WAITING

'In The Blink Of An Eye'  Trish   2012

I stand waiting at the gate,
I have an appointment with my fate.
It isn't as if I know what to say,
but I'll  get it right, on the day.

'How is it' I'll ask, 'You've taken so long?
I'd almost forgotten the words to my song'.
Then fate will embrace me and give me a hug,
say 'Come, out, come out, my little white dove.

You've kept your word to be peaceful and glad,
even when you were often quite sad.
So now that I've come, finally, at last,
you'll find precious jewels on the road of the past.

What used to be rocks has turned to treasure,
and dark clouds will smile just for your pleasure.
Come out, come out, my little white dove,
and taste the fruits of fates first love'.

Tushie   26/6/12

BABY BABY

'Breath in the Cradle'   by   Trish   21/6/12

Little one glowing bright,
In the darkness of the night.
Shining forth like a pearl,
dear, sweet baby girl.

Tushie   25/6/12

ONCE UPON A TIME

When the world continued, to refuse me, anything, I asked for,

I tried even more, to please. Finally, in my pain I cried out,

‘Why is it, I cannot have anything? Why am I not permitted,
even the smallest thing!'

There came the day, when I stood,on the mountain top,
of my despair, and let perish, every desire, every dream,
all I was, and in faith, took up ‘Hope’
placed it in the empty chamber of my sad heart,

and wept.

Tushie     17/6/12

THE MUSICIAN

Woozy-Wizzy-Tickle-Tum,
loved to bang his kettle-drum.
Until his friend Eddy said,
'Stop! It's going through my head!

Woozy-Wizzy-Tickle-Tum,
grew pale without his daily fun.
Even Eddy who'd got so mad,
could see Woozy, was very sad.

'Why don't you learn something else?'
Said Eddy, concerned for his friend's health.
'Maybe a violin, or even a guitar,
You can always play them, wherever you are.

Their music is sweet and full of joy'
But Woozy was born to be a Kettle-Drum-Boy.
The drum sat silent and gathered dust,
until Eddy said, 'Beat your drum, for it's clear, you must!'.

Tushie   14/6/12

LILY FLOSS

'Lily'  by  Trish  8/6/12
'

I guess I'm a special girl,
my black hair has no curl.
And why you see only my head,
is because I'm in my bed,
the blankets pulled up to my chin,
then fastened with a safety pin.

Here I am safe and sound,
in my little bed close to the ground.
Sometimes late in the night,
I give myself an awful fright,
I think I hear wee folk talking,
but its just their little feet walking.

I don't really mind the sound,
as they hurry here and around.
Doing the things, they must do,
before the day dawns anew.

Tushie   9/6/12

A BEGINNING- A MIDDLE- AN END

Every thing was too deep,

'Swishn-Swashin'  by  Trish  9/6/12

just way above our heads.

So instead of treading water,

We hid beneath our beds.

The seasons came and went,

but, made not even one dent,

as we slept away the nights,

with not even one little bite,

of food to nourish our body,

or  heads, now gone soft and noddy.

From too much sleep and dreams,

which were scary, and full of screams.

So here we are again, still all at sea,

My parents, brothers, their sister, especially me.

But help is close at hand, just round the bend,

Yes, helps on its way, my story, will have an end!

Tushie   9/6/12   

TIME

'Soo Soo'   1/6/12

Winter would not speak to me, stayed silent until,
Spring whispered, I'm here, watch for me, by your windowsill.

Summer came close slowly, to taste the sweet spring days.
Speared and spun brilliant gold, warmed all, with burnished rays.

Autumn bowed, then blustered, leaves, yellow, red over rich grass,
Unveiled trees, to reveal, a pristine landscape, breathed from the past.


Tushie   2/6/12

LET IT BE

'Hope'   Trish  

The tug of the heart can be distressing,
For it may touch, when least understood.
Often a strange touch, even depressing,
I'd rather take no notice, if, I but, could.

The tug of the heart is timeless,
Once it starts, the demand is forever.
To ignore, the request leaves one mindless,
A truly dangerous endeavour.

Tushie   3/6/12