Life
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Shimmering silver in the airA dash of rainbow in the skyLow lying cloud below the peaksAnd gentle hum of chairs up high Here on my deckchair in the sunA carpeting of glistening snowLike icing on a christmas cakeAnd I have no where else to go Just to sit here and read and watchThe skiers carving… Read more
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Why does your life have to endWhat do you think when you close your eyesAre you frightened or angry insideAre you frightened to die? Or is the pain so badthat you feel readyHas your body had enoughthat it’s not worth fightinganymore? Do you know how many people love youAnd how muchDo you know what a… Read more
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RoutineMundaneIt’s all the same Live to die ChallengeSucessLoveLaughterLife! It’s all the same Just live to die Why? Read more
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Have you found it hardTo hold back a hugWanting so much to hold someone In your armsTo let them float and relaxSo they can feel your loveJust a hug, no wordsSonehow a big sister will always want to do thatFor the brother she lovesThe brother she played with, laughed withThe brother she scolded and bossedAnd… Read more
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Watching washingGoing roundSittingStaringThinkingBeingMake time to do nothingLet the dog eat your tumble dryerSave the planetAnd claim backTime Read more
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Why do you weep? (On the eve of Robins Dads death)Why do you weep, I am not goneWithin your life my heart lives on For when warm wind blows through the cropsAnd windows wet with rainy dropsAnd summer sun makes all things dryRemember me, I need not die And as you act with me not… Read more
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Take me to a gardenAnd smell the flowersLet me take you up a mountainAnd adore the viewTake me to a sculptureAnd sense its powerLet me take you to the seasideAnd breathe the airTake me to a desertAnd worship the heatLet me take you to a gigAnd immerse us in songTake me dancingAnd move with meLet… Read more
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My mornings they used to beSuch a tired and grumpy timeJust to start another dayUntil this sweet son of mineWakes with so much happinessHe’s laughing and wants to playAs if to say to mummyI’m excited that it’s day Read more
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I pause to overtake the viewOf farms and fields and sheep a fewOf little lambs a gambling allThrough fields with fence or dry stone wallsAnd now I feel relaxed and soOnto work I want to go (Written on my journey to Whaley Bridge surgery) Read more
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Rainow in springtime is joyful and gayNewborn lambs at frolic and playBirds are nesting and daffodils shineMornings crisp when weather is fine Rainow in summer is peaceful and funSheep are sheared and farming tasks doneGardens are tended in colourful waysSun may shine on some of the days Rainow in autumn is golden and brightTree leaves… Read more
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When I am old and my works doneGive me the strength to carry onWhen my body is failing fastGive me the hope my mind to lastWhen living seems a heartless choreGive me the will to want for more (Written after visiting an elderly lady when I was a GP trainee ) Read more
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They sat in silenceEnchanted by this placeThe look of pleasureUpon their faceThe wild cliffs and hillsWondrously majesticThe isolated FjordDesolately magic Happy people playingBowls upon the shoreNoisy waves are lappingWho could want for moreCrystal clear the waterAnd the mountain topsThe fire is burning warmlyFlaming when it popsOur campsite is a pictureNestling in the hillsNatural is the… Read more
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Today I saw a puffinI don’t think it saw meIt had a very pretty beakAnd was swimming in the seaAnd then I saw another oneFlying very low and fastFlapping very quick its wingsBecause its body is so vastAnd then I heard a storyThat really is quite sadThat locals kill and cook this birdIf you think… Read more
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Stop the train here please driverWe are high upon CorrourI can see a walk awaits meAcross this Rannoch MoorA pleasant peaceful ambleNo other life on siteBut deer upon the hillsideAnd the occasional sheep in whiteThe only noise is waterRushing down the glensUntil we reach Fort WilliamAnd there our journey ends Read more
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0 to be in RainowThe warmth of English HillsThe comfort of a bedAnd no malaria pillsThe church bells on a SundayShop for forgotten foodOur little house and gardenHot water, heat, firewoodI don’t miss Rainow all the timeJust a little of the dayNepal is such a lovely placeIn many ways I’d like to stayThe way of… Read more
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I think after all that I am meAnd if I were not meThen who would I beI might be the person you want me to beBut then if I were I wouldn’t be me Read more
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I sit silently on my bedUnhappiness rears its ugly headDreaming of the good old daysOf rebellious thoughts and wicked waysOf why my attitudes have changedWhy my thoughts have rearrangedAnd why I still feel it weren’t all badBecause of the good times that i hadWhat is life, if not to have fun?Should I relent of the… Read more
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A little baby – Oh what joyThen grows up-a little boyGetting bigger every dayOff to school, then back to play18 now. UniversityThree years later – a great degreeA lovely job. A lovely wifeThree lovely children. What a life! And then. Death. Right on callNow really. What is the point of it all? Read more
Between the Fires: verses of earth and moon 