By Titan

The clock ticks on
Its early morn
Darkness now gone
Await the dawn

Another day
What can you do
Light finds a way
Of coming through

Comes streaming in
Kick start for me
Meds are taken
Cup of tea

Pain to control
Its plain to see
Its not a stroll
Having pd

Focus on things
Which soothe the soul
Hope this brings
Lost parts to whole

Somehow,some way
With deep breath in
Get through each day
With cheeky grin

By Titan

Over,in a flash of confusion
Empty,an appointments intrusion
Discussion,well if its only one way
Controlled,we both had no say


Time slots,in the queue,in my mind
Rushed,feeling deaf ,dumb and blind
Thoughts,shouted down,sat detached
Wife,felt the same,how we matched


Hope,have no reason to live
A void,sucked dry of all i can give
Sat numb,now the end i can see
Catatonic,ultimate end now for me

By Lin

Raindrops on roses,
A bird in the sky,
A baby’s first smile,
A wink of his eye.
A snowflake caught deftly,
A web spun at dawn,
A tractor which chugs
As it cuts down the corn.
A feather which floats
In front of your eyes,
A present, an outing,
A lovely surprise.
The love that’s returned,
The words on his lips,
A space ship which roars,
An ice cream that drips.
Do you know what I mean?
Do I make myself clear?
Images strong,
No threat and no fear.
Steady and safe,
Pretty and kind,
Caring and peaceful,
Poetry you’ll find!

By Titan

Revealed
------------
The mirror urgent says it all
Transparency reveals an aching wall
Emptiness through nothing there
Piercing eyes caught in mid stare
Complicated repercussions
Mulling over past discussions
Language babel in the head
Resting only with the dead
Unfurl the cape hide underneath
Baring all through gritted teeth
Realising now at last this day
A lifetimes torment but can,t say
Just keep the sadness deep inside
Unmentionable do I try to hide
Large blades that glide across the skin
Opening up the pain within
Dark torrents flow with no remorse
Never faultering seeping in their source
Each beat relentless as a chime
In the head beat seconds time
Water torture to the Brain
Scream inside but feel no pain
Emotions empty as a fish
Cold black eyes unearthly wish
One day not ever unremit
Sit and realise this is it
A life which is a life no more
Revealed now washed out on the floor
The icing on a bitter cake
Is just about the last to take

The book now has thirty six A5 pages which is probably the most my stapler will manage. Perhaps I can try forty.
At the moment I need permission from angel4u, kyloe, old scarlett, pokermid, lorna and radar 47 to use/publish their work.
Thanks to those who have agreed.

Lin
xx

Hi Lin,
Have had a real busy time,plus am going away for the weekend,26th wedding anniversary(has a year really passed by since our 25th).Anyway,will leave you with a couple I have chosen and my thoughts before a leave in approx 1 hours time.
If Lornas poem is the "paint"one,then I am pleased that was chosen.I cannot make a decision on one of Marcels,they are so numerous and excellent.I hope you have included one or more of his.There are so many to choose,have only just began really.
I agree with yours and Bogmans choices of mine "Tango" choice and "revealed".You have asked for choices,but think,if it was me.I would try to consider one poem by all who have contributed in say the last year,with that particular poets agreement.That way,nobody gets left out.Maybe you have already done this.I just worry about peoples feelings being hurt if not included.
Anyway,will give you Two of my own I like,which are not too down or rambling.Plus,a couple of others.

Caress
Words Magical with Angelic tones,
Soft fabric traces left concealed
Spun spellbound woven tapestries
Lay hidden yet revealed

On harmonies harp sweet notes are stroked
Soft music lights the pages
Serenity cries in plaintive chords
Through complex interchanges

With words as lush as life itself
Born of pure conception
A flowing Waltz,a heartbeat skip
In Mitral valve reception

Those sad reflective Melodies
Tears tumble never cease
This gifted,learned Harpist bard
Plays silk caressed relief
Titan



Lost in the rough

Tufts of grass hidden forlorn and forgotten
A small ball all dimples and dew
No one could be bothered all beaten and trodden
Left behind when driven off cue

The swing was all wrong,the slice was amazing
Embedded the golf tee with force
The best players often play handicapped sometimes
Things unintentionally drifting off course

Still it sits there all lonely with nothing to say
Just counting its dimples for days
Many people ignoring or can they not see it
As days turn to weeks through a haze

Play still continues replaced by one new now
No longer any room in their thoughts
Lost in swing action still completely bunkered
Well that's what's written in club house reports

Nobody searched eyes transfixed on the green
Disreguarded when the going got tough
But this small dimpled object being tough and resilient
Shouts out loudly"enough is enough"

With light intermittent days pass by so slowly
Being lost for some considerable time
With shots ringing out and ducking for cover
To lie there so useless is just simply a crime

Trying so hard to get back on course
With the flag just a short putt away
Knocked completely for six by a wood swung in earnest
From a haze now thoughts return to the fray

Sunrise greets it again and again
People flit in and out on the green
Still this small little ball lies insignificant yet thinking
Correlating all that its seen

Then just like the swoosh,the wings of an Eagle
Kicked from hiding on a blustery day
A golfer in search of another misplacement
Thinks he has found his own ball gone astray

So now on fresh ground,a smooth velvet velour
With new strength and feeling quite buff
A slow measured putt sunk on hole number Nine
Found again now from lost in the rough

Titan


There is a letter in my pocket,
Creased in the middle, tattered at the edges.
Folded and unfolded too many times.
Over read!
Read over and over,
But never posted.
It was written today, yesterday,
And many yesterdays before,
Stretching back through emptiness and measured time.
I recall the struggle in its composition.
Seeking to describe the indescribable,
Finding long-forgotten words in clouds of grimy dust.
Each syllable, every sentence pulled from the air,
Grasped, scrutinised,
And finally, written, never to be rubbed out.
Every curve remains etched within those folded pages.
The contents?
You wish to know the contents?
Questions, accusations, expressions of anger,
Annoyance, impatience, irritation,
Words splashed with tears but their meaning clear to see.
Questions needing answers
Questions too hard to ask
For an answer impossible to bear.
Take it!
Take it out of my pocket!
Unfold with care and read,
Not just the words but beneath them too.
Turn them over, look carefully
The accusations lift,
Crawl away, their misery diluted
They disappear!
And no matter how many more times
That flimsy paper is unfolded or those searing words
Catch teardrops as they fall….
I find that my love
Is too deep
To be erased!

Lin

The next ones to be read as a set,a Trilogy

Once Again
----------

I was tired, I went to bed,
all those thoughts inside my head
So I got up again.

I sat awhile in the dark
and thought of you and that car park
So I wept again.

I got up and walked around
The World's the same but different
So I smiled again.

I was loved but now I feel numb
If I switch the light on she'll be gone
So I dream again.

I ask myself do I bore
she would say oh yes and much more
So I will shrink again.

I can hear our songs
The music tears at my insides
So I close my ears again

I have a wound, it will heal
It will take time, my love was real
So I will be, once again

(by Bogman)

Why!
----

Why did we do it, we must have been stoned crazy
To fall for each other at this time, really was amazing
But there always is a payback, further down the line
For a long time it was good, we ignored the danger signs

We took our stolen moments when and where we could
Driven mad by a passion my head just never understood
Ignoring common sense whilst risking all again and again
Waiting to be discovered oh the abject terror remains

You said that I was scared of what I would surely lose
In the next breath you would tell me, that I had to choose
I said I didn't’t want to and you labelled me as a schemer
But the truth is we were both naive and but stupid dreamers

For one last time we lay in bed stark naked as we wept
Holding you in my arms, in despair, as the silent city slept
We whispered through our tears of love, that we had to part
Too many to be hurt out there, ours are not the only hearts

(by Bogman)

THE LONG GOODBYE.
----------------
I know I can live without you because I did before we met
we had good times together and those I'll not regret

I suppose what really happened , there were too many lies
So we'll put some time between us until the pain subsides

You said you really loved me, so why did you treat me unkind
You moved on so quickly no look back at what was left behind

You cannot keep on doing this, it's irresponsible and wrong
Good hearts are precious , it's not just the words to a song

It feels like I am walking through a cloud that's made of pain
some would say that this kind of love is always made in vain

One minute we'd been laughing I'd read you a funny line
then I saw it in your eyes that refused to look in mine

This time I know it's over, that there's no way back to you
And even if I begged you'd still say that we are through

Though this old heart is broken and inside I'm beat and crying
i will always remember you and how once you took me flying.
THE REPLY
She stopped me then and said you’re not the only one crying here
How dare you say those things, you’re not the only one who cares
You got no God given rights, what if you had walked away?
I have to protect my children and listen to what they say.
Take heed now and listen, this love was never going anywhere
After all you are a married man you always came to me in fear
Please believe me it wasn’t easy but I was made to choose
It’s not as if a coin was flipped, heads I win, tails you lose.

(by Bogman)

These are my first choices,my heart guides me to them,there are many more to come,but the selecting is so hard.
All the best
Titan

I reckon that I have nearly finished the book except I want a poem from lily and I can't find it.

I am sure I have made some glaring omissions - please tell me who I have missed.
So far there are poems by posh bird, angel4u, annebernadette, marcel, BJS, titan, lin, bogman,turnip, pebble, radar47, old scarlett, pokermid, lorna and kyloe.
I need permission to use from the last five on that list.

At the moment, I am using the title 'Just Like Wearing Clown's Shoes' a line taken from one of Titan's poems.
Any better ideas?

Lin
xx

'Poems by Turnip and others?'
Are you planning to publish it in paper form? If you want a web version and there's anything I can do to help just ask.

Dear Lin,

I like very much a poem posted by pebble on 18th August 2011 "My Day Today".
I am afraid that my fingers cannot cope with typing it out, and ,despite consulting "Computers for Dummies", I still cannot get my head around this cutting/copying/pasting business,
I hope that it may be possible to include it and I know that you have pebble's permission.

Well done & good luck
AB

As far as I am concerned - the book is finished for now. There are 38/40 A5 pages.
One or two are empty waiting for people to give their consent.

I would really like everybody to write no more than two lines (I know it will be difficult)saying something about life with parkinson's. OR what a cure would mean to you. OR two lines of motivation/encouragement OR a dedication/prayer or similar.

Thanks

Lin
xx

Dear God,
Please let them find a cure before much longer
Parkinson's a pain and it's grip gets stronger!