Over the years I have done quite a lot of writing, mostly various poems which I'll share over the next few pages. I don't really know exactly when I started writing, but it was well before I reached ten. I always used to announce to people my ambition of being a 'book-maker'...now that I use the phrase author I get slightly less eyebrows at this statement, but it's still one of those things I shall maintain an interest in at the side!
Current plans include trying to get some of this lot published, so if any of you have any useful links, or like them, please let me know! Thanks
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STEPPING STONES
Confusing as life is,
I'm carrying on,
Frustrating it may be,
But I'm still here,
Scary it can be,
But I'm marching through,
Stepping Stones
Make take me backwards,
But I’ll not fall off.
You've always been an inspiration to me
Someone I felt happy to talk to
Someone who'll tell me how it is
You won't draw pretty pictures
but you bring me down to earth
and you offer the learning of your years
You've always been there
to make sarcastic comments in the background
to laugh at a joke told
or to tell your own
to show your collection of frogs
and make us all smile
Now what you've always joked about
is happening
and I'm not sure how to say goodbye
or I'll miss you or I love you
but I'll think it
and when I see you
I shall laugh and joke with you
for it is what we have always done
To my Grandad, Keith Leslie (20/06/1918 - 17/04/2004)
THINKING
Everything is tidy, Everything is neat,
And here I am again, walking down that street,
Past the little corner shop, past a little boy,
He doesn't notice anything, he's playing with
his toy,
Trees are swaying in the wind,
A storm's about to break,
The rain comes down upon my head,
A sound, a thunder break,
Everything is quiet now,
Everything is still,
The quietness that is,
The quietness that will,
Everything is tidy,
Everything is neat,
And here I am again,
Walking down that street.
INVISIBLE
Can anyone hear me,
Or am I crying in vain,
Can anyone hear me,
Or is my screaming kept in,
Can anyone see me,
Or is my jumping to no avail,
Can anyone feel me,
Or do they just walk through me,
I am here let someone see me.
TIME GOES ON
Time goes on,
Many things change,
Yet history repeats,
Again and again,
I know it is coming,
I dread that knowledge,
I enjoy this while it lasts,
I smile whilst in this moment,
I stare up through trees,
At the blue-sky beyond,
And drift upwards forever,
I stay here whilst I drift
Things will change,
But I shall remember this,
I know it is coming,
But for the moment I shall remain ignorant,
History is always repeating
Again and again.
GROWING UP
I miss the beach,
I miss climbing trees,
I miss hiding in the sound of the waves,
As I look up from the top of a tree,
I miss finding adults misconceptions of children
funny,
I miss the time when the children's
misconceptions of adults weren't.
SMILING
A gentle song in the background,
My bedside light is on,
Reflected in the mirror,
Across from me,
Shadows in all other directions,
I've found my smile again,
My thoughts are far from here,
And I shan't be complaining at all,
As everything fades to dream,
My mind will stay where it is,
Perfectly happy not to change what it sees.
EMPTY
Nothing different,
Nothing Touched,
From what it used to be,
Many letters,
Unopened as yet,
Are piled behind the door,
Nothing different,
Nothing touched,
And if you look close enough,
Dust piles upon the floor.
WITH YOU
I'm not alone,
I just don't know what to say,
I can lie in your arms,
And all pain will leave my sides,
For I am not in my body,
I am not in anything ,
I am just with you, in your arms,
And my body has quietly found its smile.
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