A pane of glass, a window made, My world blossomed looking through. A thousand memories I wouldn’t trade, Looking out of it and discovering you. In my mind I knew our fate, This girl next door and me. I knew my heart was just too late, And it would never be. She held me captive with her eyes, Imprisoned by her smile. I tried to touch the golden prize, Yet missed her by the saddest mile. Like comets midst the stars above,...

This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, revived its youthful look, brought back its maple color, the one it hadwhen I found it in a secondhand storeso many years ago sitting in a corner with old lamps and think o...

This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, revived its youthful look, brought back its maple color, the one it hadwhen I found it in a secondhand storeso many years ago sitting in a corner with old lamps and think o...

As the Moon begins to fade, I look beyond All of the memories that dwell in my mind I cannot say that many of these are fond Those I choose this day to leave behind Before there was darkness and despair This day is very different calm and light The Moon is slowly fading yet I compare The Sun seeks to shine ever so bright There is a sound reason for my tendencies Of only nature, the stars and love I speak These elements ar...

This house, envelope, box and a key, was all he had left to me.With trembling hands I opened the note,heart tortured, I read what he wrote.All my worldly possessions I leave behindI pray that for you, the years will be kind.The key opens the box, my prizes are hidden there.Your birth bracelet, first tooth, locks from your hair.My grandfathers pocket watch, it's old and worn, Dad gave it to me the day you were born.Your mo...

  I walked along the banks of Loch Erne and sat down under the shadow of an Alder tree, to look at the sunset over Fermanagh mountains and islands and meditate. Jacques Jardel sat beside me on a fallen tree trunk, philosopher; we felt the same sadness of the soul, now almost a shadow of the intensity of years ago, surrounded by the relentless rain, and bogs of Ireland This Loch still had small fish, hard to see, but glitt...

Celestial Battles Warmer days of summer gone, heat and light less potent. Fall time just fading memories,lives at their end. Passing winters equinox, air crisp, harder to breath. One celestial battle culminates,darkness gains victory. Light of day starts to lengthen, another skirmish begun. Soon harsh winter days will pass,spring and new life will come. Light persisting to assault darkness,summer now waging war. Longer da...

Rewind time. I climb,The tree of life,Clambering,Longing to reach the top.I keep falling,Like Alice.Can't find my footing,Like Bambi.I keep crashing to rock bottom. Photographs frozen,Still memories,Of pain,Of good times,Of bad.Almost atop,But I slip again,Becoming one with darkness.Feeling hopeless.Feeling pathetic.Unworthy of taking up space.You may not get it,But the place I am in,You aren't.It's dark.It's cold.It's lo...

This is for my grandpa the greatest man I ever knew He was to me a man of many talents always as I grew He was not a man of large stature or even very tall The word willowy or sinewy describe him after all He was a man to all who ever knew A hard worker his word always true He was not a man of formal education School of hard knocks his foundation He always used his words sparingly when he would speak Though his words or s...

Now and Then. Judith swirled her glass of Chardonnay and raised her glass in a silent toast to herself. She knew that she had never given a better business presentation and she thoroughly deserved the multi-million pound order which today’s negotiations had secured for the firm .The meeting had even finished early, leaving time for her to enjoy a decent meal in an exclusive restaurant instead of a tasteless sandwich from...

I rode alone yet I was not aloneRiding with ghostsChildhood memories wanderingThe park, though todayNot memories of my past butOnes of a long ago warI think I am walking alone yet I am notFollowed by ghostsFrom a long ago pastStopping to listen to the smallForest feel the breezeI hear voices and commotion in the treesOpen my eyes no one aroundYet still hearing voicesAll aroundThis park is of a Hallowed groundOne of many t...

Broken road wanderedIn my youth Rode past the other day Was tempted to wander again For old times sake Yet I kept on riding past Been past the old broken road many times before Why now do I want to wander again? What keeps me from gong down the old lane From my youth Who knows Maybe one day I'll ride or just take a slow stroll Down the old broken road Not sure what holds me back Some old ghosts hiding out down there? Who...

The dreams that we saw Your sweet little flaws The laughter and the tears The silly magnified fears Thankless it seems is everything And the beginning and the end Endless Days together that we spent Thankless it seems is everything From morning till noon The endless chatter And noon to evening Going to friends that matter Thankless it seems is everything For today you are no more Neither am I The love that we had Passed u...

While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dadIs that why you cry?'I looked at him and the home that once was mineAnd hugged him and kissed him and wiped my eyesAnd to him I said‘Oh not to worry kiddoit’s just a grai...

As a boy growing up I didn’t know any different. Do other families move as much? How many schools now? 10? 15? More? A kid once said to me his folks said we were white trash. I hit him. But I knew he was right. It is what it is. There is truth to the adage ‘you can run but you can’t hide’. I didn’t have a cornucopia of good things in my life. Abusive parents. No friends because we moved so much. Being the oldest of eight...