My Sweet Child
When I go to bed at night,
Kiss my sweet child's head.
I see an angel deep in sleep,
Cuddling her ted.
Her breath is warm and steady,
Blows lightly on my cheek.
She's beautiful and innocent,
Seems vulnerable and weak.
She smells of sweet serenity,
And lays so calm and still.
She smiles in her sleep contentedly,
While dreaming her every will.
And when she wakes in the morning,
Jumps to my bed with a smile.
She wraps her arms around me,
And I know my whole life is worthwhile.
Try to hold your hand in a storm
Which way does the wind blow
Change direction watch your hair flow
Like water over stone
So cold, the water feels like ice, as it hits your face and
Bounces back again
Try to see but I'm blind
In my head my life rewinds
I taste the rain, feel the pain as the cold runs through my
Sends shivers through my spine
Up and down in symmetrical lines
It's true, I know when I look at you
I love you!
ODE TO THE SANDMAN
Bring a dream to me
Float through the candyfloss clouds
And the sky blue sea
Bring me stars that reflect my thoughts
And show me rainbow smiles
Bring me crystal pools of water
That seem to last for miles
Spin me summer sunshine rays
And winter falls of snow
But please don't bring me burning sand
That burn through my highs and brings me lows
Don't send me into a nightmare world
Where nothing's as it seems
Send me to a fantasy world
Make true my childhood dreams
Bring me music to charm my soul
And soothe my inner beast
Don't bring me screaming into reality
So fright can have a feast
Dream bringer don't pass me by
But please make reality bend
Send nightmares back from whence they came
Make fantasy my friend.
I deem this game the Paperchase
A literary competition
Running through the alphabet
A phonetic expedition
A dyslexic persons nightmare
An author's life's desire
Where publishers have the final say
The editor playing umpire
Dialect, accent and grammar
Are obstacles to be overcome
The acne of the erudite world
An illiterate's mansion
For the poetic paperchase
Has no rules and regulations
You write how you write, and spell how you spell
Use any connotations
The world of words is a giant place
A place that holds no bounds
Where all words have a meaning
All proverbs, verbs and nouns.
Drunken faces, drunken stares
People falling everywhere
Watch their eyes and where theyíre falling
Listen to the language, itís appalling!!!
Voices slurred as well as vision
Send them to me for extradition
Loud voices over the mumbled conversation
Working hereís an odd situation
You laugh at people standing at the bar
Stop them getting in their car
Watch as arguments begin to form
The serene calm before the mighty storm
Then out they go by scruff of neck
Home to bed is a drunken trek
Tomorrow watch their faces blush
As they realise they fell asleep in a bush
And were woken the next morning
By the landlord who overheard them snoring
But by the end of the night theyíre drunk again
After a pint or ten
Itís a vicious circle that never stops
Itís the weekend rush that never flops
A routine that has its ups and downs
But brings plenty of smiles, hardly any frowns.
Forced by the angry glare of the fire I step back
Angry yellow flame jabs at my pale cream complexion
Smooth as peach skin yet rippled with smoky heat
A blush of pink flashes 'neath fruity innocence
Touching ear to ear with impetuous delicacy
Beads of sweat run like streams of tears
The heat brings image to my utmost fears
It laps and finally devours the cold
Short of burning all hope to a cinder
Then it disappears to warm grey ashes
Leaving only time
A great healer even in the cold
I feel the fire will burn tomorrow
For I am only young, and time makes it long before I grow old.
A FAIRY TALE
The wind whistles through the trees
Making the leaves dance
Giving them a life of their own
Coaxing me into a trance
I look to the magic circle
To see the Fairy lights
Watch them skip to and fro
On those glowing full moon nights
Though I cannot see the fairyís
My hear tells me theyíre there
If I whisper a sweet song into the dark
Itís like a musical flare
Yet, they can be mischievous
But do you ever ask yourself why
The one thing I know is protection
As I smile to the moonlit sky
Iíll never be ashamed to believe
Iíll never hide away
You live to learn and learn to live
Donít live for yesterday
What have I done to deserve this?
Nothing I hear you say,
Why does happiness flee from me?
And sadness turn my way,
Why do I feel like a shipwreck?
All alone under the sea,
Why do I feel like the whole world?
Is looking down on me?
Why do I always see desert?
Too big for me to cross,
When I'm with my so called friends,
Why do I feel at a loss?
Why when I see a rain cloud,
Do I not see something wrong?
Why when the sky is a brilliant blue,
Do I want to weep all day long?
Why won't somebody like me?
Give me half a chance,
No-one bothers about me,
Gives me a second glance,
Perhaps I am invisible,
Or my life is just one of those dreams,
I'll live this life in solitude,
Where nothing's as it seems.
FOREVER IN MY HEART
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK, "AWAKEN TO A DREAM",
EDITED BY JOY ESTERBY)
Why is it there are so many things,
Destined to tear us apart,
Even though I know you'll be,
Forever in my heart,
Aren't we good enough for each other,
Or is it because they can't see,
All the love I have for you,
Welling up inside of me,
You look away abruptly,
Whenever you catch my gaze,
Although not in a nasty way,
You just try mastering my emotional maze,
My heart warms up as you walk by,
And nod to say hello,
And as I look into your eyes,
They fill me with woe,
'Cause we'll never be together,
Only ever torn apart,
But you should know you'll always be,
Forever in my heart.
By Claire Piwowarski