Biography of Adrian Wait
What is life if full of care... and what life isn't?
Adrian Wait's Works:
Poems published in 17 anthologies
Adrian Wait Poems
Faith is the light of the next step Illuminating a way ahead, Without revealing the direction. Faith will sustain, and comfort
What is this feeling within my heart; Concealed by daylight hours, in a shroud of taut restraint. Winter evenings consume, yesterdays pursue me, Smiling, speaking, acting – I can cope, I can cope….
I Am My Brother’s Keeper
Son of my mother time of fear a friend time of adversity a brother time of laughter, a comrade
A New Leaf
There’s a new leaf upon the Tree A thousand, thousand have been before In the life of this great tree Yet, the Tree rejoices, and is glad
Is it possible? Can it be done? To capture Joy Loves smile begun
Shopping For Yesterday
Busy crowds, lonely hearts, broken dreams Shopping for yesterday. Visiting the shared moments, In all the familiar places
The Somme…..And Every Other Bloody Battl...
And the devil took the high ground And the Angels took the rest The Angels stood and waited Whilst the devil did his best
Early words Made up words First words Learning words
There are days of sun And days of rain Days of joy And Days of Pain
They sort to teach of things I knew Seeking to re-inform, and make anew They spoke of cabbages And of kings
Coventry In November
They say it was a Hunter’s moon The night the City died They say it was a hunter’s moon The day the people cried
Love Is Not Blind
Love is not Blind Yet some declare it so Love is not deaf Though many fail to know
Candle In The Dark
Plough a furrow leave your marks when bastards scar with their remarks They use a razer to slash at hope Build the gallows, provide the rope
Wishes And Dreams
Wishes and Dreams May these be yours For Our time Together I Thank You
What is this feeling within my heart;
Concealed by daylight hours, in a shroud of taut restraint.
Winter evenings consume, yesterdays pursue me,
Smiling, speaking, acting – I can cope, I can cope….
An injured heart bares healing in the nearness of love,
Yet love becomes frigid when winter sweeps in, I am alone.
The world is cold, my heart laments in fearful silence
Winter, winter, where are your friends? ,
Betrayed by the sheath of night, rejoicing in decay