Poetry & Literature >> Hi I’m Gary and have just joined. a poem for Madeleine Mccan

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Hi, I'm Gary.

I'm not really here for poetry but I guess it will fill in the spare time I have as my in-box is still empty,
.... luckily I wasn’t holding my breath’ lol
if anyone wants to add what they think, good or bad that will be cool.
it’s no big deal just a bit of fun!!….. I do love it though,
cheers everyone.

I wrote this poem for all the lost children such as Madeleine Mccann which most of Europe will have
heard about by now. God bless her and all the lost innocents.

Nowhere to Lay the Flowers.

Nowhere to lay the flowers, no focus for our hate
off skipping to the shops she went and said she won't be late
my beautiful blond angel, with laughter in her eyes
and everything to live for, had listened to his lies

If only I had stopped her, if only I had gone
If only she'd no money, If onlys just go on
Everybody knew her, the girl with easy smile
would often stop and listen and talk with her a while

The days have dragged by slowly, the years have really flown
and though they gave up looking, I still wait by the phone
it ripped into our lives that day and tore our world apart
my husband wept and pined away and died of broken heart

We kept her things the way they were, her room looks just the same
the smell of her has long since gone, which added to the pain
they only found a sandal, a few strands of her hair
in woods and by a clearing, to prove she had been there

The neighbours just stopped talking, to save me from more pain
with no one left to talk to, I almost went insane
by now you know it's over, bath water stains with blood
in not too long I'll see you, 'I'll soon be with you love'

Copyright ©2007

sharpei

That was really moving Gary

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Moving On

It's in the weave I see it now
like a neon light that holds me there
that draws me back, the interplay of light and

gray areas not allowing me to relinquish yesterday
a modern day Pandora with a twist
the trinkets of yesterday now mock me from their box
yet strangely comfort, still strong, still hold me

a kiss from a pressed rose, a tear for a lost love
with these we bandage our gullible hearts
and pray that through it all, there was love

we hover pin in hand for that moment
as we wade through the betrayal and lies
knowing the bittersweet yesterdays
holds the unknown tomorrow for ransom

oh yes, us Pandora's know only too well
The importance of recycling

Copyright ©2007

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(for all the sad and lonely)
I wrote this when I found this site, so if you’re on here you
will probably of had the same feeling at some time or other.

HELLO

no one to bless us
or wish us good night
no one to hold us
and make things alright

no one to love us
or want us to stay
everyone wants us
to just go away

no one to sit with
and laugh till we cry
we hold back the longing
of wanting to die

no one to phone us
with good news or bad
life from this point now
will only be sad

no one to kiss us
and no one to care
a lost lonely life time
with nobody there.

Copyright ©2007

Cazzabee

Some really good poetry there Gary
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susiexxx

I'm not sure if its just me..but I could probably take the poems a little more seriously if you was actually wearing a top in your photo Confused

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thanks cazzabee,

it fills the time extra I have as my in-box is as empty now as the day I joined. lol

susiexxx belive me if I knew how the hell to swap that pic it would of been done from day one. p.s when I post the next one in 5 mins or so just try covering it over, sorry if it sared ya.lol

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I wrote this about the place I use to take my children for picnics to.

Woodland.

the golden rays of summer sun
filtered through the trees
and dappled shades from canopy green
as far as eyes can see

twisting path and wooden styles
wound their way to find
silver birch and chestnut tree
and bush of every kind

the unheard sound of nature's cry
as seedlings fought for space
held their arms up to the sun
to warm their shaded face

birds were singing in the trees
to celebrate the day
as squirrels came down to the ground
to dance around and play

the well-worn pathways opened wide
to meadows, hills, and lakes
as water lapped along the banks
the woodland starts to wake

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sorry if this brings anyone down! it did me when I wrote it.

Age.

My now antiqued mirror
shows no mercy
as the ravishes of time
efface their crule footprint
as if to draw a bold underline

beneath

the word

old.

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susiexxx

I didn't intend to be rude Gary..defo not my style..it just didn't seem appropriate thats all..

Your poems are great..
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no prob m8, as i said I would change it to one of the others on my profile if I could. but really it all about the words.

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I wrote this when one of my daughters said my stuff is to dark and cynical and challenged me to do a sappy greetings valentines day type card, she liked it till she reached the twist at the end!! …I just couldn‘t resist it. lol

Valentine

a valentines poem, so where shall I start?
a mixture of words that tug at the heart
roses are red and violets are blue
use this old line and you haven't clue

more lovers out there than grains on the beach
all milling around you and eager to teach
the unyielding pull of tide to the shore
can leave your heart broken but begging for more

a feeling of love that few understand
most precious of gifts can slip through your hands
you look in his eyes then look at this smile
he gives you a wink you talk for a while

love is elusive like chasing a dream
the nearer you get the further it seems
you open your heart and give him your trust
is he in love? or is he in lust?

love is a word that's easily used
and when it's all over can leave you confused
don't look for love cos’ love isn't lost
the question is really how much will it cost!

Copyright ©2007

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I wrote this after one of my daughters came home from
college upset because they changed her rhyming
poem, or as she put it ‘butchered it’ so much so it
wasn’t hers anymore, plus poetry judging panels
NEVER let a rhyming poem win …. tongue firmly in cheek!!

Elitism.

they say that writing's bad if you've thought it out in rhyme
and couplets formed to meter really just a waste of time
it takes away the freedom this makes me really mad
it only puts constraint upon the poets who are bad

what about the raven? the arrow and the song?
I'd like to see a judge proclaim these poets got it wrong!
why don't you write a free verse? I've heard it all before
I won't appease the judging panels upper elitist bores

piles of rhyming verse, for months go pouring in
they'll never bother reading them they're destined for the bin
bards around the country with stanzas penned with pride
and all that they can hope for is an eye ran down the side

teachers in the college, encrypt what once made sense
you prostitute the gift you had to stop you feeling dense
we'll change it to a sonnet, we'll take away the end
but then it makes no sense at all and isn't what you penned

like opera and the ballet,I not for the common man!
is this true of poetry? so far, it's what I've found.

Copyright ©2007

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I wrote this after going to a recital of Benjamin Zephaniah ,
an hip-hop rapping, rasta poet, he looks like Bob Marley!

Testing Time!

don't do animal testing it really isn't nice
don't you spray your hairspray, in the eyes of rats and mice
don't you like the animals and the world we're living in?
don't you feel the pangs of guilt, you must know it's a sin?

why don't you take your needles and throw them all away?
your white coats and your stethoscopes, it's not a game you play
and what about the beagles, all smoking in their cage
they say that dog is man's best friend, that sends me made with rage

rabbits strapped and shaven, not hopping through a wood
the visions soul destroying, does my aching heart no good
frightened rhesus monkey, wired to the mains
a steady stream of electric charge, evaporates his brain

don't do animal testing, the price is much too high
take the time, look through the bars and see the tears they cry
why don't you lobby parliament? Give animals their say
and get some new laws written, to help the N.S.P.C.A

and don't you try to tell me, that your testing's doing good go,
tell it to the animals, you won't be understood
and if I've hit a sore spot, if the message is getting through
take a stand and raise your hand the futures up to you.

Copyright ©2007