I Miss You...BestFriend

We are not friends now,
Divided waves by ships bow,
I miss our chats,
Exchanging letters hitting mats.

I miss your smile,
Your laugh and guile,
I miss your jokes,
And opinion on blokes.

We shared the path you and I,
Shared our dreams and made them fly,
We shared the rough and the rougher
And together showed we were tougher.

I miss your tolerance and charm,
I miss your contented calm
You were the last to leave my side,
When I needed a place to hide.

I miss your laughter,
And for ever hereafter,
Regret the breaking of our friendship,
To leave along life's trip.

If only one word,
To make myself heard
To make amend
Is this, BestFriend.

If you Love Someone

Inspired by the quote:

"If you love someone, let them go, If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don't their love was never yours to begin with"

-Source Unknown

If you Love Someone

If you love someone,
Let them go,
If you love someone,
Set them free,
Close your eyes,
Wave farewell,
Tell them,
That you love them,
But they must be free,
That you care for them,
But it is time for them to leave,
To find their own way,
Their own path.
Having said your piece turn away,
And walk home.

If someone loves you,
They won't let go,
If someone loves you,
They won't want to be free,
Open your eyes,
If they return to you,
It is meant to be.

If someone does not return,
It was not meant to be,
If someone does not come back,
The love was never there,
And their love was never yours to begin with.

Dreams, Contrasts and Realities

Earth below, sky above,
In the middle was the poet,
On a hill he stood,
Hands outstretched,
Within a sultry expectant summer balm,
A conductor with literal baton unfurled.

Fields of golden words surround the hill,
Waiting to be claimed,
To fulfil the poet's needs,
And fill the sky from horizon to horizon,
To speak of dreams, contrasts and realities.

Tap, Tap, a shaft of sunlight announces the title,
An ink stained hand poised with mighty pen.

Words fly searing the dust mots,
Of the lazy summer afternoon.

The overture concluded,
The symphony begins,
A dance of whirling waltzes,
Words flying together and apart,
Sentences forming and dissolving,
Punctuation pulls together,
Structure ebbs and flows.

Strong emotions fill the poem,
To play the harp strings of the heart.

Images so creative and colourful,
Sear memories across the retina of life,

A heightened sense of awareness,
And a vast immense significance.

Out of chaos,
Comes a newborn screaming poem,
Bursting with ripe emotional fireworks,
Illuminating and touching ever soul.

But the golden fields are barely diminished,
Words to make more poems,
For there are always,
More dreams,
More contrasts,
And more realities.

Greetings weary traveller

Welcome, however you got here.

I have been writing poetry on and off since 1995 and I have also had my own website since then, although it has moved around to different places on the interweb.

I now have a collection of approximately 120 poems. This blog is going to be about presenting them in a different way.

I will post one of my poems a week, only the text of the poem, I have another blog for more general stuff.

Over time this will turn into a copy of my original website although with a different index of tags and posts by date.

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The only question left is where to start, I guess I could start with a poem about writing poetry and just go on from there.