It’s grand to be awayno graft, all play.tho’ no place like home,not mine.sinking on my throne,it’s sublime.a fortress,an ive a key to the door.Merlot, and the remote,I dont need much more.First in line,no queue, no hassle.I’ve no crown,but, King of this castle.kids they rebal,hostile can be the wife.But she my Queen,I’m thankful for my life
Tag Archives: Love
The Harbour
They decide to take one last walk around the harbour. Many thoughts clogging both their minds keeping them silent to each other. Their hands tightly graspsed so tightly, the diamond ring that he bought her begins to pierce his finger, he dare not loosen his grip, he never wants to let her go. They lookContinue reading “The Harbour”
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I can’t accept we’re going nowhere, but one last time let’s go there – Paulo Nutini
April Sky
I gaze at the marble church as we pull into the hospital. Not one space in the car park to be found. 3,4 minutes now the numbness stood down as the irratation is wound. A moment away from jumping the walls of this rolling penitentiary, as Vinny darts into a gap on the grass verge,Continue reading “April Sky”
She’s Been Crying
I see she’s been crying, I ask, “why so sad”? She looks me square in the eye an says, “love can hurt real bad. He doesnt want me and his has someone, its true, all a couple accumulate can one hard day be gone”. I think of her later, what she said of her andContinue reading “She’s Been Crying”
Sophie
we’ve roamed the colosseum we’ve dined in Paris too I proposed in Madrid the English lakes I married you, but Sophie my darling it was in this dirty old town you made all my dreams come true.
well, maybe the songbirds do know the score!
Kiss Me
This is an old one I recently found written for my wife when we first started dating. I don’t think I actually gave it to her
I Knew It To Be True
The wonderwall came crashing, as the snow slowly melted at the vicarage garden. An I knew it to be true! Before its darkside played its tune. Before even the earth, encounted its moon. Stones that failed to wake, lights flashed blue. Calls rang unheard, heard only was dead as the second wave of phonics matchedContinue reading “I Knew It To Be True”
Smith Shine Poetry 