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The Whisper

As I sat at my computer, wondering what to do,
A whisper in my ear said, I have a job for you.
Startled I looked around but no-one was there,
I was alone in the still of the night.

I recalled my wife told me of Samuel, 
A prophet back in biblical times,
I felt foolish, knowing what I had to do,
I was alone and simply said, God, is that you?

I am who I am the whisper came back, 
And I have a job for you
I have looked at your life through your veil of tears,
And have decided just what to do.

Are you God? I asked, hardly daring to breathe,
If so then I've something to say.
Why has my life been so hard to live? 
I've struggled right up to this day.

I've been kicked and beaten, left battered and bruised,
Laughed at, spat at, abused and accused.
Each time I have tried to better myself all these years,
It's ended in sorrow, no laughter, just tears.

God, have you seen my distress from the start?
Why didn't you help stop a breaking heart?
I love you much and have never left you alone,
Through your trials and pain I see you have grown.

I have watched and waited for many years,
I have carried you long through your veil of tears,
The strength you have now is through My love,
Protected and guided by Me up above.

Remember the times when life looked so bleak,
Times when death was all you would seek.
No signs for the future, just lay down and die,
Who helped you My son? It was I.

You have asked many times why can't we move on?
Each time we were stopped, to help out someone.
Just when we thought it was safe now to try,
Someone else came along and on us did rely.

There are many I love and will never let down,
So I trained you My son through your years of despair.
When folk needed help, I knew you were there,
Sometimes just a shoulder to show that you care.

You have done many things, the world cares not a jot,
Your faults are forgiven, I remember them not.
When you work for the Lord sometimes you may stumble,
I will not let you fall if you remain humble.

Thank you Father for letting me see,
The wonderful life you have planned for me,
The journey is long, and hard every day,
But through it all I have learned how  to pray.

I'll follow You Lord, Your path I will tread,
My future secure, no longer I dread.
No fear for tomorrow, each brand new day,
To help someone else to move on their way.

© Dave Timperley 2012


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Nag Nag Nag

God made Adam out of the clay,
A friend for walks in the cool of the day.
Eden was all that Adam had to tend,
But God decided he needed a friend.

From Adams rib, God did conceive,
A companion for him who He called Eve.
How long he walked with God we do not know,
But it was a good life without sorrow.

But this all came to an abrupt end,
On that morning Eve he did comprehend.
For from the moment she was activated,
Adam's life was aggravated.

Each day became an infernal drag,
Because all she did was NAG, NAG, NAG.
The grass is too green, the flowers too bright,
And where do you go in the cool of the night?

Where do I go when I want a chat?
I've got no friends, did you think of that?
You've got a job, God did you proud,
All I get told is, don't touch that, it's not allowed.

I'm going to leave, with nothing to put in a bag.
Adam said yes, please go, then no more NAG, NAG, NAG..

© Dave Timperley 2013


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God is my Dad

I love my God, He is my Dad,
I didn't know Him when I was a lad.
Given a penny to take to church,
Spent the penny left God in the lurch.
Went through life doing no-one ill
Still not doing the Masters will.
Married had kids, all well and good,
Still no church but knowing I should.
Then came trouble, children rebelling,
Bills through the door threats compelling.
Future looks bleak, nowhere to turn,
Heading for hell, I don't want to burn.
Cried out to God, I need your help.
Sorry  for being an irreverent whelp.
God answered my call as only He could,
He said honour me, I said I would.
My life turned around, got better each day,
For the good things in life, I just pray.

© Dave Timperley 2012
 


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Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


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Childhood

Run barefoot thro' the park,
Dare to stay out after dark.
Kick up a storm of Autumn leaves,
Watch the birds nest in the eaves.

Go skinny dipping in the brook,
Climb a tree to test your pluck.
Race thro' woods in dead of night,
Look for fairies in pale moonlight.

Watch the trains thunder down the track,
See the smoke belch from its stack.
Peer down the dark tunnel up ahead,
Here there be dragons we fear and dread.

Witches fly across the moon,
Casting spells riding on a broom.
Don't let them see or lest you'll be,
Turned into a toad for all to see.

Run fast, run fast,
Get home at last.
Ragged breath from heaving chest,
Safe and sound at mothers breast.

Happy now, sat by her chair,
Your not a meal in the dragons lair.
Boys and girls play out at night,
Trying to be brave but full of fright

Mother has called me in for bed,
A welcome drink and toasted bread.
It's the end of the day,
For a sleepy head.

© Dave Timperley 2012


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Drifting

I'm drifting  Lord, I'm all at sea,
You came along and uplifted me,
No rudder Lord, i'm feeling shallow,
Lord, be my guide and I will follow.

I'm drifting Lord, I'm all at sea, 
Lord I pray,come, rescue me,
Alone was I to sit and cry,
You gave comfort by and by.

The world's so big, so cold and cruel,
Your love to me is lifegiving fuel.
When I am feeling close to You,
My world is safe and warm and true.

Friend, if you are feeling low today,
just get  on your knees and pray.
You'll be amazed that when you do,
You'll find the Jesus Way is true.

© Dave Timperley 2012


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Working in The Hospice

To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.

Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.

Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.

Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.

Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.

A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.

©  Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014


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Let me go

When my time on earth is over,
And the end of the road is reached,
I have no room for a gloom filled room,
I'll be happy, for God I have reached.

Miss me a little, but not too much,
And not with remorse in your heart,
Remember the love that we shared,
Yes , miss me, but let me depart.

It's part of God's plan, the road I am on,
We all in turn must travel alone,
Our Father decides the time and the place,
From where He calls us home.

So, when you feel lost and sad in your heart,
Turn to friends that you trust and know,
Leave your sorrows behind, they do you no good,
For your sake, just miss me, but please, let me go.

© Dave Timperley  2011


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My Friend Mick

I called him a Southern Jessie,
He called me a Northern Git.
We met at work years ago,
Our friendship an instant hit.

He went to the Lord on Friday,
Leaving Marion and the Boys.
He also left a friend behind,
Guess he didn't have a choice.

He leaves me with a Mick shaped hole,
That no one will ever fill
He encouraged me with his criticism, 
And respected mine of his.

I looked forward to reading his work, 
His mind took twists and turns.
He never had a bad word to say,
I'll miss him  from this day.

Mick, you were a good friend,
You will always be a good memory.
Rest in Peace.

© Dave Timperley June 2012


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Never had a way with words

Never had a way with words, no matter how I tried,
Each time I met a girl I became tongue tied.
In my mind I had it sorted, knew exactly what to say,
But as I tried to speak, I knew I had lost the day.

The opportunity was often there, of that there was no doubt,
But the bit twix brain and lip, stopped words from coming out.
Maybe if I was good looking, an athletic sort of guy,
They would see me differently, I wouldn't have to try.

But when I was a lad of seventeen, six foot, thin, with spec's on,
The army taught me how to fight, girls, they made me numb with fright.
T'was many years before I met the girl who was for me,
Love at first sight, an old cliche, was very true for me.

She untied my tongue, gave me a song, I was weak but she was strong,
I loved her then and love her still, a union made by Gods own will.
Family looked and sneers were passed, they said it wouldn't last,
How wrong they were, we're together still, more than forty years have passed

© Dave Timperley 2013


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