Biography of duncan wyllie
Someone who has been in so much trouble in the past, someone who realised only when he was at the very bottom that there was a rope and that it wasn't there to hang him, but to be climbed
duncan wyllie's Works:
Oh What A Tangled Web
duncan wyllie Poems
Keep Your Aim In Sight
He stood there with the force, Of heavens strength around Face of child, with true light, Upon this rocky ground
How Many Knocks?
A moment of quiet, in this frozen house, Breathe it in, while you can. He's coming back at about 4: 05pm, To punish, an innocent lamb.
Chocolates And Tears And Crazy Years
What about tonight I said? The big box in the window My mum is short on money again I feel that it's a sin though
Two Beautiful Flowers
I saw you yesterday with that brave smile on your face, and it cut I tried to look your way with a reassuring smile, but still it cut into me Both of us now, you with the tears fought back, me with a heart that could so easily crack, as I saw you yesterday with that brave look upon your face
The Prayer Of St Francis Of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith;
* Children *
Every pulse of life That melts into a heart Brings forth a love that's true, A Child's new birth
Site manager, whom story fell Of a beautiful castle of old The stories she could tell Of pain in life she'd hold
The Beech Tree
This beauty that stands before me Unchallenged by the light of day Or the four winds that surround her For she has stood her own for so long
Kym's Fantastic Bombastic (Haiku's)
That monkey's swinging, In the branches way up high, Then he waves goodbye.
I went to the shop, To buy some nice yellow paint, For my living room.
Solid as rock, Six feet or more Punch like a hammer that Never would fall Scars like a trellis
Tommy By (Gina Maria Ann Lux) Or Mum Fo...
The Children were playing On a hot summers day In a field near the river Among sweet smelling hay
I Am Ordinary
I Am Ordinary I have no great skill For I am not a learned man
A friend, A true friend does not forget, So there was she, over the tumbling years
Two Beautiful Flowers
I saw you yesterday with that brave smile on your face, and it cut
I tried to look your way with a reassuring smile, but still it cut into me
Both of us now, you with the tears fought back, me with a heart that could so easily crack, as I saw you yesterday with that brave look upon your face
I shall miss you, in ways that I may never find easy to say
And I will cry from a very deep part of me inside
But like the phoenix, though mythical in story
In truth, a simile, I cannot hide