My Poems

Where Are You Now?

2007-12-11T10:02:00.000-08:00

You were always there when I was happy,
I always found you when the sun was shining.
You always took my hand when I wanted to dance.
You never turned your back when life was good.
You ran to me when I was laughing at the wind.
You brushed my wings, and helped to fly so high.
You never left when I was giving all I had.
You were always by my side when paradise was close,
And you stood by me when the storms were far away.

But where have you been when I lost my way?
I couldn't see you when the rain fell down.
You weren't there when I was broken and torn apart.
Where were you when the life within was fading away?
I reached out and found nothing when I was falling.
My wings were broken but you just turned your back.
Where did you go when my laughter turned to tears?
Why weren't you there when I was lonely and sad?
Where have you been when all my dreams fell apart?

And now the thunder is slowly fading to nothing.
The sun is coming through the clouds, pain is vanishing,
And soon I will be standing on my own feet again.
And I look back, and see you in the distant past,
And I could leave you there - a memory of long ago.
So why do I still see your face in my dreams?
And why does my head scream your name all the time?
Why do I still ask myself where are you now...?

[23rd March, 2003]

That's What Friends Are For

2007-12-11T09:50:00.000-08:00

She was my friend, and she was always there,
She would always come around when I called her name.
If things went wrong, she would always take my hand
And with a smile, she would tell me to try again.

Everywhere I looked, she was always there for me,
She lit up my day with her innocent smile.
She shared my tears, my pain and my hapiness,
She helped me through the dark, and stood with me in the light.

And every time I thought that she had no more to give,
She would come to my rescue, giving me more.
She gave me so much that I could ever give back.
When I asked her, she said, "That's what friends are for."

But it never crossed my mind that this won't last forever,
That someday the time would come, one of us would leave.
And now I'm alone in this world so grey and cold,
I don't have my friend by my side, there's only me.

But I know deep in my heart, she is never far away,
She still comes around when I call her name.
When I'm feeling down, she still takes me to the light,
She is still there for me to help me ease my pain.

So now I bring her flowers whenever I can,
I know that she is still the one that opens the door,
All I can do is pray for her, and even though she's gone,
It's all I do each day, 'cos that's what friends are for.

(17th March, 2000)

This poem was written on the birthday of my best friend who passed on to a better life on the 27th July, 1998, when she was only 17.

SUNDAY MORNING

2007-11-28T12:30:00.000-08:00

I have grown up, I have changed my style
But all the boys I've loved before you came
Are still a part of me, and will always be.
You have changed me in ways that I cannot explain.
You have shattered my every belief, my every rule.
I've met you one night, we were just two strangers in a bar.
Then I saw that electric look in your eyes,
And something inside me screamed, fireworks went off.
Who knows if we had met when I was a little girl,
When all I had were innocent dreams of paradise?
But now things have changed - I have met you.
Nothing is real anymore - lies are the game that we play,
A dangerous game that we both play very well,
And it will never end, no one will ever win.
Because all that we do is to play in defense.
So we sit here in the dark, watching the stars,
And we listen to the sound of our favourite song.
And we make-believe that all this will be real.
But as dawn arrives, and the day starts to get bright,
We know we have to wake up from this dream.
And as I turn the key and start the car,
I know that the dream starts to slowly fade away.
And by the time that we both get home, it's almost gone.
Just one more kiss, one normal goodbye.
Sunday comes, and all's left to hang on to
Is the memory of a beautiful dream which will never come real,
As we both go on with our own separate lives.

[23rd May, 2005]

SEA FEVER

2007-11-28T12:28:00.000-08:00

SEA FEVER [by John Masefield]

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER

2007-11-28T12:24:00.000-08:00

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER [by Thomas Hood]

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

MEMORIES BETWEEN THE PAGES

2007-11-28T12:06:00.000-08:00

Between the covers, all our happy moments lie,
Crazy summers, and strange ideas in our minds.
Each time the book opens, emotions we live again.
Happy faces, strange expressions, poses of all kinds.

Four friends sitting on the bus, or in the street,
Romantic photos planned from much beforehand
Beside waterfalls, or thundering sea behind,
Or lying down, our dreams written on the sand.

Always the same four, posing with our arms
Around each other, calling other passers-by
To take the photo, of us four standing here
So this moment will be frozen here for life.

And standing dangerously on a high rocky cliff,
So this landscape wouldn't ever be forgotten,
And with other friends we share a one or two,
Oh, what memories are lying there at the bottom!

And then there are the other, crazier ones,
In impossible poses, but all show we're friends:
Someone playing dead on the floor, someone's bottom,
One searching in a bin, or losing the palm of the hand.

And with each phot there is the memory
Of all the happy moments that quickly fly.
And that photo of four friends laughing up there
Recalls the promise of the friendship never to die.

Yes, we were always taking pictures wherever we went
So that this friendship wouldn't ever be forgotten,
And neither the promise to be friends forever.
And now they're just memories lying at the bottom!

Because now we know how different this real life is.
Although there we're always laughing together,
And everyone can see that true friendship shining,
We know now that nothing can last forever.

Because someone always does forget them:
The emotions, the beauty and all that we shared,
And walks away on her own, without thinking
About it again, except when in a real need of care.

Then alone, you open up the album once again,
And you feel sorry for what to a friend you have done.
You realise it's all your fault, and you long again
For those great days of one-for-all-all-for-one.

You know it's too late, 'cos you were quick to forget,
But there's something which you quite don't see:
In those photos there's a past that you can live with no one
No matter with whom in the future you may be.