Cheers To Love
The world must become a much better place
Where more people dwell with a smile on their face
Living together in kinship and peace
A world full of hope where joys never cease.
The world must become a much better place
Where more people dwell with a smile on their face
Living together in kinship and peace
A world full of hope where joys never cease.
It's time to embrace every culture,
One flock, one shepherd, one fold
Whatever our race, hue or faith
We're all made from the same mould.
in Dying Poems
When dementia creeps in through the back door,
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart,
Teachers proudly stand in front of the class
With knowledge and influence en masse,
Igniting a flame in curious minds
Proficiently as the lessons unwind.
God will paint rainbows in the sky
Once again for the world and I.
Signs that will tell us all is well,
Freedom from this grim living hell.
Dear Dinah,
I can't thank you enough. Your kind words have touched my heart. It's so nice to know the poets are being heard and read all over the world, that people like you are inspired by...
Dear Dinah,
I can't thank you enough. Your kind words have touched my heart. It's so nice to know the poets are being heard and read all over the world, that people like you are inspired by what you read. Life must have been difficult for you Dinah, yet you carry on regardless and have great faith; it shines from you. I am so pleased to have played a part, though small, in making your life a little brighter.
God bless you always, Beryl x
A truly wonderful tribute to your father expressing what loving parental care is all about.
Oh what fun, what a barnyard dance. Wonderful lively poetry, great literary imagery.
I really enjoyed the read and just know children will absolutely love this fabulous poem.
A beautiful tribute poem to your late wife Ann, brother John...
Then years is a very long time to journey all alone
When the love of your life's at rest in God's heavenly home
Familiar things bring memories of all you used to share
May they keep you going until you meet again up there.
An beautiful poem, brother John. Without our memory, what'd we do...
There's perfection in reflection
A glorious comeback
Where everything is beautiful
In memories of the past.