THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #16
EXCITING TIMES
Excitement settling in,
I can’t stop da-dancing,
Colours are illuminate,
Eyes are pra-prancing;
For excitement is settling in,
As I’m getting reeled in.
November 04, 2002
RUSH
Thu-thump,
Thu-thump,
Puh-pump,
Puh-pump;
These sounds are what I hear,
As I shake off timidity and fear;
It’s a rush,
As blood and heart gush;
Emotions are plush,
As I feel another rush.
Thu-thump,
Thu-thump,
Puh-pump,
Puh-pump;
These sounds are what I hear,
As I step nearer;
It’s a rush,
As blood and heart gush;
Emotions are plush,
As I feel another rush.
November 04, 2002
IN THE RIGHT
He practices his craft, she writes and looks sublime,
Both are separated by a solitary line;
But it will disappear in time,
For they’ve got a future,
A story yet to tell,
Fate will yet push them together,
And they’ll feel heart and soul swell.
“It’s gonna happen,” he says,
“Life’s gonna take flight,
No need to cross our fingers,
Cause we’re in the right.
So let’s just stay close,
And laugh through the night;
Stay bright babe,
Brave to smile in delight,
You know it’ll happen,
Cause we’re in the right.”
He sits next to her,
And takes her hand –
She becomes fulfilled.
He tells her to be strong,
Never say so long –
He puts her in life’s song,
They know it isn’t wrong.
“It’s gonna happen,” he says,
“Life’s gonna take flight,
No need to cross our fingers,
Cause we’re in the right.
So let’s just stay close,
And laugh through the night;
Stay bright babe,
Brave to smile in delight,
You know it’ll happen,
Cause we’re in the right.”
He tells her to be patient,
As she lets a tear slide,
He holds her close –
Tells her to look in his eyes,
She does so – instantly she feels full of fuel.
Then he whispers to take it easy,
Stay calm and cool.
“It’s gonna happen,” he says,
“Life’s gonna take flight,
No need to cross our fingers,
Cause we’re in the right.
So let’s just stay close,
And laugh through the night;
Stay bright babe,
Brave to smile in delight,
You know it’ll happen,
Cause we’re in the right.”
November 04, 2002
PATIENTLY WAIT
It would be great to be with you,
Warm inside your arms,
Talking, silently walking,
Doing anything and everything –
Would be so fun.
But alas – just have to patiently wait,
Until Fate decides to open the gate.
November 05, 2002
KNOWING ONE’S DESTINY
The fear gets swiped from the mind,
Doubt gets swept on the grind,
You walk forth cemented not blind,
Saying “it’s my time.”
November 05, 2002
IMMORTAL HERO
The tin laden soldier walks in the line,
Cannon balls already swirl in his mind.
He fearlessly walks to the boarder in time,
Singing in his mind,
“It’s time, it’s time.”
Then when the cannon balls come –
When all around him flies bullets from several guns,
And havoc breaks loose within the group –
He walks with a fearless tongue.
Beliefs firm - he’s not going to run.
The tin laden soldier is attacked from behind,
But he swirls round and kills before a thought enters his mind.
He’s a killing machine,
Wild and menacing;
Soon more enemy soldiers come forth in a run.
And there are gun blasts,
Swipes of swords,
Screams from vocal chords,
As the tin laden soldier fights,
And his comrades hide in their fort – sheltered out of sight.
The afternoon sun sinks into bed,
The mound of earth is covered in red,
And in the middle lies the wounded tin laden soldier,
Amongst many dead;
He smiles to the sky saying, “It was time, it was time.”
His comrades drink to his name,
Chisel him in stone, put a sword in a frame,
Class him in History as a victorious hero –
Decades later his monuments are worth a one and many zeroes.
His life was short but his deed forever remained in strangers’ thoughts.
November 05, 2002
THOUGHTS DURING BATTLE
I wonder how you’re doing,
With this long, ardent fight.
I wonder if you’re ok –
I hope you are alright.
Hope you’re not stressing,
Hope you’re seeing light,
As we continue with this battle,
Through day, and night,
This long ardent fight.
November 05, 2002
FLIMSY PAPER CUP
People using,
Psychologically degrading techniques,
To pull their ego’s up,
Are weak –
Inside they are just,
A flimsy paper cup.
November 06, 2002
DAY OF RESCUE
Can’t wait for the day,
When the stranger comes with the key –
(After hearing my call) –
And knocks down the barricaded door.
Pushing away the monsters in the hall,
He will then steadily advance,
To my chamber door –
Where he will walk down the wall,
Present to me the key,
Before taking me away,
Making me whole and free.
November 06, 2002
November 07, 2002
YOUR BABY
I sleep alone at night,
Cause I’m wanting to be your baby;
I reach for the light,
Cause I’m wanting to be your baby;
I silently watch the moon on sleepless nights,
Daydreaming you arms holding me tight;
I’m counting on being your baby.
November 07, 2002
GROUTED FUTURE
He holds me close,
When I’m having a doubt,
Whispers, “I love you most” –
I know I can walk out;
Future sealed with grout,
So during the wait I simply pout.
November 08, 2002
REASSURANCE
The girl standing in front of the mirror,
Brushing her long hair,
Whilst having with herself a deep discussion,
About equal love riding on the air;
He sees her face,
Holding the thoughtful frown,
And glassy stare;
Grabs her shirt from behind,
And whispers then and there;
“Rub those doubts out,
Put away the red line.
Don’t ever think of doing turn about,
We’re going to be fine.”
He points to the eyes,
“See it there,
Our souls fit perfectly inside the frame,
The truth is exposed and bare.”
He holds her from behind,
And says after whispering her name,
“Darling rest your brain,
We’re the same.”
November 08, 2002
USING ALL OF WILLS’ STRENGTH
I’m so tired tonight,
So very tired;
And I hate –
Loathe –
The wait,