Under the sun in the big blue sky.I earn a quid as the rays blaze by. Sweat on me fod – dirt on my hands.Working outside as the sun cracks the land. Beating hard but still I stay.For my family – all bastad day.
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To Be Forgot
Some names fade like footprints in the rain.once dear to the heart, now hard to explain.Faces grow distant, voices grow thin,lost to the silence where memories dim.Such is the way, a tear drop to the sea.Drifting – even from memory.But you, you not.Never I guess, to be forgot.
Their Choices
They gave me breath – then poisoned the air.Life confusing – mind a blur.Shadows breathing in a cold dark house.My life – in flames I wish to douse.All alone with their choices.In my head – I hear their voices.
Silent Woe
Before the icons’ candle glow,A father stands in silent woe.His wife and children sleep aboveWhile islam chokes the land he love.He does not long for war or blood,Only peace, and a promised bud.Yet still he keeps the rifle near,For darker days are drawing here.He prays with tears, “Lord, keep me right.If I must stand, thenContinue reading “Silent Woe”
Our Union Jack
Three crosses woven, bold and bright,St George in red, St Andrew white, St Patrick’s saltire laid between,Upon the flag where kings have been. A banner born of storm and sea,Of island hearts and history, Three patron saints in cloth entwined,Three ancient peoples, fate combined. It flew through cannon smoke and rain,Through years of glory, loss,Continue reading “Our Union Jack”
visit
I asked you about the weather,You asked if I was sleeping.Neither of us touched the truthPressed hard against the glass.Time was called, our red eyes metBut our skin was not permitted.I hope you know I miss you — and all your ways.
Roots
Their little hands pulling me towards responsibility,not with force,but with trust.A tug at the sleeve,a voice in the night,small shoes waiting by the door.And suddenly a man understandsthat love is not a feeling that visits —it is weight carried willingly.The world still calls him elsewhere:towards freedom without anchors,towards silence, towards self.But those small handskeep leadingContinue reading “Roots”
A Love Declared.
A love declared for days to come,is as good as none.It’s fog upon the mountain top.Soft warm skin you can not touch.’tomorrow’ ‘tomorrow’ – like time an endless field.like hearts don’t tire.like the grass will not be cut.But love is here – it breathes in the moment its given,or dilutes like a tear into theContinue reading “A Love Declared.”
Friday Evening Wine
The week parks the van,loosens its laces and sighs.Nothing left half-finished,noise fading from tired eyes. The evening leans in gently,like a friend who knows the way.Gleam glass catching candlelight,asking nothing of the day. And in that quiet unspoken pause,the aches feel far away.Friday evening glass of wine, We start the month of May.
Icon she gave me
She placed before me, still and small,The icon in silence, head did fall.Yet in my sorrow eyes were bright,A love that turns the dark to light. The Holy Mother stands in grief,Yet holds the faith beyond belief.Her gaze fixed where the suffering lies,Mercy from the crucified. In this icon, still and true,I see what loveContinue reading “Icon she gave me”
Smith Shine Poetry 