Run my own Business in the Education sector but first and foremost I'am a Poet and Writer. Have had poems published by United Press Ltd. Currently looking to showcase a select collection of my poetry and writing online. Compiling a collection of short stories for my upcoming book and hoping to self publish in the near future. I was born and raised in England but I now live in County Limerick,Ireland.
MY HEAVEN I walk through the garden of heaven, with the trees, shrubs and the exotic plants with beautiful red blooms, I feel the serenity within there souls and smell the scent of their delightful perfumes, As I walk through the garden I try not to step on the fragile flowers under my feet, I see the delicate flowers drop there heads as there petals droop with the heat, They're exhausted from the summer sun, they need a refreshing drink, I look over at a daisy and it look as if it gave me a wink, The garden's rich with vigour, colour and grace, I take a closer look at a Pansy, under my magnifying glass, it has a round, sweet, face, I stop and rest a while on a bench and I take a sip of my cool lemonade The colourful array of bedding plants look like there to dry I think they need to be moved into the shade, I hear a Lonely, blue, forget-me-not cry out don't forget me, In this garden of heaven everyone can be wild and free, I gaze up at the tree's above me for what time seems like several days, The red poppies dance under the maple tree, the sticky sap runs down a branch, The orange blossom, smells sublime, it's citrus scent makes me feel like i've travelled afar, I'm at peace as I walk, a roaring noise interrupts my peace, in the distance I can hear a passing car, Then as quick as the car arrived it goes away, Just then I spot a woodpecker tapping at a birch tree, his beak ricochet off the branch and the whole tree shakes, For a brief moment I could of been anywhere , I could of been in Paradise, In heaven, But then my mobile buzzes as I receive a text message from a good friend of mine from Devon, I awake from my daydream, to discover I have been in my garden the whole time, I guess my garden is my haven, my private paradise, and that suits me fine.
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MY MIND (10/12/2008)
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