Dreaming Spires

Dreaming Spires

Through the Garden of England

And the Capital City

To the City of Dreaming Spires

I travelled today

The heart of the South you may say

But my heart lies elsewhere

In an ancient Northern Kingdom

And in the cradle of a Civil War.

I'm not sleepy

Bill

There was an old fellow called Bill

Who felt he was over the hill

Then a met a young woman

Who was someone quite stunning

Which livened old Bill like a pill

Edward Lear, eat your heart out, or more likely spin in your grave.

Yet another poem-In London

In London

Alone

Just me

An hotel room

with the windows open

the sounds of the street

Rise up to meet the silence

As I sit and contemplate their lives

The people driving, walking, riding past the hotel

Shouts and yells filter up through the night sky

A baby cries, she is out late, I wonder why

The city at night is no place for a young child

Travellers, perhaps, late off the train coming to stay, maybe even here

A siren now, ambulance, fire or police an accident or a crime

Who knows, not me in my room here on floor five

listening as the buses, cars and bikes roll past me

Oblivious to my existence not knowing I hear them

nor caring as they hurry by, to where?

To home, to night shift, to party

Anonymous noises but still quite familiar

a droning hubbub of bustle

A crazy man laughs

A woman screams

A yell

London

The Sun Rises

The Sun Rises

The Sun rises 

On another day

Life goes on 

So we hope

Perhaps we pray

That things improve 

And people stay

We move along 

Our different streams

Lives come together 

Then they part

Taking a piece 

Of the other

Until the Sun

Rises once more

Not one of my better poems perhaps. Still it says what's in my mind and I hope conveys a sense of hope; although at first reading it does have a gloominess about it which might cloud the intention to say that each day brings with it the chance for life to improve for anyone feeling low or not being able to see the sun rising in their life.

Anyway, there it is. Peace and Love. ttfn x

I'm not in love...

Not in love

I'm not in love so the song goes

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

I want to be in love

Need to be in love

And loved

And there's someone to be in love with

But

There's always a but

They are far away

And with someone else

Sort of

There's always a sort of

Wait and see

Patience

Ah, patience

Not a thing a man like me has

In abundance

But 

There's always a but

I'll wait

And see

And hope

There's always hope.

Smile

As the old saying goes, smile and the world smiles with you, frown and you frown alone. The frowns on faces of the folks on this train are living proof of that old saw. A carriage full of glumness,  of people tired after a long day just wanting to get home with no interaction between people.
It's sad that people nowadays seem so unhappy all the time. I have seen many people over the course of today, not one of whom has managed to crack a smile.
That makes me sad.
Anyhoo, I'll be off now.  Peace and Love x ttf

Wednesday morning.

The masses are moving
From station and tube
To office and shop
Not a smile to be seen
Each morning they come
Each evening go back
Shuffling around
Like rats in a trap.