Rainbows hold myths, And enormous powers Within our thoughts! How we often wonder why? When we see them in sky, Rarely would we pass one by Without a glance. Everyone gets to gaze, To wonder with amaze. How their colours bond, With their band of seven, Constructing their massive Arch, So beautiful to see. Where does it start, Where does it
» Read moreWe leap and then regret.. We reverse and regret. We stand still, And lose so much. Often circling our shores, Circling our thoughts, Carefree and in rose tinted shades. Finding our course In life is tough. Finding who we are Is liking riding The Helter Skelter of life, Backwards,. We see all the wrongs We miss all the rights! Trying
» Read moreThe winds whisper As they wind through the Cypress, It’s leafs glistening, As they deflect the light,. Illuminating the dark deep madeira.. Shadows cast to the west as the sun Reaches its height The time is now! For all mad dogs And English men To enter the arena. They all make a show With their crab like glow. Whilst the
» Read moreTo the west of Cork Lies a treasure trove. A wondrous land, A collection of natures gold. Whispering trees stand tall. Along shimmering streams, Telling stories of days gone… Mountains that darken the north. Humming winds from the coast. Grass as green, The like you have never seen. Once bastion for those subject To tyranny, amidst harsh times. a y
» Read moreLife is like a mountain stream, Quietly flowing, quietly forming. From soft rain that falls from the clouds As they brush by. It begins in a funny place, It’s a wilderness… But amongst great beauty, With the purest of water. It bursts from the rock Like a mountain spring. The air is fresh, There’s nothing to interfere. It winds its
» Read moreStone cold sober, Barely glancing, Rarely chancing, Never showing your hand. Steely face never yields. Smiles hidden deep,. You have no sides, Just you, So hard to understand…
» Read moreBeneath our oak Lies a shadow Of a stranger past. Only a silhouette To dictate stories, Stories of times Long gone from now. I think it’s a lady A lady who stoops. She is only there For me, Feeding my imagination. To tell of regret. To seek forgiveness, In my presence. For all the hurt, Just years ago. To free
» Read moreSuch beauty in our garden, They have the reddest of chests, They pout with pride. Are they only there for those cold winter months Or are they? Where do they hide, On those long days of summer? Away in the trees? Behind all the leaves? Trying to keep cool? And then in the fall, Cover is lost! Like magic, appearing
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