My Little Soldier

My Little Soldier

When Children are very sick parents try and blame themselves and sometimes feel immense and overwhelming guilt and all though they know they are not to blame they continue to do so. Hope and acceptance of an illness is sometimes the only way to get through it sometimes with really positive outcomes!  

My Little Soldier, I look at him

His perfect ivory skin

Peaceful in his drug-induced sleep

I know within, War rages, one he must win!

I look at him

His perfect potential life

The peaceful innocence of his internal strife.

I know within, I'd die to save him, my kin!

I look at him

My perfect child

Peaceful yet I'm forever riled,

I feel so deep within, he's paying for my sin!

I look at him

My perfect babe,

I search my heart and soul,

Dissecting my life, whole,

I feel no shame, Yet he's still in pain,

I look at him

My perfect son,

I promise him all, till this war is won

For I know within

Together

We'll conquer and win!

1st published in 2011 

Bubblegum Kisses

                             

BubbleGum Kisses 

Bubblegum Kisses,

are a passage of course

Just a natures way of showing its force !

A Shy, fumbling approach,

as adult feelings encroach

on your childhood,

unblemished  

A friendship about to change

Innocence is the exchange 

for confused emotions

all brand new

Bubblegum kisses,

are a passage of course

Just a natures way of showing its force!

Tho tread with care, 

Ensure true love is there ,

for that first kiss

Should be pure bliss !

Bubblegum kisses can be the sweetest,

Or a complete and utter misery,

Those first kisses are dependent , 

Upon a well executed delivery. 

ECHOES

The echoes from past times

Of mental and physical crimes,

Haunt the chains I have made

Since my childhood was betrayed,

Echoes interrupt my being,

Constantly in my head,

Like a film I’m seeing,

Played and replayed,

Always bubbling away

Waiting to invade.

Echoes beat in my heart,

Drowning the love, you give me,

Unless I rewrite my history,

The echoes of the past

Will destroy us

Shatter us like Glass!

Turn Back Time

Turn Back Time 

If I step back in time 

Way way back before my prime 

When the world was all mine 

Tiny, insular and undefined, 

My wild, unbridled imagination 

Turned even the norm into wonder and fascination, 

Autumnal stripped trees who were once wooded glades 

Suddenly turned to a landscape where aliens had to invade,

Those knotted roots that tripped and trapped, 

Made especially so them critters could watch how we'd adapt, 

Candy striped deck chairs upturned onto a lawn, 

Became my secret hideaway into many a dawn, 

Cars with bright lights, whizzing past, 

Were huge monster guzzling the landscape after a fast, 

Those tiny sparkling stars in the sky

Were angels watching me with their beady eyes, 

Gloomy graveyards with the resting dead 

Were definitely  places were all vampires fed, 

And those churches that loomed into the sky 

Were their dens where they practise to fly, 

My imagination is now in decline

I'm now way way past that sweet childhood time 

My world is here, now! and totally defined, 

Oh if we could just turn back time !

Submitted to : dVerse Poets Poetics  where fab poets create and share check it out !!!!

My Mountain

My Mountain 

He's always been like a mountain to me, 

Always there tall and strong, 

Forgiving me no matter what went wrong 

In his shadow was my haven, 

Even when naughty and misbehavin, 

In his arms he kept me 

Safe and sheltered from worldly harm. 

He's always been a mountain to me 

Allowed me to be me, be free, 

He's heard the moans of my strife

All through his life ,

I'm still in awe 

Though he knows me no more, 

Loving him is a joy not a chore 

The man mountain that is constant in my mind 

Remains with me still, 

Though now its harder to climb 

He'll always be my mountain, 

Submitted to Bluebell Book Short Story Slam where the picture was the prompt 

Innocence Lost

Innocence Lost

Solous And Maser Irish Street Artists 

What's happened to childhood today 

Where did it go to?

Its been taken  away, 

Little men and Ladies, 

Seeing things they ought not to see 

Innocence robbed 

In our quest for technology,

 Visual delights constantly

 Bombards them 

Without their consent 

Music booms loudly

 Without any real intent,

Yet into virgin minds 

It drips and slips

drip, drip, 

dripping, 

Innocence suffocating  

Till childhood is all stripped. 

Innocence protected

Should be a directive, 

Little princes and princesses 

Should be adored and safe 

Without adult worries, habits and stresses! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night Where poets create and share check out fab poets there !

The Parting

The Parting 

Picture by Tracey Grumbach

The time has come to dip your toe 

In the Ocean of life, 

So swim strong,

My love

Just go! 

The time has come for grown up things, 

Of love and strife, 

My love 

The reality that all of life 

Brings! 

  

The time has come to leave the nest, 

Our loving bond, 

My love

Always to remain,

Intact, whole, 

Blessed! 

The time has come

My love, 

To learn to fly, 

Leave the ocean say goodbye, 

Grasp at your dreams 

Reach for the sky! 

  The time has come to say goodbye 

  To innocence of  childhood 

  So soar high, 

  My love 

  Just fly!

  The time has come for you to fly, 

  Go my love ,

  Turn away now, 

  Don't say good bye 

  Allow my tears to flow, 

  Allow me to 

  Cry! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics where Tracey Grumbach Beautiful Photography was used as the prompt ! 

A Gorgeous Day

A Gorgeous Day

Sizzle, griddled ,

Till cooked in the middle 

Smothered and covered 

In crystals of sugar,

Citrus juices squeezed, 

To tease and please 

Stacked up high disc upon disc 

Desperate to munch, quick, quick 

Sugary lips so lemony, so lick, lick, 

Those delicious delights so smothered, 

Remind us of times when we were mothered 

A time of love, kindness, innocence and peace 

Its a time when adulthood stops for a moment,

A minute, it just seems to cease !

Childhood Stories

Childhood Stories 

In idyllic innocence 

When the sun was constant with it brilliance 

 Time seemed to stand still 

Imagination running riot and with time to kill, 

The dusty books that smelt of age, 

Became my friends and how I'd engage, 

My dreams and notions, 

Were fuelled by mystery, fantasy and magic potions,

Characters and creatures leapt from every leaf, 

Performing feats beyond belief,

Witches,fairies,treasure islands and gangs of chums,  

Staved of boredom and twiddling thumbs, 

Now ensconced in middle age 

How I wish I could turn back the page, 

When life was idyllic in it's innocence, 

And

 The sun always shone brightly in it's brilliance ! 

 Submitted to : Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic  whose theme is Childhood, Dreams, Books, and Role Models

Grandads Knee

Grandads Knee

My granddaddy always said to me 

You wait until your thirty three 

You'll have some little'uns of your own

Your little princess or prince will sit upon this throne, 

This throne that's reserved just for you

Till childhood fairyland bids adieu.                                                      

So upon his knee I'd clumsily scramble,

Listening to his stories and rambles, 

His stories were off  far of lands, 

Of fairy queens, her kingdom and commands, 

The only wish he had for me 

Was I be as happy as happy as I could be.

On his throne that was his knee,

My childhood was like a fantasy, 

No seat ever has replaced that spot

That I'd climb upon as a tiny, tiny, tot 

Perhaps if grandaddies knees  were the law 

I'd still see my fantasy lands of wonder and awe 

 

 Submitted to : Jingle Poetry

I Want To Be Free

I Want To Be Free 

I want to be three, 

I want to scream,and shout,

I want to jump in puddles, 

Kick autumn leaves about! 

I want to be three, 

I want to play with abandon,

I want to scream with glee, 

Bash drums dressed as a bandsman! 

I want to be three, 

I want to be swaddled in love, 

I want the sleep of the innocent,

Snuggled up like a hand to a glove. 

I want to be free,

I want no deadlines,or pains, 

I want the sleep of the innocent, 

To awaken in a land where childhood forever reigns. 

I want to be free! 

Submitted to Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic