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Best Poems Written by Tim Kitchen

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The Seed (In the Beginning)

My father was a Poet in his bygone days
there were his ‘Ode to a Kite Hawk’ and poems on Indian ways.
He wrote of love for Mother and of David too
there were his words of Christian faith and a prayer or two.


When I used to know him before he sadly died
he would show his poems to me with modest pride.
But I was too young to see the light, of the seed he’d sown in me
at that time, I did not take to words of poetry.  


Then one late November day as I sat there in my room
I heard on the radio someone sing words to a classic tune.
My head was suddenly full of words running around in rhyme
could it be the seed he’d sown had found its harvest time?
 

Now, I’m just beginning, in this moment of time
to see if I can also write something down in Rhyme.
I’d like to think the way he wrote now lives inside of me
and I too can write some words in verse like him as poetry.

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I Remember

I remember as a young man dreaming of falling in love
my dreams were for a special girl made in heaven above
the kind of girl you come by only once in a while
then she walked into my life with her precious smile.


I remember when I first saw her in the middle of the room
next to the dance hall, where we’d dance our love tune
and when we became friends how it was never enough
as I had already fallen in love.


I remember how she smiled when she danced a certain way
and when we became a couple, one September day
I had at last got something in my life so right
I could hold her in my arms, not just in my dreams at night.


I remember when we were married, how it rained and rained all day
but we did not let it spoil our very special day,
I looked back down the aisle, as she came to me dressed in white
and was greeted by her smile, shining through her veil so bright.


I remember how much I loved her, so glad that she was mine,
I remember I gave a promise to love her for all time.
I remember and I will, for no one could love her more
and I’ll hold her in this heart of mine, for now and evermore.

(Marriage)

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A Coin For My Pocket

A coin for my pocket sir
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad 
we beg on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea? 

A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven’t got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?

Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
Got a lot of coins today
from fooling who we meet.
They give us their money
in the old marketplace.
Taking pity on my sister
with her grubby little face.

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The Morris Minor Man (My First Ever Poem)

The Morris Minor Man.


He was the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce
I went with him to buy one
a green one was his choice
he could have had a Vauxhall
he could have had a Ford
but not the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce.


He started with a Land Rover
and had a Scimitar too
he even had a Skoda
and went to number two!
I used to pull his leg for that
and he didn’t seem to mind
but when the Morris Minor came
that really was a find.



He was the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce
he went and bought another one
to accompany the first
he could have brought home anything
but nothing else would do
that’s why the Morris Minor Man
went after number two.


He worked on them so carefully
as he chased round after parts
and when he was successful
it cheered his family’s hearts
for when they got to know those cars
they loved them, I could tell
could it be they had become
Minor fans as well!

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A Lifetime Together

How quickly the time has passed
since the day you became my wife.
After all this time it feels as though
we’ve been together all of my life.
They have been mostly good years
the difficulties have been few.
And the best thing I have ever done
is to fall in love with you. 

Now we have reached a special time
a celebration of a lifetime together.
We just want our life and love
 to go on and just last forever.
You know how much I love you
and what you mean to me.   
So I just want to wish you now   
a happy anniversary.

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A Friend In Me

I see a loneliness in your eyes
and I don’t know what to do
I know you’d like to be different 
but then you wouldn’t be you.
You just want to be the same      
as your friend’s appear to be 
but you need never feel alone
when you have a friend in me.

Sometimes when we’re together
I see the sunshine in your face
then something takes your mind
to a different and darker place.
Perhaps I say something wrong
or maybe it’s other things too
but if you talk to me, I will listen
and bring the sunlight back to you.

It’s not easy at eight years old
to have worries like you do 
you feel different to all of us
but mostly we’re just like you. 
So don’t you hide from your life
just live it the best you can do
and if I'm near, let my smile
find the happiness there in you.

(for my granddaughter who has aspergers syndrome)

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Long Blonde Hair and Eyes of Blue

The doctor had said she looked tired today
the tests had shown, it wouldn’t go away
her looks might go, her living could too
how would she cope, what could she do
she was late arriving for the photo shoot
in her tight blue jeans and high heel boots
the make up artist did her thing
and soon she was ready for anything.

She looked so good as the flash gun fired
with her make up on, she no longer looked tired
the photographer told her what to do
with her long blonde hair and eyes of blue
she knew how to seduce the camera lens
each exposure was her latest friend
it was clear to see she photographed well
even though she just felt like hell.

She knew how to grace a magazine cover
knowing how to look, more than any other
often she would be, the centrefold
in a magazine, that was never under sold
she still always had that look in her eye
even when she wanted, to just sit down and cry
Something had to give, something had to change
it was clear to see, things couldn’t stay the same.

But that was then and this is now
there’s always a way to survive somehow
gone are the looks that brought her fame
but she earns her living, just the same
now she works as a photographer herself
taking pictures for the magazine shelves
and she knows what to tell the girls to do
with their long blonde hair and eyes of blue.

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The Wedding Poem

Just to be happy is all you need 
not dreams of ambition or desire to succeed.	

Just to be happy always caring and kind
with love in your heart and peace in your mind.

Just to be happy in a warm embrace
no need to be cool or win any race.

Just to be happy no grey skies above
the sun always shining down on your love.

Just to be happy your whole life through 
Sharing true love, the way that you do.

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The Christmas Box.

Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
              and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
              He could see the lights from the tree, as he skipped his way down the hall
              it was Christmas day, many years ago and Father Christmas had made his call.
              And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
              it was full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks!




              The biggest present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train  
              and an Airfix kit for him to build a Lancaster aeroplane.           
              Also there to his delight, was a holster with a toy silver gun
              and some favourite Dinky Toys, for him to have some fun.
              It was definitely going to be a time, to play and play all day,
              and later, when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away. 



              
              He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
              he took off his shoes and climbed into it, wearing his new football socks.
              In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
              looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
              He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
              A cardboard box had turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!

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I Still Love You

Silver shines in my hair and life is a little slower
I see my reflection everywhere and I see I’m getting older.
But I still love you just like before
when I was a younger man waiting at your door
for you to greet me with a kiss and a smile
and just to be with you, for a little while.




Life is now a slow dance, no more quick-step for me
don’t think I’d manage a Tango, a slow waltz it must be.
But I still love you just like before
when I was a younger man on the dance floor
with you in my arms and the music in my ear
young and in love, with the one I held near.




As I get older, there are things that are harder to do
but there is nothing easier than being in love with you.
And I still love you just like before
when I was a younger man just wanting you more
And the future to always be a life of you and me
For there just isn‘t a better place to be.