POETRY AND RHYME

Poetry and rhyme so beautiful each day
creativity of words at play

pen across paper fingers at play
thoughts of the imagination

our minds thinking once again

a object of beauty a dream or play
a desire a thought words at play

rhyming flowing writing away
creating forming a picture or play

the power of word and thought
paper its stage

letters are the characters
acting away

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I AM THE POMPEYPOET song

verse one

I am the pomepy poet come and sing with me

lets sing at sunset ,lets sing by the sea .

let dances through the waves at beautiful southsea.

 

I am the pompey poet come and sing with me

lets sing at sunset sing by the sea.

chorus

I am the pompey poet come sing with me

lets dance all night and sing by the sea.

Lets gaze at the sunset and sing bye the sea

I am the pompey poet come join me.

verse two

lets sing at sunset sing by the sea

sing by the castle and sing merrily

lets sing at sunset and sing by the sea

I am the pompey poet you may have heard of me.

 

 

not to be copied or used written by kevin newman

IN MEMORY OF ANDREW CHARLTON

Many years had passed until recently I saw you

but then to day the news came through.

 

A great old friend had suddenly passed away

he lived and worked hard in every way

he brought up his family and loved them all to

 

he had many great friends who remember him to

 

his favorite haunt was Raven pub in Southsea

where he would share a few beers with friends and family

where he would laugh and joke and drink merrily

 

but sadly yesterday evening he did pass away

may god bless you my dear friend in a special way

 

and with all the sadness of this news of your passing away

our thoughts are with your family as you grieve today

 

may sun lift the dark clouds which hang over you

and bring back the sunshine and warm memorys too

 

of Andrew Charlton dear old friend  to me and many others

and proud father to great family we are all thinking of you

 

may you rest in peace old friend we will always remember you.

 

IN  MEMORY OF ANDREW CHARLTON FROM SOMERSTOWN WHO DIED YESTERDAY.

I SAT PONDERING ONE BEAUTIFUL DAY

I sat and pondered one quiet day

as people walked and passed my way

going about life there way

is it like a beautiful dream

is that why god created humanity

or is it a experiment

of many days

where we are all part of a beautiful play

while he watches over you and me

judging every thing he sees

deciding fate for you and me

the wonders of his wisdom we all do see

being part of humanity

LOVE IS SHINING ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY

Love shining bright on a beautiful day

sun shining in month of may

bright beautiful warm rays

on display

cold beer by the sea

oh so heavenly

how wonderful is life

god created for you and me

seagulls swoop and put on a display

cormerants fish out the bay

darting in out of the waves

oh what a beautiful day

TIRED AND WARN OUT CONSTANTLY

Tired and warn out constantly

somethings wrong

wrong with me

——-

every moment everyday

struggling to do tasks along the way

——

everything is difficult for me understand and see

why cant I learn things in life

for everyone is so easy

————–

but for me is stressful diffiicult an impossibility

——-

why oh why I ask each day

cant I learn like normal people

each day

——

is it possible

I am a adult with learning disabilities

is there any hope any hope for me

to be like everyone else whose normal and different from me.

THE POETRY OF LIFE

The poetry of life

each beautiful day

——

the winds whispers

we say our prayers

our lord listens high up there

—–

he casts an eye over you and me

he judges our deeds

on what he doth see

—-

if we have done good

he answers our prayers

——-

if we have done bad

he closes his ears

——

he listens in morning

he listens at night

—–

just becuase we cant see him

doesnt mean hes not there

—–

high up in the heavens on his mighty chair

on his throne

——

he sees everything down there

one day he will visit you wait and see

——

the earth will tremble

when he speaks to thee.

—–

the bible is life

he wrote for you and me

——

his words his law our life story.