haunted by the past
with its tamper proof clasp
how long will the anger last
sink or swim or just keep bailing
its not just me i think im failing
who said life was all plain sailing

Until I reach the tunnel, then how can I see the light?
And if I finally see it, will its radiance feel too bright
If I succeed in freeing it will my mind then disappear?
Erasing all tranquillity, along with troubled fear

Will I leave my body, resting gently on the bed?
Undisturbed by conversations from the truth within my head
Is the light more frightening than a child locked in the dark?
Devoid of natural landscape, in a masterpiece of stark

If I shed all illusion will I finally see the truth?
As on a springtime day and the paradise of youth
Casting off guilt’s shackles in a river’s gentle flow
And never looking back or pondering secrets that they know

If I walk towards you will the door be open wide?
Will you guide me to my body or strike me with your pride
We will take the step together as the tunnel is in sight
And leave behind all colours as we pale into the white

hey you!
lovely poem,there is great depth in your poems
that only comes with age and suffering,

Ammi that was lovely.

LOL...I'm not that old...and I haven't suffered..no more or less than anyone else..I have a good life

I shed a tear

LOL...only one Nathan..I'll try harder

It's because Nathan is emotionally dead. Nothing makes him cry apparently. Another classic little poem from you Ammi, you'll have to bundle them together soon and make a collection.

Ever elusive and lost in translation
Conflict and war in dark conversation
Dreams and images trapped in the head
Hold on to the words which will never be said

Shape shifting sounds stripped of their meaning
Misunderstood voices with hate intervening
Universally vanished, the language you speak
Turning the world for the answers you seek

Tongue twisting sounds cracked and distorted
Spun round and round and violently contorted
Shattered and dispersed in the crack of a gun
A father is silenced as all words leave his son

Fragmented cries and sobs which lay scattered
Impulsive cries lay bloodstained and splattered
Corpses who spoke in the tongue of a nation
Slaughtered by words which were lost in translation

Hats
Hats on rats
Hats on cats
Hats on bats
Hats.

Another brilliant poem ammi, just lovely :)

thanks kizzy

Cats
Cats on rats
Cats on hats
Cats on bats
Cats.

..I didn't intend to post this..but now it seems appropriate as it will probably be the last time I post in this thread.....

To Benjamin...with love

With each footstep left behind a greater one is taken
And all the souls laid in theirs beds will never be forsaken
Laughter shared and memories stirred will never wander far
They’ll dance to your direction and ignite your northern star

Some paths are rough and cobbled and you may loose your stride
But the beckoning roads are smooth and your dreams will help you glide
Over waters and through mountains, your rhythm won’t miss a beat
You will know that you’ve arrived when you stand upon your street

Take a pause along the way and keep the treasures that you find
A journey rushed too quickly is a journey which is blind
Discover connections everywhere and tie them to your heart
Branches of your journey will bind them tightly when you part

Let dreams become your compass, turning pages of desire
Giving answers to all questions, leaving nothing to require
With each wondrous chapter allow your footprints to unfold
Don’t lay the suitcase down until the final stone has rolled

When the road to nowhere leads you to your journeys end
Your body may be weary but your spirit will transcend
And when you look into those eyes and gaze at what you see
You’ll know your road has led you to where you’re meant to be

Oh Ammi, Ammi, Ammi,
That poem is pure honey.
When it comes to words, to prose,
Your always on the money

So please don't be a stranger
to this delightful thread on here
Your poems draw me to this thread
so full of love and cheer

I wrote a poem on here last night...can't find it now twas pure gold haha

..LOL thank you I like that poem Suze :love:

..I'll try to think of one for you

Our Vicky

Let us all show a bit of respect for Our Vicky
She’s about to show that winning isn’t so tricky
Was there ever such a lady so lovely or bold?
Who would work her lovely legs just to hand us that gold

Such amazing grace in which she pushes her pedal
Just won’t fail to bring home that glorious gold medal
Have that victory dance ready at 4pm meantime
We can bask in her beauty and all cheer her sublime

This green eyed beauty has captured glory in Beijing
As stunning as Hepburn, inspiring as Luther King
As fearless as Boudicca and bold as Godiva
Leaves startled white faces on every other rider

A lion heart golden girl, our own lady of steel
Victorious Vicky the warrior of the wheel
Valiant athletes competing could never prevent
Our own Vicky from winning her Olympic event

By Ammi. Victoria Pendleton's number one fan.

There once was a woman named Fred,
What a stupid name for a woman.

:love:

I will respond to your email today, sorry about the delay. :hugesmile:

This poem is called Religion.


I slapped Jesus in his stupid face
and when he turned to cry
I kicked his bum.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed


-Kumar Patel

For Rememberance Day 2012

Mesopotamia
Rudyard Kipling 1917

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shell we leave it unabated in its place?

:love:..one of my favourites


The Unknown Soldier

A few questions I have pondered
If you have the time to spare
We can muse on them together
If lost secrets you will share

May I ask if you were eager?
Or reluctance did you show
Too afraid to look behind you
Or with yearning did you go?

Did you leave a weeping mother?
Heartbroken in her sorrow
Or a promise from a sweetheart
Of her love for each tomorrow

Were your dreams full of achievements?
Of the riches to be made
Or downtrodden with misfortunes
Left discouraged and dismayed

Did you keep on looking forward?
Marching proud towards your grave
Or turn back to all who loved you
And their melancholy wave

Was your heart filled with foreboding?
As the gunshot roared around
Were your mother’s arms around you?
As your body met with ground

With names crouched beneath the trenches
From the enemy concealed
Lost within the bloody battle
They shall never be revealed

As you rest below the shadows
With those who knew your story
We’ll illuminate your darkness
And celebrate your glory