Fields of golden buttercups grasses wild and green, the almond trees in blossom a splendid springtime scene. The olive groves lush and green skies so clear and blue, swallows showing off their skills home from their long adieu. Wild Rosemary and Lavender the golden gorse’s shine, as I wonder throug...
It was one of those days when the sky was dark grey and my mood seemed to match all around, the dampness and the grey seemed to linger all day in a depressing and sad sort of way, I shuffled around with my chin on the ground and my head filled with impending doom, then a rainbow was formed a bright...
The wind came screaming from the north force nine or maybe ten the sky was black inducing fear amongst us broken men, the Captain he was sick in bed and looking fit to die the surgeon said he´s coughing blood as black as that there sky. The mast was shattered in the storm the sails were ripped apar...
I see their names carved in the trunk encompassed in a heart the date below is years ago, I wonder where they are. A penknife, key or rusty nail I wonder what they used to carve their love for all to see in the trunk of this old Oak tree. When finished did they laugh and kiss a kiss to seal the dea...
This stands alone as a wonderful poem and certainly one to get the reader thinking about their own gadget filled lives. Nicely done Richard. Love the "I’ll not be made to know such strife" line.
If you could look through rose tinted glasses I´m sure that you would grow in your own mind and be the one we know that you could be. The one who shines the one who smiles the one who lives life to the full, the one that we aspire to be, a bright light in the dark. So please keep on striving always...
I’ll not do that again for sure miss the nail and hit my thumb it ended up so bloody sore I’ll not do that again for sure, I tried to hide it but she saw my wife she laughed and said I’m dumb I’ll not do that again for sure miss the nail and hit my thumb.