I thought I would add a little poetry in my blog, this one I posted In the Witches Vox and at present has had 674 views, and was one of the top poems viewed.

 
From Memories Past

Looking out across the ocean, looking out across the sea
Looking for your loved one, that loved one is me.
A ship sails past the harbour and you run down to your door,
like you have done so many times so many times before.
But far across the ocean far across the sea in a place we fort for
called Gallipoli.

Hundreds of crosses that all look the same,
Hundreds grave stones some without a name.
In one of these do I lie, for in the fields did I die.
I wish you were by my side, to and comforted me as I died

You take my tarnish photo and hold it close to your heart,
you rest back in your easy chair, remembering the day we did depart.
Once again you quietly weep as your soul drifts off to sleep
For that finial time,

In the light you come to me, I hold in my arms
I feel your spirit is so gentle, peaceful and calm
As I look into your eyes, no more do you cry
I hold you and kiss you I can tell you forever,
I love you

By WhiteHeart aka Ban-Croih

Loneliness

Loneliness holds the hurt deep inside
For my horizons dry and wide
Like the drought that holds the land
My life is nothing more than sand

No water here to quench my thirst
Empty mail box kicked and cursed
Broken fences and broken home
A broken man sit's all alone

Wallet empty no way out
Too far gone to hear you shout
No friends to hold you close
Remember what you treasure most

You pray for rain as crows circle in
Watching, waiting for you to take that sin
To take your life and just give in
But your will is far to great
To much love to give to hate

No matter how dry the future  holds
There is someone with a heart of gold
Waiting for someone just like you
To hold you, cuddle you, see you through

Just waiting for the moment to be right
It maybe next week, next month or tonight
Never give up on what life gives
Take a chance and learn to live

Mick aka ban- croih

If

Imagine a time before 'time'...

When the day was not yet divided into hours, minutes and seconds...

When time was shaped by the sun, moon and stars

Imagine what the mind would see, how new every thing would be

How innocent like a new born child to what's shining above glowing free.

Imagine what man and woman would have seen,

Upon this earth when it was so fresh and clean.

And mystery was still abound in every story and childhoods dreams

With faerie folk and unicorns and Dragons tails to tell.

And wise folk could fix your ails and forest moss would grow so well

And in the woods are herbs of every shape and kind

For flowered essences fill the air and clear up the mind.

Some time I think these things are not a dream, but just a forgotten realm

And wars and greed have made us live and die in this forgotten hell