A POEM FOR A YOUNGER ME

I Wonder What

I wonder what I would say to a younger me,

who along the way had grown and changed, and played the game,

but somehow had managed to stay the same.

Would a younger man, fully understand,

how he may be in some distant land,

in a future world where he is past'

I wonder would I understand at last.

Could I save myself from hurt and pain.

or would I just relive it all again,

I wonder what is possible,

would I be changed, or not at all.

If I remained as I am now, 

for better or worse, I'd survive somehow.

A POEM FOR CHILDREN

 THE RAINBOW KING

The Rainbow King is a small, stout fellow,

With a rainbow coloured suit.

He wears a crown and holds a sceptre,

And there are wings on either boot.

Whenever it rains, and the sun is out,

You can see him jump for joy.

Rising up into the sky,

A delight for girl or boy.

His little legs run through the air,

Forming the rainbow's arc.

He clearly is having so much fun,

To him it is a lark.

The colours of his suit spill out,

And colours the sky around.

And once the rainbow has been formed,

He returns to Earthly ground.

And there where the rainbow finally ends,

I've often heard it told.

The rainbow king leaves a gift,

A pot of rainbow gold.

A Tribute to The Hobbit by J R R Tolkien

 THE ARKENSTONE

In the darkness of the cave,

He found the precious jewel.

He announced the jewel proclaimed him King,

And gave him the right to rule.

Man and Elf, among them Kings,

Would come to see the gem.

And Thrain upon his mighty throne,

Lorded, over them.

The Dwarf King soon was driven mad,

By the gold he hoarded there.

And one who craved it even more,

Was waiting in his lair.

Smaug would soon destroy the town,

That lay beneath the cave.

And once inside the Dwarf King's realm,

No treasure could be saved.

The Dwarves beneath the mountain,

Fled to roam the land.

Until the mighty battle,

When the pale Orc lost his hand.

But in that mighty battle,

The Dwarf King lost his life.

His Kith and kin were left to live,

A life of fear and strife.

But there was one among the few,

Who had the courage to lead.

Thorin would soon have the map and key,

And the warriors he would need.

Wizard and Hobbit would join the cause,

And help them on their way.

To banish the dragon and reclaim their home,

And find where the Arkenstone lay.

But the quest was hard and many died,

In the battles that ensued.

And Thorin too was driven mad,

By the greed that he imbued.

But in the end as Thorin died,

He knew that he had won.

For the pale Orc lay beside him dead,

The final deed was done.

Queen Elizabeth ll

 BRITAIN'S GUIDING LIGHT

From the pageantry of  Trooping the Colour,

To the parties in the street 

From Land's End to John O'Groats,

They all merge on The Mall.

From all points of the Commonwealth,

And countries far afield.

They all have come to pay their homage,

To Britain's guiding light.

The glue that binds, the light that leads,

Our constant in this world.

The one that we all look up to,

The strength that guides us all.

With dignity and strength of character,

Her flawless leadership.

With sense of duty beyond reproach,

Carried out relentlessly.

And so, we all will play our part,

In honouring her reign.

With beacons lit around the world,

To light the way ahead.

Seventy years of duty,

A celebration of dignity.

So let us all now raise a glass,

To Britain's guiding light.

TAKE THE TIME

 Take the time to stop and breathe,

Take the time to live.

Take the time to please yourself,

And the ones that you are with.

Take the time to find yourself,

To be who you should be.

Take the time to understand,

There is no certainty.

Life is what we make of it,

It's there for us to mould.

Do not leave it far too late,

When you are far too old.

Enjoy the time, no matter what,

Make the most of it.

For all of us are only here,

From birth until exit.

Take the time to be sincere,

To be honest with yourself.

Take the time to nurture you,

It's your life, your mind, your health.

A POEM FOR UKRAINE

 A LAND THAT'S CALLED UKRAINE

A land of forty million.

A land of wheat and grain.

A land of many heroes,

A land that's called Ukraine.

A Land that's fighting for its life,

for its right to even exist.

A land that's called Ukraine,

A land that will resist.

With Russian boots upon its soil,

And Russian planes above.

Russian tanks surrounding cities,

Destroying the land that Ukrainians love.

But this is a land of strength and guts,

A land where hope remains.

A land of many heroes,

A land that's called Ukraine.