The Lonely Road
The Lonely Road THELONELYROAD There is only one undiscovered roadleft for me to travel. It will be a tiresome and arduous passage, with many obstacles and bridges to cross along the way. I am not looking forward to the journey…
You
YOU. – PJ YOU. YOU: make me forget the things I don’t want to remember YOU: take me to Spring when it feels like December The smile on my face, is put there by your grace When you take hold…
100 (poem)
Untitled Poem – PJ Susurrus There’re a hundred roads that I could have travelled, and they all would have led me to you. Some things are categorically certain, some things undeniably true. I could have turned a thousand corners and…
Tempest
Tempest – PJ Tempest It is a lonely wind that drives through my life. The storm has long since abated, but the gusts remain. They swirl and gyrate around me, enveloping my world. No one sees, or feels this wind…
The Perfect Storm
The Perfect Storm – PJ The Perfect Storm The perfect girl, just right for me Became my perfect wife Together we created For us. The perfect life When we were together We were the perfect storm If anyone got in…
Where Hope and Dreams Abide
Where Hope and Dreams Abide How do you choose a bookwhere your hopes and dreams abideDo you pass along rows… using your hand as a guideOr glance at their covers which attract and delightPerhaps at the airport…one for the flight…
🔉 Dancing Queen
Dancing and swaying alone in her roomMoving around to her own ghostly tuneShe smiles as she dancesRemembering the pastWishing those times hadn’t gone so fastNow living each dayAs if it were her last.She remembers her husbandWho now is long goneRecalling…
Christmas Presence.
All alone on Christmas eveWaiting for the snowBasking in the gentle warmth, of the fires glowStaring at an unlit treeWith no presents on the floorHoping for a Christmas callOr a knock upon the door Thinking of the days gone byWith…
Service.
Remember, remember the eleventh of NovemberGunpowder, treason, and MumsNot just once a year, theirs was for lifeThink of them often, they all were our sons It’s easy you see to forget all that mattersThis life that we lead, depends on…
The Knife
I don’t know why the knife caught my eye in the first place, other than the fact that it was so beautiful. A silver cake knife. The sort of thing you used to be presented with on your twenty first.…