Angela Wybrow Poems
|168.||The Perfect Granny||12/19/2013|
|177.||In The Dead Of Night||3/1/2014|
|178.||What You Mean To Me||3/9/2014|
|179.||Footprints In The Sand||3/11/2014|
|180.||Song Of The Seals||3/12/2014|
|182.||A Particular Taste||3/19/2014|
|184.||Hogmanay (English Version)||3/23/2014|
|185.||The Hub Of Humanity||4/6/2014|
|186.||That Old Familiar Feeling||5/12/2014|
|192.||Going For Gold||8/27/2014|
|193.||Passage From Trinidad||8/27/2014|
|194.||Queen Of The Social Scene||9/5/2014|
|197.||Upon Painted Wings||7/5/2014|
|200.||The Tale Of Tyneham||5/27/2014|
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A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...
Sometimes it felt like you were my only friend,
And I was so upset when it all came to an end.
When I heard the news that you had died,
I'll readily admit the fact that I cried.
Racing towards me, you didn't seem to have a second to spare.
It was almost like your life depended on you getting there.
Upon arrival at my feet, you'd promptly turn away from me,
So as I could stroke the fur on your back very gently.