At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
The white rose flowers
Petals fall
Harsh summer showers
Happy Father’s Sunday.
17 Jun 2018 20 Comments
in Poems Tags: Happy Father's Sunday, love, respect, support, Thanks
To Father’s everywhere, two poems I wrote in 2015.
Acrostic, Father.
First and foremost he is constantly there
Always ready to support you, comfort and to care
Tough when needed and loving too
Hoping always the best for you
Everlasting patience where you are concerned!
Rooting in corner praising you highly for the accolades you’ve earned.
💜💜💜
New Father
His hands are too big
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own, his son. A leader of men …maybe.
This life, these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
💜💜💜
Finally I bring this one out every year.
A tribute to my Father 1905 – 1976
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.
Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.
A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .
He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.
A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.
A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,
He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing hid.
He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,
A giver, comforter, a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.
A there until the end man.
He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.
A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man
An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.
He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.
He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.
He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.
He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,
Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.
He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!
At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.
A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.
He is a gone but not a forgotten man.
Happy Father’s Sunday All.
Song Lyric Sunday. 17/6/18.
17 Jun 2018 22 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: #songlyricsunday, Helen Vahdati, seconds/minutes/hours, Song Lyric Sunday, Time
Helen Vahdati said : Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is seconds/minutes/hours. Pick one or find a song that features all three!
You can find the Rules and Pingback Here
Firstly Snow Patrol and Chocolate with a very disturbing video about time !
Lyrics From A to Z lyrics
Chocolate”
This could be the very minute
I’m aware I’m alive
All these places feel like home
I’m aware I’m alive
All these places feel like home
With a name I’d never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25
This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I’m sorry doesn’t mean
I didn’t enjoy it at the time
You’re the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer
Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I’ll claim I did
But in truth I’m lost for words
What have I done it’s too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I’ll do anything you ask…this time
Secondly 7 Seconds by Youssou N’Dour, Neneh Cherry,
Finally Clocks by Cold Play
