Poetry and Emotion

I'm so Blue

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-07-04 – 09:00:09

I'm feeling rather blue today and really don't know why.
The birds are singing in the trees, the sun is in the sky.
It's just I'm feeling lonely and missing you so much.
It seems as though it's light years since I have felt your touch.
We speak upon the phone each day and I love to hear your voice.
But I'm tired of being so far away and it's time you made your choice.
Either stay up there and leave me be to live my life alone.
Or take the step you say you will move together and make a home.

At the end of the day.

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-07-01 – 22:38:28

It's now 10 o'clock, the house is at peace.
Grandchildren in bed, the laughter has ceased.
I'm winding right down, I've had a hard day.
Done washing and mowing and put things away.
The dogs at my feet are dreaming of hares.
They slumber away without any cares.
My slippers are off, my legs are curled up.
I've got on my comfy's (old joggers and top).
A glass in my hand, with wine to the brim.
The bottle now empty consigned to the bin.
It was only half full don't think I'm that greedy.
To drink a whole bottle would make me feel seedy.
But a glass or two will do me just right.
And be a nice end to a very nice night.

Garden Pleasure

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-05-08 – 12:09:33

I've just been in the garden and done a little mowing.
Now I'm planning all the things I hope I will be growing.
I left a little wild patch and want to sow some seeds.
To encourage lots of wildlife, butterflies and bees.

I'm longing for flowers like sweet smelling stocks
And lots lots more to give a vibrant colour shock.
But sitting here and typing will not get it done.
So it's back to the garden and another hour of fun.

Mothering Sunday

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-03-02 – 10:18:02

Mothering Sunday Dreams.

When I was small I used to go,
to the local church you know,
We'd listen to the vicar say ,
how we must be so good today.
He tell us stories from years gone by ,
of Jesus the apple of his mothers eye.
Then we'd sing and praise the Lord ,
for mothers here and far abroad.

When I grew up and my kids were small,
we used to go to church an' all.
The songs were brighter full of cheer,
but the stories were the same to hear.
Afterwards we stopped for tea,
and daffodils to give to me.

Now my children are mothers too,
with jobs and kids so much to do.
No church today will see their face,
the speed of life is such a race,
Commercial gifts are given today,
no little hands hold a daffodil spray.
They say I'm getting old you know,
but it was so nice when to church we'd go.

Don't Waste A Day

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-03-02 – 00:48:21

Don't waste a day,
grasp every single moment.
Run skip and play,
fill it with enjoyment.

Life is for living,
don't be afraid to do it.
Love and be giving,
cram everything in to it.

Listen to the bird song,
as they sit in leafy trees.
Watch them as they all throng,
then take off in the breeze.

Count each glistening snowflake,
as it falls down to the ground.
Don't let momentary heartache,
spoil the joys that are around.

Too soon this life is over,
too quickly our days pass.
Embrace life as a lover,
and love it to the last.

D H Lawrence

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-02-28 – 01:04:11

I live in Eastwood in Nottingham the birth place of D H Lawrence, I have lived in and around this area for many years and knew that he came from here but never ever thought his books would interest me.
Last Saturday we went for a walk and ended up at his birthplace museum (the old terraced house he was born in). Not only did seeing gas lights, the black leaded range and an old tin bath take me back to my childhood and my gran, but also the tour guide was so engaging that I learnt a lot and became very interested.

I did not know that Lawrence had also written poetry and before leaving I bought his complete works of poetry and Sons and Lovers to read.

I have been pleasantly surprised and am working my way bit by bit through his poems and am engrossed in his book.

Just goes to show we don't always take notice of things on our own doorsteps.

This Year

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2008-01-14 – 17:42:07

THIS YEAR

This year I am going to be,a happier, busier, better me.

I cant believe a year has gone since my friend passed on.
No more will I sit about and mope but look forward to the year with hope.

If she was here I know she'd say, get off your arse and seize the day.
Celebrate the times we had and do the things that make you glad.

So this year I vow to do all the things I promised to.
Visit places far and wide the sun and moon can be my guide.

Im going to study a degree, a thing thats long been calling me.
Too long my brains been out to grass, must wake it up exams to pass.

I may not do it all in a year but I'm going start right now right here.

Time passes so slowly when you are lonely.

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2007-10-29 – 23:33:47

A minutes like an hour

an hour like a day

a week is like a lifetime

while you are away.

I count each single heartbeat

I feeel each pulsing vein

time passes oh so slowly

until we meet again.

I long to have you near me

to cuddle and to kiss

just sitting close together

is my idea of bliss.

I try so hard to bear it

laugh and enjoy each day

but it's getting harder
while you are away.

And so to bed !!!!!!!!

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2007-06-23 – 23:46:01

I'm feeling rather sleepy
I'm nodding off to sleep
  I think it's time I packed it in
And go off counting sheep
I'm going to tuck the dog's up
Make sure they're bedded down
Then make a nice hot cuppa
Take off my dressing gown
Climb underneath the duvet
Read for a little time
That's when my mind will come alive
That's when I think in rhyme
Thats why a pen and paper
Is kept beside the bed
  'Cos just as I drop off to sleep
Ideas fill up my head
I cannot just forget them
Can't leave it til the morn
If I did'nt jot them down
I'd stay awake til dawn
So on the understanding
That I'll have to sit and write
I'm going to bed now
So goodnight all goodnight. :wave:

WHAT DO YOU LIKE ??

by murphymole ^Pro @ 2007-06-23 – 18:05:00

I have been lisening to the rain spattering on the caravan roof, a very soothing sound, it got me thinking of things I like. SO What about you ???What makes you happy??

The sound of rain on the window pain
A blackbirds evening song
Voices singing in the choir
I love to sing along

Crackling logs on an open fire
Bacon in the pan
Sunshining down upon my face
Enjoy it when you can.

A frosty morning crisp and bright
That chills both nose and toes
A steaming mug of chocolate
To soothe away your woes.

In summertime the flowers
So colourful to see
And after all the showers
A humming busy bee.

Stars shining overhead
Sand beneath my feet
Waves that roll upon the shore
As if to come and greet.

The stillness of a churchyard
A newborn baby's cries
Cornfields waving to me
In breezes soft as sighs.

So many thing can make me smile
I like to stop and stare
Autumn leaves falling
Making trees look bare.

I could go on forever
So much in life to see
Natures always changing
And it brings such joy to me.

SO WHAT DOES IT FOR YOU?????