Love of Pavlova

White was the colour

That whisked its way through

Sugar coated crystals of particles

Huddled together

Tugged in to itself

Wrapped in circular motion

This is really a true love potion

Rise from its base

Hunger is erased

Smoothing of creamy textures

Fill its centre so lonely

Fruit is the juice that drips along its edges of delight

Lovingly placed

Enjoy the happiness of subtle happiness

That fills your inner soul

Over come with all the tastes

Closing your eyes with each mouthful of pleasure

This is truly as white dusty fruit filled basket of treasure

No other dessert can measure

The captivating flavour of pavlova’s grasp

Fighting Crew

Whispers on the wind

Carry tales to him

Shouting of the breeze

Clears his mind over the sea

Letting the waves crash

Help his mind dash

Leave them here

In this place of rash

Suddenly pushed to the back

As the waves of time

Throw him about the land

He is the captain of the sea

Organise the men

Quickly all on board

Do what you can

To help out this weary man

The ship is pulled about

Seems like it is going to crack

The captain takes control he has the knack

He pulls back the sails and tightens up his men

They were just about to loose control

Then the battle has been fought and won this day

But what will tomorrow bring for the mighty men

They pray for good weather and calm seas

Not to be hanging on for dear life

Hopeless on their knees

Today was victorious

Tomorrow will be new

Today they are the fighting crew

Standing united one and all

The captain of the ship he stood tall

With hunger in their bellies

And triumph on their sleeves

They had smiles that filled them with laughter

Wind of the gentle breeze on the air they did breathe  

Inner Voice

Building bridges may seen easy to you

This may seem easy to do

But to much water has gone under this bridge

Feels like it has been carrying to much heritage

History has a way of repeating itself

People have a way of doing such things

Makes you wonder why and what it is about

Why do these things

Why not just let it out

Passing along pathways

Crossing roads never gone down before

Opening up doors never opened once more

As your eyes see all that’s is before them

Hold out your hands and embrace what is there

Open up your heart to those who care

Live and let live

Is how others should see

Let people be who they want to be

We are gentle shoots

Waiting to grow into beautiful flowers

We are not wasted in the grains of dirt

We have the ability do be who we want to be

Just have confidence in yourself

Don’t shy away from life itself

When a door closes another opens

Things happen for a reason

Don’t question just try to reason

Some times there is just no pleasing

Give that all you can

Be all you can be

Be true to yourself

Live life for you

Do what it is that pleases you

Terrible things story time

The posh gits that lived up the road started to come mixing at this stage and they were really bad they could do no wrong in their parents eyes how far from the truth could this be, which we would learn later on in the time as it turns out there was to be a break in the local school and followed by several houses after. My mother was worried afraid to leave the key in the door now she always left it in it no one ever done wrong on each other but as father said it a sign of the times. He went on to say they just don’t care anymore the generation coming up along. Mother replied sure we don’t know who is doing it. The residents called a meeting and low and behold it was the hot topic the garda came to where is the army replied a voice. It was from the mad one down the road she was an eccentric one. Sure maybe she had a point. Shush came the voices in the background if you have nothing sensible to say go home or sit down and be quiet. Well excuse me for breathing she shouted I am off to the bar care to join me she flirted with the young garda. In his defence he said I am a married man and you’re a married woman now go home. She went on to say I only asked if you wanted a drink not your hand in marriage aren’t we sensitive. So she continued her conversation with herself to the bar, she would be seen dragging herself home in the early hrs of the morning later on. I never understood this kind of behaviour from a woman although she was more like a man in her behaviour , mutton dressed as lamb the local woman would say sure maybe she had her skeletons in her closet god knows she hadn’t many clothes in it she was seen wearing the same clothes all the time . In fairness she could have been mistaken for a homeless person if you never set eyes on her before. I suppose she never had a break in life or many good examples to be seen in her home father was an alcoholic and so was the mother too she hadn’t a hope in hell of been any different lucky for her she had no sprogs of her own to weigh her already decaying body away . So the meeting came and went and the houses continued to be robbed of their worldly possessions. You name it they took it I wish they took that cat that would be crying away all night belonging to smackers or the howling dog that no one knew who owned it a stray in the mist or was he well the detective work began. It was a sunny Tuesday and the brothers and friends fancied abit of a wonder down the fields so they began their travelling adventure down the fields and had to climb the wooden fence go past the old fallen trees over the stream that lead to another . that continued for a bit but they took the short cut over the massive rock well they spoke of it as if it were a giants causeway or something of the seven wonders of the world .   which would lead them to another field if you made it up that steep hill , past the bull over the electric fence past the local wildlife hidden in their borrows . Well I don’t think I ever wanted to go through such an ordeal would you? Who would? But the cowboys and Indians loved the adventure the harder the better mad things they were. They eventually came to this derelict house. It seemed untouched for some reason but on closer inspection all was not as it seemed. The boys looked in carefully just in case they weren’t taken any chances you never know who could be in there or what. As they walked closer they could hear this shuffling noise followed by snoring what is that shouted Paul in his not broken voice he hadn’t matured quiet yet lads said what squeaky head. ah get lost you lot I am sick of it but he had to get on with it no matter what they all had their flaws hadn’t they he would get his turn to laugh at them . Well they got closer and wiped the dirty window with their sleeves they were already filthy. and there in front of their eyes was a figure all huddled up in a ball by the fireside which had gone out there was nothing inside but old newspapers and a head line caught my brothers eye “LOCAL SCHOOL BEEN BROKEN INTO “. Oh my god went paddy Paul covered his mouth with his dirty sleeve shut up paddy do you want get us all killed this guy must be some sort of fruit cake we need to get out of here now and I mean now just then the man awoke from his sleep . Whose out there he shouted help roared the boys well they shot off like the hairs of hell faster than than a flea on a dog they were. as they climbed well jumped the gate Thomas got stuck oh holy god please set me free he roared but the lads were gone they probably assumed he was behind trying to save their own skin more like it ha . meanwhile I was sat at home in the garden bored out of my tree if only I could have been on this adventure the excitement sure I was later on in their stories . So getting back to Thomas and his terrible dilemma he was going no where fast stuck on the gate still but why? Well his pants had got caught up on the wire bit on the side of it. The man who sleeps well did was getting closer Thomas taught to himself I swear to god if you set me free I will go to mass one Sunday in the month okay every Sunday and I will change my ways like hell he would pigs would fly before this great events would take place . This stranger hobo was getting closer and closer before he was right in front of Thomas. Thomas was nearly fainting at his stage with the fear that filled his body sweat was dripping down his pale face then came the vomit all over the grass . Don’t hurt me he shouted to this stranger. Then came a deep voice from the man I wont hurt you why would I?

Run Away

Running away

Seemed so good that day

Hiding where no one would find her

No one would care

As time past by no one came

She wondered what was taking them so long

She wondered where she belonged

Not knowing what was out there for her

Help me she was crying out for help

Felt like she had been pushed to the back of life’s shelf

Make them want me

This will work

But where are they now that she was gone

Little did she know?

That they were crying and looking for her everywhere

Sitting by the river underneath and empty tree

This tree resembled her feelings indeed

Nothing left inside or out

She wanted to scream out and shout

As she decided to do

A passer by heard her cries

What is wrong my dear?

The gentle voice said

It can’t be that bad

As she lay into this person

She told them of her worries

They said she should tell her mum and dad of what she is feeling inside

She said she couldn’t they wouldn’t understand

Maybe they would said the stranger as she held her hand

She assured the girl all will be well

So as they went to knock the door

Her mother answered and raced across the floor

I’m sorry my dear we didn’t mean to ignore

We were so worried about you

As they walked in through the large black door

I’m sorry to mum and dad

I didn’t mean to make you sad

I know I was wrong and I was bad

The stranger made me realise and come back

What stranger there is no one there?

Look as she pointed

She realised then it was only her that could see

So this was ok as all was good that day

She knew this was her guardian angel

That has helped her home and made her make the right choices

As she thanked her she disappeared in to the sunrays

Cut the apron Strings

Where are the ones

Who used to run wild?

What ones do run mild?

Let them free

Let them go

Do not keep them on your toes

Set them free

Let them be

Freedom is a right not a statement

Give the room to do so

Explore and adventure is apart of life

Learning is made harder by been to hard and polite

A happy medium is always hard to get right

But in the end they all take flight

Teach them, love them and hold their hands in yours

Teach them all you know

Expression of speech is the greatest gift of all

Independence is something that will teach them patience

Listen and encourage

Be there when they fall

Be there when they ring you

And have lost it all

All the different stages our children go through

Teaches them and us so much

But we do all we can

To be the best we can

Memories and images of times gone by

Are captured in our hearts and family albums on shelves up high

So watching through the looking glass

At all that we do everyday

Teaches us to stay in control

Knowing that you have done so much right

Makes you wonder why you sit and worry so much

But that’s what we do as parents and guardians

As they move on and grow up

Know that they are just as proud of you too

Horizons Sun

Let the drum roll

Let me reach out for what is in my grasp

Let me travel to far off places

Somewhere I have not been before

Let this interest me

And soak my very soul

Like silk against my delicate skin

Or cold sharpness of a water fall

High above the clouds

Trying to push all the boundaries

Hand on heart cross held beneath my finger tips from the start

This is an item I will not depart

As we land in the rustic sun

Feel life fill me up inside

What joy and fun

Mind wonders of what awaits

Beyond these large iron gates

Only time will tell

As we step up the tiny blue and red flecked stairs

Reaching our destination

As I turn to take all in

The soft breeze catches my mind and breath

I know I have made the best choice yet

Windows give way to shadows on the surface walls

Tiny dust particles enchant like dancing figures

As I step onto the balcony

To soak it all up

The sun goes down to rest till morn  

So let the mist of hazy weather

Give way to night from day

Let our hair down

To enjoy what ever the night may bring our way