Submissions by Timk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 5:27pm
17th Sep 2013 5:27pm
Goodnight Kiss
Living in another world
singing a different song.
Keeps me away from you
it’s been for far too long.
So I’ll take the early plane
to get back home tonight.
I can’t get to sleep anymore
if I can’t kiss you goodnight.
Never wanted to go away
but I just thought I should.
Doing things, the best I can
to bring about some good.
I need to be home again
singing a familiar song.
Knowing I am with you
back where I belong.
I’m taking the early plane
to be home with...
singing a different song.
Keeps me away from you
it’s been for far too long.
So I’ll take the early plane
to get back home tonight.
I can’t get to sleep anymore
if I can’t kiss you goodnight.
Never wanted to go away
but I just thought I should.
Doing things, the best I can
to bring about some good.
I need to be home again
singing a familiar song.
Knowing I am with you
back where I belong.
I’m taking the early plane
to be home with...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 4:41pm
19th Apr 2013 4:41pm
I Missed Them All Today
I missed my wife today
while she had to be away.
Realised how lonely I'd be
if she wasn't here with me.
Without her love and smile
life wouldn't be worthwhile
I missed my wife today.
I missed my children today
seeing them happily at play.
Sunny days and ice creams
bedtime stories before dreams.
They've grown and moved on
now my little ones are gone.
I missed my children today.
I missed my father today
working Monday to Friday.
Taking us out on Saturday.
preaching in church on...
while she had to be away.
Realised how lonely I'd be
if she wasn't here with me.
Without her love and smile
life wouldn't be worthwhile
I missed my wife today.
I missed my children today
seeing them happily at play.
Sunny days and ice creams
bedtime stories before dreams.
They've grown and moved on
now my little ones are gone.
I missed my children today.
I missed my father today
working Monday to Friday.
Taking us out on Saturday.
preaching in church on...
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 4:38pm
19th Apr 2013 4:38pm
The Old Vicar
An old man sits on a churchyard bench
with his memories of times long ago.
When he was the Vicar of the church
and the people he'd come to know.
He recalls when he married a couple
on an almost perfect summer's day.
And how with joy in their young faces
they knelt there before him to pray.
He remembers when he christened twins
who cried the whole ceremony through.
Their mother tried to keep them quiet
but there was nothing she could do.
The church would be full at Christmas
with people standing near the door. ...
with his memories of times long ago.
When he was the Vicar of the church
and the people he'd come to know.
He recalls when he married a couple
on an almost perfect summer's day.
And how with joy in their young faces
they knelt there before him to pray.
He remembers when he christened twins
who cried the whole ceremony through.
Their mother tried to keep them quiet
but there was nothing she could do.
The church would be full at Christmas
with people standing near the door. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2013 5:15pm
18th Apr 2013 5:15pm
It's Raining
It's raining so hard outside
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.
I'm feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I'm trying
to write a word or two.
I'd like to write a little poem
but I don't know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.
Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.
I wonder if I could...
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.
I'm feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I'm trying
to write a word or two.
I'd like to write a little poem
but I don't know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.
Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.
I wonder if I could...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 3:51pm
16th Apr 2013 3:51pm
Children Of Our Time
They look up above to the skies
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.
Adolescence will arrive out of the blue
their bodies will change, they will too!
Many will become technology slaves
and adopt some rather strange ways.
Boys will see girls, in a different light
and dream of them deep into...
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.
Adolescence will arrive out of the blue
their bodies will change, they will too!
Many will become technology slaves
and adopt some rather strange ways.
Boys will see girls, in a different light
and dream of them deep into...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 3:46pm
16th Apr 2013 3:46pm
On Her Wings
Not so long ago, the journey of life became hard and difficult.
a troubled mind made the waters seem too deep and stormy.
a weakened spirit made the hills feel steep and hard to climb.
a weary heart made the paths seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace became distant and impossible to reach.
Then, that special person in my life took control of my journey,
with her kindness, her patience and her love. And like an Angel,
on her wings she guided me through the waters which gradually became shallow and calm
on her wings she carried...
a troubled mind made the waters seem too deep and stormy.
a weakened spirit made the hills feel steep and hard to climb.
a weary heart made the paths seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace became distant and impossible to reach.
Then, that special person in my life took control of my journey,
with her kindness, her patience and her love. And like an Angel,
on her wings she guided me through the waters which gradually became shallow and calm
on her wings she carried...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 9:31am
15th Apr 2013 9:31am
A Coin For My Pocket
A coin for my pocket sir
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad
we beg on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea?
A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven't got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?
Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
Got a lot of coins today
from fooling who we meet.
They...
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad
we beg on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea?
A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven't got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?
Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
Got a lot of coins today
from fooling who we meet.
They...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
15th Apr 2013 9:27am
15th Apr 2013 9:27am
A Better Way (song for the redundant man)
Now they don't want me, now they don't care
might as well go back to bed, up the wooden stair.
They took it all away from me, everything I knew
now it's all gone and there's nothing I can do.
I wondered if it would happen, ever happen to me
and now that it has, the future's hard to see.
There has to be a reason, why it's me this time
don't think I want to know, just want to save my mind.
Maybe there's a better way, a better way to be
maybe it's out there waiting, waiting there for me.
Got to try to find it, got to take the time
see...
might as well go back to bed, up the wooden stair.
They took it all away from me, everything I knew
now it's all gone and there's nothing I can do.
I wondered if it would happen, ever happen to me
and now that it has, the future's hard to see.
There has to be a reason, why it's me this time
don't think I want to know, just want to save my mind.
Maybe there's a better way, a better way to be
maybe it's out there waiting, waiting there for me.
Got to try to find it, got to take the time
see...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 10:38am
13th Apr 2013 10:38am
Keep Love's Candle Burning
Someone has left you there all alone
doesn’t even bother to pick up the phone.
No more cosy evenings in any more
and no one to welcome you at your door.
But you can find a way to get through
so don’t let love’s candle burn out on you.
It’s hard to face the future with a broken heart
but you’ll move on when you’re ready to start.
Life will slowly get better, as time goes by
and you can get through this, you just have to try
You can find love again, you know that it’s true
so don’t let love’s candle burn out on you.
I know sometimes you...
doesn’t even bother to pick up the phone.
No more cosy evenings in any more
and no one to welcome you at your door.
But you can find a way to get through
so don’t let love’s candle burn out on you.
It’s hard to face the future with a broken heart
but you’ll move on when you’re ready to start.
Life will slowly get better, as time goes by
and you can get through this, you just have to try
You can find love again, you know that it’s true
so don’t let love’s candle burn out on you.
I know sometimes you...
784 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 10:32am
13th Apr 2013 10:32am
AIl I Need Is You.
Quiet meal, just the two of us
is something we still like to share.
It’s always easier to be ourselves
when no one else is there.
Slow dance, is still our favourite dance
you and I together, me holding you near.
While you listen as I softly whisper
words of love in your ear.
Gentle passion, that’s how we want it
when you share your love with me.
Still romantic and always tender
that’s how we like it to be.
Night falls and you share my pillow
feels good holding you close like I do
Dawn breaks and then you kiss me...
is something we still like to share.
It’s always easier to be ourselves
when no one else is there.
Slow dance, is still our favourite dance
you and I together, me holding you near.
While you listen as I softly whisper
words of love in your ear.
Gentle passion, that’s how we want it
when you share your love with me.
Still romantic and always tender
that’s how we like it to be.
Night falls and you share my pillow
feels good holding you close like I do
Dawn breaks and then you kiss me...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 9:16am
12th Apr 2013 9:16am
The House On The Hill
He remembers their first time, in the evening chill
near to the cornfield behind the house on the hill.
Where the old folks live who are lost behind its door
and don't know where, or who they are any more.
He visits her most days, she often doesn't know who he is
at the house on the hill, where she now needs to live.
Sometimes she looks at him with a certain look in her eye
and he knows that look and he tries hard not to cry.
He wonders if somewhere behind those troubled eyes
the woman he loved so much somehow still survives.
And...
near to the cornfield behind the house on the hill.
Where the old folks live who are lost behind its door
and don't know where, or who they are any more.
He visits her most days, she often doesn't know who he is
at the house on the hill, where she now needs to live.
Sometimes she looks at him with a certain look in her eye
and he knows that look and he tries hard not to cry.
He wonders if somewhere behind those troubled eyes
the woman he loved so much somehow still survives.
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 9:12am
12th Apr 2013 9:12am
Footsteps On The Staircase
Hearing footsteps on the staircase
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.
He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won't be missed till light.
It's not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can't understand,
how one man can change so...
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.
He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won't be missed till light.
It's not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can't understand,
how one man can change so...
649 reads
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