to stop,

Plenty fizz in homemade pop,

We did so much, 

We crammed it in,

Somewhere safe,

It's stored within, 

My mind is all I have to view,

Those precious moments, 

Made with you, 

I try to think more of them,

Instead of the trauma which overwhelm,

It isn't so easy I let you know,

Like many bad things you can't outgrow, 

Life can end at anytime,

There's no happy ending in lifes pantomime. 

I HOPE PEOPLE CAN RELATE TO MY POEMS IN SOME WAY.

I WOULD LIKE TO THINK THERE IS SIMILARITIES TO WHAT MY GRIEVING PROCESS CONSISTS OF.

NOT THAT I WOULD WISH ANYONE TO SUFFER THE PAIN I FEEL ALMOST EVERY DAY

BUT SOMEONE COULD BE DEALING WITH THE HORRORS I FACE AND HAVE ADVICE TO PASS ON THE SKILLS I HAVE NOT YET COME ACROSS OR USED TO THE FULL POTENTIAL. 

I HAVE FOCUSED ON A IDEA THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE SHADOWS OF MY BRAIN FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND HAVE NEVER COMMITTED TO ACTION IT .

35YRS IN FISH TRADE AND ONLY NOW I AM PREPARED TO PRODUCE MY OWN KIPPERS, SMOKED FISH ,WELL JUST ABOUT ANYTHING IS ACCEPTED BY ME TO HAVE A FLAVOURED SMOKE ENHANCING ITS USUAL  BLAND FLAVOUR WITH THE HELP FROM MY HOMEMADE COLD SMOKER .

NOTHING WILL BE OUT OF BOUNDS .

MEAT, FISH, SHELLFISH, EELS ,

THE LIST GOES ON AND I WELCOME ANY IDEAS .

GOD HELP MY NEIGHBOURS ON WASH DAY.

HOPE THEY LIKE KIPPERS.LOL