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
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
an'd where the waters meet you'll find my peace a rested so deep as in a winters home retreat No shadow no fear accompanies me there no loss or un wise words of -
Site manager, whom story fell
Of a beautiful castle of old
The stories she could tell
Of pain in life she'd hold
Then one night when all alone
Into the chapel she crept
To pray now for, relief, her own
From pain in life she wept