The Bond Of Love

In Three Words ..
I couldn’t count the happy times
That you and I have shared
I couldn’t count the many ways
You’ve shown me that you cared.
I couldn’t count my loving thoughts
And that’s because I find
They number in the thousands
For you’re always on my mind.
But just as long as memories last
And wishes still come true
My deepest thoughts will be contained
In three words, I love you.

I Fall In Love All Over Again ..
When you take me gently in your arms

When you smile at me
And when you reach for my hand
I can trust you with my most private thoughts.
You show me respect
You accept me for who I am.
We dream together, share together, grow together.
We are the light in each other’s life.
We are companions and best friends.
In the strength of your character
In the sound of your laughter
In the tender way you care
I fall in love with you all over again.

The Bond Of Love We Share ..
We can be ourselves with each other.

We share secrets and dreams and accept each other just as we are.
We count on each other and help one another.
In the darkest hour, we can see the light as long as we’re looking for it together.
We understand one another as no one else can.
We often know what is needed without being asked.
We listen and care.
We accept, even when we don’t agree.
We’re a special combination,
And the bond of love we share is forever.

From My Heart ..
A million stars up in the sky
One shines brighter I can’t deny
A love so precious a love so true
A love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
Within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
Just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
Together forever and never to part.
( Mrs Creeves )

The Day You Came Into My Life ..
The day you came into my life everything changed.
You brought happiness, you brought hope
You brought contentment.
And most of all, you brought love.
A love so amazing, a love so powerful
A love too beautiful to ever be defined.
The day you came into my life, you gave me everything.
I will always love you.

To Know Someone So Special ..
To know someone so special seems to have a certain way
Of bringing joy and happiness to every single day.
You are just the kind of person who deserves a word of praise
For bringing warmth and sunshine to the cloudiest of days.

A Love So Free ..
Love me without fear.
Trust me without questioning.
Need me without demanding.
Want me without restrictions.
Accept me without change.
Desire me without inhibitions.
For a love so free.. Will never fly away.

I Love You More Than Words ..
It’s just that words don’t seem enough
When they are meant for you.
I hope you know I love you
Just by the things I do.
I love you more than you could know.
I love you more than words can show.

Nature Takes No Notice

Nature Takes No Notice ..
The nation may be burdened by a load of dreary care
But Nature takes no notice of disaster and despair.
She continues unconcerned her carnival of bloom
What is it to her, this talk of deficit and doom.

The UK Chancellor ..
The more he has, the less he spends
The more he has, the more he craves
Great God, can this poor soul be saved ?

All Attempts Come To Naught ..
Happiness is an elusive thing.
Some pleasures can be bought
But no one can buy happiness.
All attempts come to naught.

Dear Lord ..
May I not become the evil I deplore.
May I not hate evil so much that I retaliate with evil
Or use my hatred to justify evil deeds.

White Witches ..
Old souls.. Protectors of the Earth
Defenders of the right
Speakers of the truth
Guardians of the animals
Seekers of enlightenment
Believers in equality
Warriors against evil and darkness
Voices for victims.

Music ..
Music gives a soul to the universe
Wings to the mind
Flight to the imagination
And life to everything.

At Forty ..
You have learnt what is worthwhile.
You have conquered the worst forms of foolishness.
You have reached a balanced period of life,
Knowing good from evil, what is precious, what is worthless.
Danger is past, the mind is peaceful, evil is forgiven.
The affections are strong, envy is weak.
It is the happy age.

I Sometimes Seem Thoughtless ..
That’s because my brain has no heart.

And my heart has no brain.
That’s why when I speak my mind, I may seem heartless..
And when I say what’s in my heart, I sometimes seem thoughtless.

The Weatherman ..
The weatherman, was wrong again
When he said, “Just a spot of rain”.
It rained so hard, upon my back
That it soaked each fibre, of my mac.
I hadn’t taken, my trusted brolly
It’s hard to handle, with a rusty trolley.
My bags of shopping, got totally splattered
Packets and boxes, were soggy and tattered.
The tins and bottles, did so well
As drop by drop, they did repel.
Bags left open, in the muddle
Collected drops, to make a puddle.
Like a bag of goldfish, from the Fair
The water had, to spill somewhere.
I’d hardly stepped, through the kitchen door
When the water burst, onto the floor.
It made a little, wriggling stream
I don’t know how, I didn’t scream.
I kept my cool, and called his name
To vent my anger, and lay blame.
He rose up from, his comfy chair
And seemed quite calm, and unaware.
Of all the trouble, and the strife
This weatherman, had caused his wife.
( Amal Reetpet )

Looking Back

Autumn Of My Life’s Year ..
I’m in the autumn, of my life’s year
I bore my fruit, with tender care.
It’s amazing how quickly, they have grown
And have even produced fruit, of their own.
January to August, I clearly remember
Even though I’m now, at mid September.
I now take my time, and see things more clearly
So maybe I’m having, an ‘Indian Summer’ really.
It might be something, that quickly passes
Or because I’m wearing, new prescription glasses.
My young grandchildren, keep me on my toes
Our imaginations create, boundless scenarios.
They make my heart laugh, with giggling pleasure
This is a priceless, autumn golden treasure.
I hope I have time, to share many more thrills
Before I’m slowed down, by winter’s chills.
Though winter hours, are rarely sunny
Heart warming love, needs no weather or money.
The winter season, is nothing to dread
You can radiate love, even lying in bed.
( Amal Reetpet )

Looking Back ..
I might have been rich if I’d wanted the gold
Instead of the friendships I’ve made.
I might have had fame if I’d sought for renown
In the hours when I purposely played.
Now I’m standing today on the far edge of life
And I’m just looking backward to see
What I’ve done with the years and the days that were mine
And all that has happened to me.
I haven’t built much of a fortune to leave
To those who shall carry my name
And nothing I’ve done shall entitle me now
To a place on the tablets of fame.
But I’ve loved the great sky and its spaces of blue.
I’ve lived with the birds and the trees.
I’ve turned from the splendor of silver and gold
To share in such pleasures as these.
I’ve given my time to the children who came.
Together we’ve romped and we’ve played
And I wouldn’t exchange the glad hours spent
With them for the money that I might have made.
I chose to be known and be loved by the few
And was deaf to the plaudits of men.
And I’d make the same choice should the chance
Come to me to live my life over again.
I’ve lived with my friends and I’ve shared in their joys
Known sorrow with all of its tears.
I have harvested much from my acres of life
Though some say I’ve squandered my years.
For much that is fine has been mine to enjoy
And I think I have lived to my best.
And I have no regret, as I’m nearing the end
For the gold that I might have possessed.
( Edgar A. Guest )

The Simple Things ..
God grant that I may live upon this earth
And face the tasks which every morning brings
And never lose the glory and the worth
Of humble service and the simple things.
( Edgar A. Guest )

Garden Of Gold

Allotment Allure ..
For five arduous decades, he obeyed his employer’s commands
Then he had to choose a pastime, to occupy his ‘retired’ hands.
He was lured into the allotment, with talk of tasty ‘home grown food’
The produce would be ‘more healthy’, and the exercise would ‘do him good’.
He now neatly cuts the hedges, and the lawn he gives a trim
Each is done so precisely, that’s just typical of him.
He cultivates various vegetables, to enrich many an evening dinner
If they were put into a show, they’d definitely be a winner.
His carefully tended leeks, give distinct flavour to broths or pies
And as for his bulbous onions, you wouldn’t believe their size.
He spends many long hours digging, pulling out weeds with their roots
In summer his poor feet swelter, in his muddy wellington boots.
When strenuous digging aggravates, his back’s arthritic pain
He’ll potter in the greenhouse, even in the pouring rain.
And in the chilly wintertime, when frost or fog still lingers
He sorts plant pots in the shed, with nearly frozen ‘green fingers’.
He tells the Mrs “It keeps me healthy”, to justify his outdoor choice
But she’s realised his motive, it’s to escape her nagging voice.
( Amal Reetpet )

My Garden Is My Sanctuary ..
As I look out to my garden
I feel a sense of pride
It really is a lovely room
Except it is outside.
Where lovely things mix and match
And greenery fills the walls
The sound of trickling water
Coming from the gold fish pond.
I love the sight of stones and rocks
And driftwood and tree ferns too
The sounds of all my chimes
I know you would like it too.
( Marie Church )

Sweet William ..
When I pick up Sweet Williams
And inhale their spiced perfume
I see them on the window sill
Of our tiny old back room.
Their sweet indented petals
Coloured every shade of pink
Glowed so bright in that urban gloom
They almost made me blink.
They’d grown on Dad’s allotment
An expanse of air and sun
Along with fruits and vegetables
He brought home for my Mum.
Sweet Williams bring it home to me
I’m still the child I used to be.
( Frances King )

Garden Of Gold ..
I walk through the garden
On this warm summer’s day
To smell the flowers
That grandma raised.
In the middle
Of this garden of gold
Stood this one
Single red stem rose.
The rose means so many things
From the ones you receive on your wedding day
To the one you get on Valentine’s Day.
But this single rose standing here today
Represents the love grandma gave.
From the love she gave
When she planted it that day
To the love she gave us
Each and every day.
So when you pass this garden of gold
Remember the love that this rose holds.
( Lois E. Felder ) 

Do Not Ask Me To Remember

Do Not Ask Me To Remember ..
Do not ask me to remember
Don’t try to make me understand.
Let me rest and know you’re with me.
Kiss my cheek and hold my hand.
I’m confused beyond your concept.
I am sad and sick and lost.
All I know is that I need you
To be with me at all cost.

Do not lose your patience with me.
Do not scold or curse or cry.
I can’t help the way I’m acting,
Can’t be different though I try.
Just remember that I need you,
That the best of me is gone.
Please don’t fail to stand beside me,
Love me till my life is done.
( Owen Darnell )

Dementia Poem ..
I’m in this home.. They put me here.

Don’t know the date, I don’t know the year,
I sit, I think, I reminisce.
Of the days gone by, total joy and bliss.
But confusion sets in, and I start to panic,
Medication wears off, it makes me erratic,
Where am I ? .. I don’t know this place.
Someone is speaking, I see their face.
This one that speaks, I may recognise.
Something familiar, something about those eyes.
I think he’s not all there, I think he may be mad,
Why does he hold my hand ?.. Why does he call me Dad ?
They will not leave, they will not go.
So, I sit in silence, signs of life I will not show.
Still, they hold my hand and they speak to me.
They just wont let go, who can they be ?
My mind is addled I’m all confused,
My mind feels broken and it feels bruised.
I wish my wife was still around,
She’d ease my pain, she was so profound.
I listen as they all mill about,
I hear them whisper and I want to shout.
What do they want ?.. Why don’t they leave ?
I think they are liars, and I disbelieve.
I remember times of long ago,
But not recent times, as my mind has slowed.
Endless summers and times of joy
When I was small, just a little boy.
I remember well, my wedding day.
A happy memory that’s here to stay.
But, it all goes fuzzy and all goes grey
And, I can’t remember even yesterday.
They think me mad, they think me senile.
They are the ones that are in denial.
This mental illness is no joke,
I used to be normal, now I’m just smoke.
The onset came and it took hold,
It ate my mind and it has left me cold.
Deep inside I try and fight,
I push at it with all my might.
Some days are good and some quite bad,
But either way, when my end comes I’ll not be sad.
My brain has gone, now left this place.
I have passed on, the next world I shall embrace.
( John Steward )