Little Ditti's - The Odd Poem
From time to time I would like to share with you old and new
poems that I have written.
EnJoy my little ditti's - I hope you will :)
If a little late than I planned to put this on. But still ok I guess!
Autumnly Winter
If a little late than I planned to put this on. But still ok I guess!
Autumnly Winter
Creamy hot chocolate with cinnamon on top, warm spiced
winter biscuits, eat one cannot stop. Pumpkins and outfits that give us a
scare, fireworks glistening all up in the air. Long winter walks all wrapped up
to keep warm, get home put the kettle on read a book until dawn!
Reddish brown
leaves dropping to the floor, crisp winter air once stepped out the door. Hats,
scarves gloves, big coats make us cosy, back home in oversized jumpers, Sundays
that are dozy. Home baking and Christmas cards that can't miss the post,
morning mist and sparkling dew that comes in from the coast.
Decorations and
nibbles at Christmas, trips to see the family, make cold harsh winters a joy
and fill us with glee. Cosy logs fires with flames all a glow, snow ball fights
and snowmen so proud we must show. Wake up in the morning, or wake in the
night, look outside the window all covered in ice.
The frost fairies have
grazed each branch and fallen leaf, with the crystal of frozen water, so
delicate to believe. Berries, cones, holly and ivy, making Christmas reeves
beautiful, so colourful and lively. The dazzle of Christmas, with warm lights
all a glow, and that thought on Christmas morn "my gosh, is there
snow?"
Tinsel and baubles decorating the tree, and a star to crown it once
a year be. To all of these thoughts that make up what’s me, Merry Christmas to
autumn and winter, the new year brings spring I see!
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
This Poem is dedicated to my best
friend and her partner. I am very honoured that they have allowed me to publish
my poem and dedication, as I know this is something close to their hearts. Thank
you.
The Stars are for Mummy and
Daddy.
Guided by your light up
high
We get to view the stars
The angels must have needed
you
To bless us from a far.
The truth, to all, is known by
few
That you are still around
On land, sea, air and morning
dew
You’re always homeward
bound.
Baby Boy you are always
present
With everywhere we go
Whether the moon is full or a
crescent
Near us, you are, we
know.
Whenever we ponder where you’d
be
And are you close or far
We must always remember, you
see
To look for the brightest
star.
With Love to Harrison James
King.
Blessed are the angels to have
you.
xxxxxXxxxxx
© Abigail Anya Clay 2012. All rights reserved.
Fancies 50 Years
Hence
I wonder where I
will be
In 50 years from
now
So here I kneel on
bended knee
For your hand in
marriage, somehow.
This leap year sees
the greatest year
The year you
replied yes
And to my eyes
brought joyful tears
None of the above
was jest.
With great promise
of hearts combined
To the world we
brought our child
Even Greater years
we are yet to find
And not all of them
are mild.
The tears of woe,
and great laughter
From time to time
will appear
But for you my
love, here in ever after
Is all I wish for,
my dear.
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
A Few Seconds
A few seconds is all it took for you to catch my eye
A nod, a smile and long conversations
as we watched the hours pass us by.
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
Kissed Softly, laughed
1 Million thousand thoughts
Running through my brain
With all the possible hopes
Of seeing you again.
I never really dreamt
Of meeting you in life
And now I cannot have slept
Because of all the strife.
Being with you was fun
And without you so much is not
My love of life had begun
And now its ground to a stop.
If I will be with you again
Then I would love to laugh
At all your funny jokes
And then kiss you, so soft.
My million billion thoughts
Running through my brain
With all the only hopes
Of seeing you again.
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
Just One Note
I'm sitting here wondering
What it is to say
To you in my next letter
Tell me, is that ok?
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
The Bomb
The timeless unemotional creature
Is made of metal and fuse
The coldness of its heart a feature
Has got us all confused.
The place and time of its explosion
Is not to be known by us all
It only causes corrosion
And a great big hole in the wall.
The reason we had built this metal feeling
We will never be able to thrill
Our deaths were made by us human beings
The deadly bomb is ready to kill.
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
Time Is Not Yours
Fire, fire burning so bright
Whats in the stars for me tonight
Could it be good, or could it be bad
Could it be the only chance I have.
If seeing's believing
Why is believing not been seen
What is red and what is green
What is purple and what is yellow
What is tense and what is mellow
What is a match with a flame
What if a child didn't have a gain
What is a person with out love
What is wings without the dove
If you should witness all these things
Then what is an angel without any wings
If this poem to you have gone on too long
Then time is not yours
and yours be no........?
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
The Stranger
See that person in the crowd
The voice is so clear and so loud
There is no sound to require to a note
This person here is a stranger.
This person standing here
Is standing really tall
And to his face runs a tear
Now he seems so very small.
As we see this man with ginger hair
He seems to become a friend
This man I see is light as air
He is a tall stranger from the past.
See that man in a crowd
He is a stranger no more
This man can shout just as loud
But no-one can hear him
Because he has gone through heavens door.
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
Step Gently To The Stars
You were, my lovely, my angel, my guide
I miss you so much now you have gone to the other side
I sit here wondering what could have been
Now you are no longer here.
The hours pass me by whilst I sit & reminisce
This life has given me such an awful twist
Of life and love then tears and woe
Oh my lovely, my angel, my guide
Why did you have to go.
You were taken so quickly and quietly while you sleep
So at least the pain was not yours to keep
I sense you are near and not very far
Please, feel free to step gently to stars.
© Abigail Anya Clay 2010. All rights reserved.
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