I open my eyes with a start What is that strange feeling Life Not again I'm not in the mood for you today Fuck off and bother someone else
Morning has broken
Author: Rantsandrhymes
Why I can’t go fishing
The cool summer breeze wafts gently by While the mill pond shimmers with delight Scent of primrose and lilac fill the nostrils And dandelion seeds accept a ride The stillness broken only by 'kerplunk' Of silent anglers casting out their bait What better place to waste an afternoon In silent contemplation of the world But … Continue reading Why I can’t go fishing
Letting go
I watched you as you walked away And left me on my own You took my heart, and in its place Is now a piece of stone I should have seen it coming But was just too blind to see I never stopped to let you know How much you meant to me Though time … Continue reading Letting go
Making a point
You're there to stop me when I fall And lift me if I'm down You are my inspiration Even when you're not around You're always there to hold me Give me strength when I am weak You are my eyes when I can't see My voice when I can't speak The one I always turn … Continue reading Making a point
Quay moments
The evening sunlight skips across the ripples of the lake dancing on its ridges as it hurries by, pausing impatiently to allow boats to pass, before searching ever onwards, chasing down the dark in a never ending game of hide and seek. Shadows hide round every corner, little pockets of night that got left behind. … Continue reading Quay moments
The gambler
If life is truly a game, what happens to the winners Are we not all equal in the eyes of the redeemer We may strive to climb our social ladders But will inevitably encounter a snake You must play your hand the best you can With the cards that you've been dealt And although some … Continue reading The gambler
The final bough
When a branch falls from the family tree It leaves a scar for all to see But in its place new growth will start And help to mend it's broken heart Young saplings seem to gather round To mourn it laying on the ground The bluebells bow their heads to pray While in the distance … Continue reading The final bough
