Tim Kitchen
Tim Kitchen Poems
Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed
don’t listen to the sound of the bombs nearby
just close your eyes and try not to cry
and let your brother sing you a lullaby.
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Faith.
My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
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The poet still writes, the singer still sings
of love, romance and passionate things.
Yet intimate strangers you are today
standing close but seeming far away.
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An old man sits on a churchyard bench
with his memories of times long ago.
When he was the Vicar of the church
and the people he’d come to know.
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Is my Mother with the angels
in her heavenly seat.
And does she watch over me
with angels at her feet.
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Christmas is always special
with sounds of a yuletide song.
But so many Christmas Days
have sadly come and gone.
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Where Wild Flowers Grow.
Children playing in the evening sun
running around, just having fun.
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Your treatment is done
you will soon be home.
Just take it easy now
and be sure to phone.
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As I begin my usual walk, a teenage boy is standing there
I try not to catch his glance and I know I must not stare.
He has an evil look in his eyes, or maybe it's just fear
or is his young head the victim of, too much under age beer.
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You were always there to welcome me, if I came to call
and I'd reach out to touch you, as you sat there in the hall.
Happiness was yours, just watching the children play
just like sleeping and eating, an important part of your day.
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It was on my regular walk, when I first saw her
with her beautiful red hair, flowing in the breeze.
A lovely young girl, in her teens
always happy to smile at me
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Just to be happy is all I need
no dreams of ambition or desire to deceive.
Just to be happy with you by my side
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Now they don’t want me, now they don’t care
might just as well go back to bed, up those wooden stairs.
They took it all away from me, everything I knew
now it’s all gone and there’s nothing I can do.
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A little boy sits in a prison cell
in a land across the sea
everyone knows he is innocent
but nobody sets him free.
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Just to be happy is all you need
not dreams of ambition or desire to succeed.
Just to be happy always caring and kind
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Children snuggled up in their beds
trying to rest those sleepy heads.
Listening out for sleigh bell noise
as Santa delivers Christmas toys.
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As Alice arrives at the Hospital door
a couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.
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Hearing footsteps on the staircase
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
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See the car parks
with their shiny new cars,
next to the sparkling new sports arena
and the smiling children,
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Tim Kitchen Biography
It was certainly a new experience for me when I first started writing Poetry. I remember my father Fred Kitchen had written numerous poems, so maybe it’s in my genes. I certainly was not a person who appreciated poetry at all, to be honest. However, I do take a lot of pleasure from listening to and reading the lyrics of songs. I will never be a Wordsworth or a Taupin but none of us should be afraid of just being ourselves and doing things our own way. I think this love of lyrics has influenced my preference for rhyme. Although I didn’t actually start writing poetry until well into middle age, it has certainly given me a fulfilment I would never have thought possible. My inspiration comes from a variety of directions but it would be wrong of me to offer too much explanation. I believe people read a poem or listen to the words of a song and relate to it in their own way. My poems had not been read outside of my own family and I thought they might not be good enough to be honest, for me to go public with them. But I took the plunge and decided to go public via the internet. My wife had shown me an advert in a local paper for submissions to an online poetry magazine. It resulted in two of my poems being published and me receiving some confidence boosting encouragement. Making me realize my poems might actually be worth reading. So I started using poetry websites and at last I’m being read and accepted as a poet. At the same time I’m now enjoying poetry written by other like minded people. Tim)
The Best Poem Of Tim Kitchen
War Child
Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed
don’t listen to the sound of the bombs nearby
just close your eyes and try not to cry
and let your brother sing you a lullaby.
And don’t listen to the noise of the guns
as the bullets flash by your door, don’t cry
just think of the peace found in sleep
while your brother sings you a lullaby.
Little girl, as you sleep in your bed
when you dream, try not to dream of the day
when soldiers came with their guns
and took your father away.
And when you wake up to a new day
looking for the sun, through the dust and smoke
try to find some hope in that terrible place
as you and your brother strive to cope.
Little girl, war is the world of grown ups
and there is nothing you can do
even if you tell them of your fear and sorrow
no one will listen to you.
But when the war is over and done
and you no longer hear an exploding shell
maybe your young life will be a better place
more like Heaven and less like Hell.
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