POETRY

This is a selection of my favoutite poems that I have written, I hope you enjoy.

GOOD THINGS COME

Like the wind blows, Like the bird flies, Like the flower grows, Like the dog sighs. As the rain falls, As the sky stays, As the eagle calls, As the cat lays. When you try to run, When you try to hide, When you reflect what's done, When you knelt down and cried. The days pass by, The life grows short, The hope will die, The worst is thought. Strength, Courage, Pride, You will win.

THE ELEMENTS

It eats, It breaths, It reproduces. Mans best friend, And worst enimy, Spreading with other elements, Devouring everything it touches. Colours of hell, Angry to match, An animal that grows On it's prey. A fierce Tiger, An omonos force. Giver of warmth, Taker of life, Flickering with temprament, Snuffed like a rodent, Leaving death and destruction, To everything 'twas in it's way. Seething through, Every space, Thundering down, Trickling down, Cold and uncomfortable, Take breath away, Sickness to death, Thirst to life, Replenish the earth, Diamonds on roses, Harsh or soft. Along and down, Eliminating another element, And adding to another, Soothing from yet another. Growth and distruction, Life and death. Through tollerance of ire, And sprinkling of glee. Howling to the night, Forgetting a promis, Uprooting, Throwing, It is easily angered, Fear is so strong, As it twists it's eveil arm. Yet refreshes the oppressed, North, East, West and south, All directions, Care is impossible, A feather is lost, As to a leaf. Too gentle is a happy day, Charging with an element, Helping with another, Subtle spread of one, Yet out with ire, Too soft is the line. Parched and dry, Brittle and dead, Blemished is the skin, Blemished is the land, Cracked and arad, Nought a living thing, But a cactus. However, Wormth wild reward, For without it, There would not be another element, To help the grass grow, To help the rose bloom, All the insects have celebrated, With the magic of the one, Difference is night and day, But now they are the same, The moon shines on.

UPSET MOTHER

The uncertanty of the world, Lies with Mother, The giver of all, Mother Nature. From the smallest, To the largest, Pest to pet, Plant to animal, Tha balance is narrow, Too easy to throw, Upset Mother, Giver of all, Mother nature. From earth to flesh, Flesh back to earth, Balance is critique, Bad to disrupt, Worse to endevour, Father looks on creation, A tear in his eye, The folly of man doth prevail, The mushrooms, Guns, War, Too precious to destroy, But man doth not know, Mother is sick, unsettled, Alone, dying, Upset Mother, Mother nature.