Growing up in govan as a wain
We didny have much in they days
But we'd wid never complain .
We were happy way wat Yeh geed
Nae body gret or yed get a slap on the heid.
Aw the games we aw used to play
Up n doon the street
We're aw the maws wid gather up n meet.
Gossiping gossip aw day long
N still be gabbing till the next morn.
Wed make wee dens down in the ally
Tin cans on out feet so we'd walk silly.
Play kick the can n one man hunt
And brittish bulldog doon the front.
Our kids now dont no how to play
Way too many computers n their
Hitec ways .
Categories:
gret, childhood,
Form: ABC
Saw your face again in a photo from the past.
That was four years ago and it would never last.
Some sort of spell, that you must have cast
What a rain drenched Summer.
You danced in clubs, I was deep into the blues.
You were always smiling, even with bad news.
I guess I helped you but we don’t talk anymore
A bittersweet feeling.
You made me
into
the man I am today
if that’s something you re-gret
okay.
When you were gone, I didn’t think much.
Tried to make an effort but never kept in touch.
I thought you liked me but it was all a front
Quite a poor decision
Tell me please
What’s your motivation?
To fake a love like this.
If you were trying to aim for the bullseye babe
the arrow missed
the arrow missed.
Left me empty handed
as I’d been left before
but empty hands have room
to do more.
Categories:
gret, emotions, inspiration, me, muse,
Form: Free verse
My Eyes Saw Autumn
My eyes saw autumn
in bloodshot reds,
And golden visions
of plumped straw beds,
Like the falling seeds
on leafmould willows
My eyes fluttered dim
upon lichen pillows.
And there, my love
in dreams of spring
A rainbow did intrude
and lovebirds did sing,
'Twas a mocking dream,
a trick of the light,
That danced like shadows
on eyes shut tight,
Like strangers passing
between fate and will,
Where your body writhed
and time stood still.
My eyes saw beauty,
your face aglow,
Like a glistening footprint
in virgin snow,
Like a winter's kiss
where lovers tell
Of that chilly night
when they bid farewell.
And then, my love,
in summer hues
Of blinding yellows
and brutal blues,
I Tore my eyes
from where you wend
And in that moment
the dream did end.
The morning gret me,
the sun barely shone,
My eyes saw autumn
and you were gone.
Categories:
gret, autumn, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme