Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Writing Challenge complete

Just posted my final poem for the month of March. I did it! I posted something new each day. To finish off are the poetic lyrics for a song I just wrote. I really like it. Thanks to all who have come this month to read and comment on my poems and such. I appreciate each and every comment.

Thank you,


I saw you passing by
it was just the other day,
a momentary glance
you quickly walked away.

I was curious to know
what our life could be,
a matching pair for life
or a year till you would flee.

Strangers walking by.
Never stopping.
No hello.

When you passed my way again
I couldn’t work the nerve,
I’ve always been too shy
you’re more than I deserve.

To hold you in my arms
and stare into your soul,
I’ll never get the chance
It’s just my secret goal.

We’re just strangers walking by.
Never stopping.
No Hello.
Never stopping.
No Hello.


Monday, March 30, 2009


Yesterday I was in love
but it was more infatuated.
Of those days in foolish love
I ponder on at night and dread.

As today came with swiftness
the light began to shine.
The acts of me, the perfect fool
my eminence on the decline.

So I look back to yesterday
and compare it with right now;
of days clear and unobstructed
yet I never make a vow.

So which day is better?
No answer I can obtain.
Today with no love
and the sorrow to match?

Or yesterday,
in love and infatuation
a rejoicing heart
unable to make a catch.


Sunday, March 29, 2009


The crisp morning air
was as serene as ever
with the arrival of four
fearless brothers, each very clever.

The garage was to be downed
with the greatest of ease
A task not to large,
but not easy, if you please.

John was the backbone
the head of the gang,
leading the rest
putting him in much pang.

Ernie was calm
as everyone knew.
he had all the answers
he knew what to do.

Jeff and Mike were the
demolition team,
kicking in walls
and the huge support beam.

At 6:30 sharp the
work did commence
the first to go down
was the ugly old fence.

With that they went
to the gruesome task,
downing the garage
unveiling the mask.

Over the night
the rubble did lay,
as Ernie and Jeff
dug up the Earth, I relay.

The next day was the job
of cleaning the lot,
the garage was now downed
leaving nothing to rot.

And that ends this tale
of the garage that came down,
an eyesore was removed
from this quaint little town.


Saturday, March 28, 2009


A wonderful site,
the jewel of the system
remarkable delight.

Your water is pink
from the magma below
an astonishing link.

The great market square
by the capitol city
what a marvellous pair.


Friday, March 27, 2009

What Beauty

My beauty is so lovely
as one can tell from my eyes.
As I follow her every move
I realize,

what beauty does she make
as I follow her around,
and wish for once that she,
followed me around.


Thursday, March 26, 2009


From the moment we met
I knew right away
you’re the women I’d love
each morning and day.

From your dark brown eyes
which quick drew me in
to your elegant charm,
and adorable grin.

Your charisma and charm
when we talk for a while
about something important
or what’s the new style.

Imagine my shock
When you told me today
You were ready to leave
You were going away.


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Under the Weather

How are you feeling?
Well, how should I reply?
Depression makes me think
that I am all alone?
Or I have lost my zeal
my projects left undone.
Pressure in my temples
from all the stress I’m in.
And yelling all the time
my temper is so short.
So how am I feeling?
Oh… I am feeling fine.


Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Petaled Rose

I have spent the nights in wonder
as is custom when I think,
of when I fell in love with you
I was very near the brink.

Your beauty caught me
and kept me safe,
when I was down
I saw your face.

I thought I was alone
but you were always there,
to fill my heart
with your tender care.

Now at nights, yes I do weep
you stir my feelings – oh so deep.
To thus I do now compose
my dear sweet beloved – Petaled Rose.


(Written circa 1988)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Travelling in the Sky

Oh the wonders we did see,
said my uncle Ned to me.
As we traversed across the skies
the glistening stars twinkling in our eyes.
Through the empty vacuum of the void
the inky blackness we annoyed.
All the planets we had toured
the hostile bleakness we endured.
Then marveling at the grandeur of our world
the absolute beauty still unfurled.
Oh yes the wonders we did see
my uncle Ned and me.


Sunday, March 22, 2009

the Stone

A stone among stones
silently on the beach.
It lies with the rest
under the sun.
At first glance
it looks worthless,
not much to see
others more striking.
But take a look
at the beauty within,
intricate layers
of inner beauty.
Veiled by its
crude exterior
it lays silently
all alone.


Saturday, March 21, 2009


I sat with my sister
and we talked of the past,
of good times and bad times
the memories still last.

The antics of youth
at the time seemed so bad,
our brothers and sisters
found ways to make us mad.

The two of us as well
did not always have fun,
she would kick me so hard
and get up just to run.

We thought of the places
we can no longer go,
closed down and abandoned
our fondness will still grow.

Lost friends and lost family
gone for a reason or two,
we remember with sorrow
we’d respect them anew.

Our long chat would then end
so much time we did miss,
but we gained one thing more
new day to reminisce.


Friday, March 20, 2009

Quietly She Drowned

She was very well known
for her courage and hope,
well liked and regarded
through tragedy she’d cope.

The day was delightful
so she set out to sail
no company was found,
still her plan wouldn’t fail.

The time on the sea
was going so well,
till the wind started shifting
into a nautical hell.

The boat rocked violently
she tried so in vain,
to settle the vessel
and calming maintain.

The boat took on water
she was knocked from her seat
right into the water
weather demanded defeat.

She grew very tired
her boat now out of reach
yet bravely fought on
she would swim for the beach.

Yet panic set in
her calm started to flee
with the blackness below
and the endless sea.

There now was a cramping
but with all of her might
with each breath of air
she continued to fight.

The water was churning
as the reality grew
she coughed and she spat
for an hour or two.

Her body was lifeless
when she finally was found
the only hope left, was that
quietly she drowned.


Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Of Life and Love

I wish my poems could offer more
with a romantic verse
It seems I shall never have a love
that seems to be my curse.

My poems may sound so morbid
yet that is all I know.
I fear they shall remain that way
till my lover makes her show.

I wish there would come a time
my poems are most sincere.
Till then I can only live my life
and hope that love is near.


Monday, March 16, 2009

Not A Mushy Love Poem

I want to write a poem
so what do I decide?
No mushy, sloppy love poem
or a secret to confide.

Something for me to practice
my writing skills again,
long they have gone unchecked
and not what they had been.

I so miss the days and nights
when I would stay awake
writing stories, plots or rhymes
any format I would take.

So here I go again
closing with a word,
no mushy, sloppy love poem
unlike others you have heard.


Sunday, March 15, 2009

Mine Alone

You have a beauty in your body
which palpitates my heart.
You have a beauty in your wisdom
which is nothing short of smart.

Your touch is very gentle,
your fragrance is so sweet.
it's this, my love, which makes my heart
skip that extra beat.

Yet none of this can compare
to that which I love most,
the fact that you are mine:
‘mine alone I do boast.


Saturday, March 14, 2009

Little Ones

The little ones
are such a chore
kicking, screaming
talking back.

You want them gone
and so it goes
when they’ve gone
you want them back.


Friday, March 13, 2009


Colours - shifting, changing
for a moment here,
in a moment gone.

Life is a thrill
continued excitement
much time to enjoy.

Friends and family
they are here for you
you are there for them.

In an instant - change.
Your friends move on,
your family passes.

Colours - shifting, changing
for a moment here,
in a moment gone.

Life is full
new joys to be had
embrace each moment.

Why must you die?
I miss you dearly,
goodbye daddy, goodbye mum.

Comfort is found
in each new life
hello my son, my baby boy.

Colours - shifting, changing
for a moment here,
in a moment gone.


Thursday, March 12, 2009

G. G. Gee

Great, Glorious, Graceful G.
G is Good and Glad and Golden
Never Gruesome, Grubby or Gloomy

Glamorous, Gracious, Garish G.
G is Generous, Gentle and Genuine
Never Grim, Gainless or Gory

G is Given Grave Generalness
But I Greatly, Gladly, Give it
its Gradual, Gallant, Gaudy
Glories, Galore.

Not too Gabby, Garrulous or
Galling, G is Glibly
Gash and Gawsy.

Grievously, Gratuitous, I Greedily
am Guilty of Giving Graphic
Greatness to the letter G.

I may sound Glumly, Glaiket but
G is Gigantically a Gentle old
Goose, and I love this Gamy
Grand, Great letter G.


Wednesday, March 11, 2009


You need to start your day.
You’ve tried everything else,
from tea to juice.

And I repeat nothing
can get you moving faster
than a cup of Joe.

Take a whiff of that aroma.
That’s a robust scent
you won’t find anywhere else.

Enriches your senses,
making you happier,
perkier and more productive.

Whether you enjoy
at home or your favourite shop
pick some up today.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009


It’s time for bed
all things must be done
kitchen is closed
there is no more fun.

Projects must stop
away to my room
change for the night
to dream of my doom.

Put out of my head
the busy next day
don’t think of the chores
my bed I must lay.

The trouble with Cindy
forgotten for now
won’t think of the problem
though I don’t know how.

The car payment looms
I must check with the bank
how I can pay back
since my finances sank.

This irritable rash
is chaffing my skin
I’ll contact my doctor
and treatment begin.

I must try once again
for slumber to start
why can’t I sleep
and resting take part?

I’m tossing and turning
and laying in bed
wishing I’d drift off
yet awake instead.

With all of my problems
I now have one more
awake all night long
not even one snore.


Monday, March 9, 2009

Hide Away

I sometimes feel
down deep inside
desperation to run.

every thing’s here
nowhere to go.

* * *


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Gina Marie

What beauty I find in my Gina Marie.
My Gina Marie and me,
If not me, then just Gina Marie.


Saturday, March 7, 2009


Flowers in the garden
Flowers in the hall,
Flowers in the wild,
Flowers on the wall.

Flowers just for looking at
Or setting on display,
Either way their just as lovely
And make a nice bouquet.

The rose, the iris, the lily too,
All give their thanks to the morning dew;
And even the Scilla all dressed in blue,
Was a romantic symbol since its début.


Friday, March 6, 2009


I think that I shall never see
an insect lovely as a bee.

A bee whose hungry mouth is pressed
against honey, second rate at best.

A bee that can’t see all day
because too many eyes are in the way.

A bee that may in summer wear
A risky yellow – people stare.

Upon whose belly honey has lain
and sticks to windows on the train.

Parodies are made by fools like me
but only honey comes from the bee.


Thursday, March 5, 2009

Empty Nights

Need I miss you
when I mention you often
in my empty nights?

I whisper your name.


Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Intangible thoughts, uncertainties
the playground of the mind
the land of the dream.

A reckless and dangerous place,
an arena for good and evil,
strange and bizarre.

They infiltrate ones life
with ne'er a worry or a care
to destroy ones piece of mind.

To ease the pain we cite,
'dreaming is after all
just a dream.'

...isn't it?


Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Candy is sweet
It’s tasty and good
If offered to me
You know I would.

The urge to resist
Is never intent
I’d never reject
This wonderful tempt.

Teasing me with it
Is very malicious
I can’t abstain
It’s far too delicious.

A great reward
Any time of the day
Evening, noon or
Lights first ray.

Candy is music to my ears.


Monday, March 2, 2009


With hurtful feelings I lived my life,
uncertain of the days ahead.
pain and suffering were all I had
in the darkness of my soul.

I dreamed and lived and breathed
in a dazzling beautiful world.
you came forth to show me these
and I believe you.


Sunday, March 1, 2009


When I was much younger,
my teacher would ask me,
'tell me right now child
what you aspire to be'.

I would refuse to answer
It always bothered me
why should I decide right now
what I aspire to be.

'You must have some focus'
she would reply to me
'there surely must be something
you aspire to be.'

And now I’m so much older
oh why was I so bad?
Why I never would decide
It really makes me sad.

Now all the tasks I ever start
have always ended bad,
half finished, barely started
now isn’t that part sad?

I wish I had aspired
instead of always being bad
can it be, that she was right?
I guess that’s what makes me sad.