Nights in White Satin - Moody Blues

Nights in white satin
never reaching the end.
Letters I've written
never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you,
yes I love you,
oh, how I love you.

Gazing at people
some hand in hand
just what I'm going though
they can't understand.
Some try to tell me
thoughts they cannot defend
just what you want to be
you'll be in the end.

And I love you,
yes I love you,
oh, how I love you.

Nights in white satin
never reaching the end.
Letters I've written
never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore

Glad to be One

Today is a day in the rest of your life
we watch the birds fly through the air like a knife
but softly we walk through the ocean of time
and my heart's in your heart through this very rhyme

When older we get from the pains in our lives
casting away the tales of old wives
there's a place you can go and it wont take a minute
go into my mind have a rest there's no limit

To what you can do with the time you have left
dont give in to hatred or anger or theft
but grow in the knowledge you can defeat greed
I know in my heart I want you to succeed

You have in yourself the beauty of fun
your smiles are so happy and glad to be one
of the ones who are laughing and jumping around
and creep like a mouse as to not make a sound

This poem is special it's my gift to you
i know you can keep it and then follow through
to the rest of your life my dearest young friend
with my love and my wishes this poem, THE END

Life, Dont talk to me about life !

Life, dont talk to me about life
I heard you say when groaned in your strife

but what else is there when we are all here
we've got to take note of the good times and cheer

the space where we sit when surrounded by bad
can help us compare the good when we're glad

it hightens awareness of what really matters
it isn't the end when you think your in tatters

I hope you begin and learn to improve
the body, the mind, the spirit can southe

we all can be sad and feel in the dark
but all that it takes is just one brightest spark

to make you realise you're just better off
than you thought that you were when you started to scoff

at this poem or rhyme or whatever it is
just pick yourself up, you're the ticket, the biz !

The Old Town

Fear and pain fall into past
tables turned to iron cast
something's wrong in minds today
what it is I cannot say

spirits calling swurling fast
bows may break and crush the mast
seeing sunlight spill through cracks
gives hope and warmth for us old hacks

cutting knives through waves of steel
hammer action bolt and pin
chocking smoking blackened wheels
structures made by men with kin

hardened toughned from the grime
knuckles bare and cuts all brused
hammer hammer beat the steel
labour for the bread, the meal

days are short and nights are long
winter cold but furnace warm
pour into the next hard batch
night shift over out they swarm

dawn is rising on the hill
golden shine cuts through the sky
chimneys smoking out the spill
birds cross over but to spy

blast of horn is heard out loud
workers start the day shift now
heavy steel is crushed and made
ships are build with port and bow

faces blackened with the muck
work clothes torn and oil traced
time is short and out of luck
orders drop and even paced

dwindle now the work is done
no more ships are made here now
memories are that all there is
of a town I take a bow

Back and Forth

light is gone, light is gone
take from me the darkness please
I have not the will for sight
senses for my mind displease

can this be just all the same
haven't I just learned a thing
back and forth and back again
tugging at my soul within

wrenching twisting turning guts
in within my stomach writhes
sickness of the love i've lost
cut right down with natures sythes

pride, no pride have I got none
for to me the pride was her
she has broken all my song
and the life is thin as air

do you want to come for tea
can i cook you one more meal
'text me back' the piece of string
that tugs at me so hard a deal

do you want me, do you not
I keep saying, her to hear
or my soul is back and forth
she's not listening with her ear

with her heart what is she doing
does she do this to me why
i have not the pain to take
send me back and forth to cry

back and forth and back and forth
tugging at my very soul
like a bird trapped in a cage
eyes turned black as black as coals

Jay

Mirror Mirror

mirror mirror, bow and quiver
aim your site but not deliver
one is hit and one is missed
one is loved and one is kissed

one is left with broken arrow
left and lonely sadly sorry
kindness shown but not delivered
mirror mirror bow and quiver

target hit and target miss
broken arrow darkness kiss
heart is blackened soul is teared
love is lost and never shared

mirror mirror bow and quiver
line your site this time deliver
into both the hearts you hit
into kindness now should bit

both the hearts should grow together
tightly now with strongness teather
bonding with the book of love
flying high just like the dove

Jay

Broken Ear

Baby baby on the wall
broken ear and broken heart
listen to the morning call
birds that sing and fall apart

lost is me and with no will
pain has come to stay awhile
nothing changed and nothing still
i will walk for mile and mile

in the lowley forest deep
of mankind and womans sight
i will wait before my time
ready for the wolf of night

take me, take me were the words
that I will not ever hear
for my time with her is gone
so i sit and drink the beer

turn myself into a tramp
whithered soul and blackened eyes
lost and lost and gone forever
angels look at me and sigh

Jay

Poetic Justice - a poem sent to me from a good friend

I sat here and pondered the many horizons
and I recollect the tears, the laughter,
the heartache and the glory.
And I wonder how it was,
that I made the journey into today.

Then you stray into my thoughts,
and I recall how many times you have held my hand
and guided me through the darkness
and showed me the light.
Then I think of the laughter you gave to me,
the smiles you brought to my eyes,
and the warmth you poured into my heart.

For those many gifts you have offered me,
I feel compelled to give something in return.
But what gift is worthy of such a friend as you?
Only the finest delights are suitablefor such a friend as you.
But I am not wealthy in a monetary fashion,
and haven’t the means to give such a wondrous gift.

So I sit asking myself what I have to offer,
and just what gift is worthy.
So I give to you something special to me.
Not a material object to be looked at or used,
but rather a place where one can rest easyand drift into serenity.

Close your eyes if you will and take your thoughts to a place
where light dances across clear blue lakes and enchanting evergreens offer shelter
and blue skies bring the warmth of the sun.
Where a song is whispered to you from the doves high above,
and the scents of the flowers ease your mind.
Here in this special place you have wings to fly
and float on warm gentle breezes.
And you can see a vast array of colors burning into the distance.
Here you are at one with the angels,
and you can be at peace in your heart.

For if you can see my special place,
it is yours to call home and you can always close your eyes and return again.
So please take my humble offering,
nd go there often, knowing that in my heart
I am with you in a place in my mind.
This is my gift for you,as you are my SPECIAL FRIEND