Forever With Us - A Poem
It feels just like yesterday,
And it still feels like a dream.
It hurts like never before,
And we are still filled with grief.
It’s still hard to believe,
Even with 18 years gone by.
We are still mourning you,
Still praying for you,
Still loving you,
Still missing you,
And always wishing you were still here.
But death could not erase you...
Mary Slessor and The Twins - A Portrait
The Finished Work
I paid to have this done.
What do you think about the finished work?
For me, I think the Mary Slessor's painting is great but for the twins, I hold some reservations.
I would like to hear your thoughts.
A Candle In The Wind
Gentle like a lamb
Harmless like a dove
Loving like a mother
You brought kindness to the world.
Brilliant like a pearl
Unique like the stars
Rare like a unicorn
You were a gem in our hearts.
Upright like a saint
Innocent like a child
Compassionate to a fault
You were the love that we craved.
Sparkling like a di...
Dark Magic Queen
Magic is real,
Its origin unknown.
But its powers I have felt,
For I once had magic.
But magic is evil,
Dark and blinding,
Ripping souls off men,
Destroying their existence.
For it was once my strength,
But today my doom,
As my days of dark magic,
Haunts my existence.
THE QUEEN AND THE KINGSLAYER
Your words are smeared with lies,
But the rumours bear the truth.
Your loyalty is not in dispute,
For its existence never was.
Your actions I so detest,
And your ways I so condemn.
You tried to slay your King,
Now judgement shall befall you.
In my heart he is my King,
And my loyalty lies with him.
Nature is a phenom breathtaking by design,
An unsolved mystery perfect by existence,
Filled with wonders beyond human comprehension,
All unique and beautiful beyond human description.
For our first home is nature the magnificent phenom,
Green and bursting with energy and life,
Serene and filled with luxuries so divine,
Free from toxins and renewable by design.
THE CANDLES - A Poetic Love, Life and Death Story.
Two flaming candles lit up my candle.
Giving me a flame so shinning and bright.
Watching me burn slow and steady.
And guarding my flame from the blowing wind.
My base was weak, tender and shaky,
But firmly to the ground they braced me from falling,
Burning out their wax to build up my base,
So I could stand and ...