SLOWLY...DRAGGING...FEET...OF...LEAD....
WE...HANG...OUR...HEADS, AND...THINK...OF...BED.
SLOWLY...DO...THE...HOURS...CHIME,
UNTIL...IT'S...GOING...HOME...TIME...
HOPEFULLY...WE...SIT...AND...WATCH...
THE...SECONDS...TICKING...'TIL...TIME...OFF...
AS...
CLOSER...
TO...
HOME...
TIME...
THEY...
GET;
THEY...
MARCH...
EVEN...
SLOWER...
YET...
the hour flies past when you are free,
and who you are is who you be,
the time zooms past without a tick,
when suddenly-
THE...HOURS...STICK...
CLOCK...HANDS...WALTZ...SLOWLY...ROUND...THE...CLOCK...
YOU'RE...BACK...IN...WORK, IT'S...SUCH...A...SHOCK...
YOU...SIT...AND...DREAM...OF...A...TIME...SOON...
'TIL...THEN...
YOU...WATCH...THE...CLOCKS...WITH...GLOOM...........
You - are the tree boughs,
Strong against the wind.
You - are the edges of a heart,
Newly trimmed.
You - are the butterflies,
Held in a silver spoon.
You - are diamond dust,
Given by the moon.
You - are the oceans,
You are the stars.
You - are forever,
You are who you are.
(For Gina Frame.)
Inside the church of steeple old,
A man plays gently to his fold,
Across the ivory; music plays,
Spending hours as if were days.
The flock they turn, to watch each note,
As into heaven they softly float,
Across the ivory; music plays,
Spending hours as if were days.
When they return, the man is gone,
Yet the music still plays on,
Across the ivory; music plays,
Spending hours as if were days.
They pick on you because you are ugly,
They pick on you because you are fat,
They pick on you because of your hair,
They pick on you because of that!
We don't like you because you are ugly,
We don't like you because you are fat,
We don't like you because of your hair,
We don't like you because of that!
You don't like me because I am different,
I'm not ugly, or stupid, or fat,
You're frightened you can't handle my difference,
You fear me just down to that!
Hills of green and fields of gold,
Sky of blue and students; bold,
Climbing heaven's stairway steep,
Just so they can get to sleep.
Grass of green and trees of gold,
Sea of blue and students; bold,
Climbing heaven's stairway steep,
Bringing blisters to their feet.
Land of green and stars of gold,
The heart thats true of students; bold,
Climbing heaven's stairway steep,
So destiny's future they can meet.
I gaze into his eyes,
And I feel a rush of love.
I look up to the sky,
And say thank-you to above.
Thanks for my small angel,
And thank you for my boy,
I'm grateful for my little son,
He's filled me full of joy.
And as I lay him down to sleep,
And kiss his sweet, soft head,
He's smiling as he slumbers deep,
In his crib, his bed.
My life is now so perfect,
He's so precious, tiny, sweet.
I couldn't do without him,
He's made my life complete.
Is there a love as fair, my dear?
Or any rose as sweet?
Could my heart beat as fierce as fear?
When first out two souls meet?
Do others see the posies?
That bloom beneath our feet?
Could others sense this closeness?
When first our eyes did meet?
Can you capture dewdrops?
Could their nectar taste as sweet?
Can you feel time slip to a stop?
When first our fingers meet?
Our two hearts choose to beat as one,
Because our mind, soul, spirit meet.
My sweet child,
My innocence,
When you died,
I gently cried,
I lost all sense,
My sweet child.
My baby, mild,
My heart could not dance,
When you died.
My soul sighed,
I lived in a trance,
My sweet child.
By grief I was trialled,
Forced into past tense,
When you died.
My sweet child,
I lost my sense,
My sweet child,
When you died.
The thought of you; it causes;
The sunshine and the dew.
You cause the flowers to grow here,
And my heart grows here too.
You cause all my seasons,
You cause all my storms.
You cause the beating of my heart,
You cause a feeling; warm.
You've caused me lots of sunny smiles,
You've caused me lots of tears.
Maybe I'm just imagining;
You lighten my heart by years.
Let the rainbow serpent of deceit,
Fork its long tongue into your deep.
Let its bright colours rule your life,
Leaving sharp wounds; as it's tongue is a knife.
Let it hide your fear,
Let it show only shadows,
Let it cut you loose from all you know,
And love.
Its colours can protect you from your loneliness.
But can you protect yourself-
From its rainbow wall?
Beams of moonlight hit my face,
Illuminating yours.
The ghostly white of christening lace,
Which is forever yours.
Little though you may be,
Dependant as you were...
You're the biggest part of me,
You're my shining star.
And as I say my last goodbye,
My tears fall on your face.
My only question must be, 'Why?'
'Did God take one so young?'
Has there ever, ever been,
A poem as nice as a jellybean?
How does a sonnet really compare,
To chocolate?
Now, be really fair!
And on an island,
Stranded - would you rather take,
Some ice-cream, or,
Some William Blake?
Grow up teacher,
For poetry's sake!
Give us instead,
CHOCOLATE CAKE!
They make me smile,
Though I am sad.
I wish to cry,
But find I can't.
I feel fear,
And anger too.
I feel sadness,
I am blue.
I want to be myself,
But I have no sense of me.
I have to be rescued.
I want to have my freedom.
I NEED to find my soul.
I got to search my rainbow,
For my spirit's pot of gold.
Why can't they ever leave me,
When can I be alone?
I want to be a butterfly...
But I'm never left to grow.
I want the world to end now,
I want it OVER...GONE!
FROM THIS WE CAN DISCOVER,
LIFE IS HARD
FOR THE LAUGHING CLOWN.
MONDAY MORNING-
I STRODE INTO SCHOOL,
WITH MY HAIR SLEEK,
IN A LOOSE PONYTAIL,
TIED WITH A RIBBON,
THE COLOUR OF MY BIRTH-STONE.
IT WAS ALL THE RAGE,
LAST MONDAY.
IT TOOK A FULL, SEVEN DAYS,
TO PERSUADE DAD;
TO LET ME WEAR IT
THIS WAY.
MONDAY MORNING-
I SAW IN SCHOOL:
THE POPULAR GIRLS;
HAIR IN BUNCHES,
MESSY,
WITH PINK, FLUFFY BOBBLES.
IT IS ALL THE RAGE,
THIS MONDAY.
IT WILL TAKE A FULL, SEVEN DAYS,
TO PERSUADE DAD;
TO LET ME WEAR IT
THAT WAY.
THEN IT WILL BE TOO LATE-
AGAIN!