Gretchen Rose.
Oh Gretchen Rose I dreamed of you
My sparkle in this world so blue.
Oh Gretchen Rose
My flower so sweet
I wish you'd walked upon those feet
And trekked a path of love so neat.
Oh Gretchen Girl
You were my hope
I knew your joy would help me cope
Oh Gretchen Rose
My petite femme
My love so small
My little Gem.
"Dedicated to my friend Kate who sadly lost her little baby girl")
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Monday, 25 October 2010
Poem of the Week
DECISIONS
People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.
Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.
Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.
So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.
People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.
Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.
Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.
So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.
Friday, 15 October 2010
Poem of the Week
The Lovers Rath
Messing with me you should not do
Cause I'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire
I'm taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see
I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline
Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment
Deeply die
My lovers wrath
Soldier on
And lay the path
I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown
For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul
I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.
Messing with me you should not do
Cause I'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire
I'm taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see
I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline
Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment
Deeply die
My lovers wrath
Soldier on
And lay the path
I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown
For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul
I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Poem of the Week
No More Will I Wander
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Poem of The Week
To Find My Love
On such sweet thoughts I do but dwell
of fulfilling drops from the lovers well
Oh help agree my future fate
and send me on an endless date
where I shall find a lifelong mate
Do not fool me with a sprinkle of lust
where eyes are glazed with short term trust
Just send me a message from the skies above
delivered by the snow white dove
Foretell the story of who I will love
in future times and in heaven above.
On such sweet thoughts I do but dwell
of fulfilling drops from the lovers well
Oh help agree my future fate
and send me on an endless date
where I shall find a lifelong mate
Do not fool me with a sprinkle of lust
where eyes are glazed with short term trust
Just send me a message from the skies above
delivered by the snow white dove
Foretell the story of who I will love
in future times and in heaven above.
Friday, 28 May 2010
Poem of the Week
Tortured Innocent
Hurt cuts deep into my heart
tears fill my eyes
As my little angels locks of gold
fall in clumps of desperation
and lay upon the ground.
How can my child understand
why should she stand alone
I cannot protect my princess
as children stare,laugh and taunt
I can't stop the corner giggles
that scar her innocent tortured soul
God protect her confidence
strengthen her spirit
keep her proud and smiling
for come what may
she will always be my daughter
my sunshine in every way
Hurt cuts deep into my heart
tears fill my eyes
As my little angels locks of gold
fall in clumps of desperation
and lay upon the ground.
How can my child understand
why should she stand alone
I cannot protect my princess
as children stare,laugh and taunt
I can't stop the corner giggles
that scar her innocent tortured soul
God protect her confidence
strengthen her spirit
keep her proud and smiling
for come what may
she will always be my daughter
my sunshine in every way
Sunday, 23 May 2010
Poem of the Week
Sheep Syndrome.
Lets conform from the age of three
as the decree of conformity won't let you be
for you will hold your knife and fork like every other living dork
Lets all wear our uniforms, to school, work and play
blazers, suits and football shirts
will ensure you do not stray
When the time comes to vote ,you know it's not for thee
you shouldn't vote for anyone outside the family tree
Follow your fathers,choose one of three
or your vote will be a waisted one
that's democracy you see.
On saturday nights lets go to the pub
watch X factor and Dorothy
Lets not be original
for conservative we should be.
Let the masses follow each other in predicted sheepish ways
so the shepherds have it easy and predict our every way.
James Larkhill
Lets conform from the age of three
as the decree of conformity won't let you be
for you will hold your knife and fork like every other living dork
Lets all wear our uniforms, to school, work and play
blazers, suits and football shirts
will ensure you do not stray
When the time comes to vote ,you know it's not for thee
you shouldn't vote for anyone outside the family tree
Follow your fathers,choose one of three
or your vote will be a waisted one
that's democracy you see.
On saturday nights lets go to the pub
watch X factor and Dorothy
Lets not be original
for conservative we should be.
Let the masses follow each other in predicted sheepish ways
so the shepherds have it easy and predict our every way.
James Larkhill
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