That Boy Poems
|3.||Sound Of Silence||5/4/2009|
|4.||Haiku Race 1||7/4/2009|
|5.||Bowl Of Scouse||7/4/2009|
|7.||The Folders Of Life||2/5/2010|
|10.||A Lesson In Rhyme||3/18/2009|
|12.||Jack Of The Jungle||4/14/2009|
|16.||The Park Of Birkenhead||3/15/2009|
|17.||A Soul To The Heavens||3/28/2009|
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A Soul To The Heavens
As I go bare foot across the beach,
I see a grain of sand.
A man comes forth as if to teach,
And quickly grabs my hand.
“Don’t touch the sand” his old mouth said,
“It’s precious around here, ”
I saw his cheeks were sore and red,
His words echoed in my ear,
“Don’t touch the sand? ”
I wondered why?
The man lay flat,
As if to die.
He snuggled up to the wind on the floor,
This was nothing I’d ever seen before.
“My wife was here” he said to me,
“So many years before, ”
“She died on this spot” he said to me,
“To the heavens she did ...
A Lesson In Rhyme
In my house, I can see,
Pictures of my sister and me.
I walk into my hall, and I can see,
The kitchen were we should have tea.
Tea in the front room, were we watch T.V,
Whilst I sit and write, for people to see.
This isn’t a Haiku or a Horatian Ode,
This is how I write and the way I was told.
You start with a word or rhythmic phrase,