Black Christmas

The black Christmas tree

Stands six feet tall 

Like a symbol of morbid

warning

The faded stained advent calendar 

Displays the number  twenty four

Christmas day is dawning

The limp lifeless tinsel

Looks old, tired, and worn

The broken tree decorations 

All shabby and torn

The table is laid

Displaying a gristly feast

One for the maggots to enjoy at least

Half empty wine  glasses 

Of red vintage wine

Back in the day they knew how to dine

Remains of discoloured party hats

Half pulled crackers

Could this Christmas scene 

Become any blacker?

Battered and broken toys

Lay strewn on the floor

Disillusioned children 

Not wanting to play with them anymore 

White Christmas  appears

On the television screen 

Bing Crosby singing

Looking warped and obscene 

The radio blares out silent night

The dark angel on top of the Christmas tree

Suddenly takes flight 

The mobile phone alarm 

Rings out a sombre tune

Black Christmas has arrived 

Not a moment too soon

your Headstone

Your headstone stands proud

New and calming 

Silk roses shine in the hot sun

The beautiful words of our memories of you

Stand out beautiful and wise

The birds glide gracefully 

Through the light blue summer skies

The July heat the buzzing bee's 

Ladybirds, wild flowers 

As I sit here talking to you

For what seems like hours and hours

The stillness and calmness 

Peace and tranquility 

The nearness of you

As I sit here knowing you are

Watching over everything I do

on The Path To you

Walking on the path to see you

Is one I sadly take

Thinking of all the  memories you and I

Will never get to make

Wild colourful flowers adorn

The path I  take to see you

Birds flying gracefully 

Chirping my way to you

The sun blazes down

Upon your place of rest

As I  sit here talking to you

Mum you were the best

No words can describe  how much I truly  miss you

Just to be able to hug you again

Just to be able to kiss you

It doesn't seem right

That your no longer here

As I sit here at your grave side

Shedding many a tear.

Paradise

You make your own paradise 

Or so they all do say

You decide your chosen path

You control your night and day

It's  not all about  sun sea, and sand

Or a overflowing  bank account

With several  hundred grand

Paradise is not some island far away 

Where worries go and fade away

Paradise is what you yourself make it

Situations, life, and how you take it

Your own destiny 

Your own time to spend

Life is on your side

Let life be your friend 

Mother's Day Without You

Mother's day without you

Is so very hard

Purchasing some flowers and a lovely card

Placing them on your grave 

Wishing you were still here

Always in our in hearts and minds

I know your always near

Miss you very much mum

Happy mother's day xxxxx

Unadulterated Raves

No noisey  unadulterated Raves

Big black crows 

Resting on tranquil graves

Only sombre sounds  full the air

Majestic magpies glide with  care

A pheasant  struts in between the graves

King of the birds

The crows and magpies 

All his unwilling  slaves

Calmness prevails

In a sea of morbid solitude 

Souls laid to rest

Away from the loudness of the world 

At peace.At one

The Dragonfly

The Dragonfly gracefully glides

Like a beautiful ballerina 

Commanding the stage 

Her delicate wings

The finest of things

The Dragonfly, green and blue

The relaxing noise too

Elegantly landing on the lily pad 

The landscape so serene 

The canal barges are calm and still

A small waterfall trickles white foam

Sparkling,  captivating 

Tranquility likes to frill 

A small dog barks with  excitement 

As a ball is thrown aimlessly into the air

The Dragonfly  glides to a safer location 

Not yet knowing  where?

Rushing Around

Rushing around, rushing around 

Trying to keep  my feet on the ground 

Wait a minute...

What's that sound?

The sound of time ticking  away

Jack was dull

Never had time to play

Rushing around,  rushing around

Stop and take in the view 

Time waits for no man

What's a girl to do?

Rushing around,rushing around 

Smell  the flowers, swim in the sea

Make time

To be who you want to be

Life is too short  for anything else

Enjoy it whilst you can

Live a little, smile and breathe 

Make it your biggest plan.....

Missing You

This unbelievable empty feeling 

In complete limbo, lost

Looking through the wrong end of the periscope 

Surreal, stuck in some screwed up

Horror film

With only one predictable ending

Not in Kansas anymore 

No rabbit hole, no wonderland

Just a place they call limbo 

Never ending circles

Of mixed up emotions 

Spiralling out of place

Waking up with a start

In the middle of the night

Having just seen  your face

Searching for answers 

Hard to find

In a world they call limbo

Left behind.....

The Weeping Willow

The weeping willow stands alone 

Vibrant green and lush

The weeping willow is silent 

Hush, hush, hush

The weeping  willow weeps no more

The weeping willow is keeping  score

Like a new brides long train

A masked veil

Hanging down, a beauty within

Setting sail on a journey  unknown 

The weeping willow crouching, never slouching

No tears on his pillow

Only soft fluffy clouds 

That billow

A parachute  has gone askew 

Intertwined  in the tangled branches 

Parachute  all limp and torn

The occupant all lost and forlorn 

With nobody there to mourn

The weeping  willow  gently  sighs

As the ominous clouds

Command the bright blue skies

Mum

Mum, our hearts are all broken 

Now that you have left us all behind

You were the best mum in the world

So loving, thoughtful, and kind

It doesn't seem real

It doesn't seem  true

It's  going to be so hard for us all

Carrying on without you

The best wife, mum, grandma 

We could of ever asked for

Our only consolation 

Is your not struggling  anymore

Mum, we all love and miss you so very much

You are at peace  now mum

Always in our hearts and thoughts forever 

Bright Blue Skies

Bright blue Skies

White fluffy clouds

Proud seagull perched on chimney pot

Awaiting his mate, his partner in crime

The tabby cat silently observes

From the safety of the window sill

The seagull  swoops down 

Calling to his mate

"Hurry up Hurry  up, don't  be late"

The tabby cat shuffles

Adjusts his stance

Ready for action, ready to prance

The white fluffy clouds 

Fade to grey

The pompous seagull flies away

Off to find his partner in  crime

The chimney pot vacant once more

The cat spots a small dog

Walking by....

Maybe this time.....