Bernard Shaw Poems
|1.||A Cross At The Front.||10/27/2003|
|4.||A New Start.||10/14/2003|
|5.||A Poem A Day.||10/18/2003|
|7.||An Evening Out.||11/1/2003|
|22.||Derby And Joan.||10/18/2003|
|24.||Do Not Grieve.||10/10/2003|
|25.||Eclipse.11 August 1999.||11/5/2003|
|39.||Hills And Dales.||11/1/2003|
Have you ever had that feeling?
That you are completely lost.
Your mind and senses reeling,
As in a dark foreboding frost.
Nothing but nothing is as it seems,
Words like phantoms come and go.
It is as if all the bizarre dreams,
Have turned your brain to snow.
The ticking of the mantelpiece clock,
Cuts the silence like a knife.
Your mind is in a mysterious block,
You ask yourself is this my life.
Perhaps I am just getting old,
Brain and body gone to pot,
Where are the times that I was bold,
And my brain could solve every plot.
The nicest town I have ever seen,
Is small compact and ever so clean.
Elizabethan houses built long years ago,
They had gracefully aged ever so slow.
Oak beams held the thatched roofs of straw,
One of the prettiest sights I ever saw.
A Pub named after a Horse and Plough,
Is the main attraction both then and now.
Beer is sold in a bright atmosphere,