It is there for us to go,
A place where love is found,
Where acrimony is never there.
We all help each other
With caring and beauty.
A place where all are welcome
And disagreements don’t exist,
All work together,
And work with each other.
So put all your troubles away,
Leave them all behind you
And join me in that wonderful place,
That place we all wish for.
So come with me
To the Island of Dreams.
In our lives we must be blessed,
We can breathe every moment,
Walk down the street with friends
While talking to them with humour.
We can see where we are going,
Clean water is there for us
And food is always on the table.
We can sleep without worries
And each morning wake into the new day.
We are blessed with fine lives.
So always be thankful
As there are those who are not,
Not blessed with what we have.
I sit on the hilltop high above the vale,
Occasional white balls of cloud
Sail so gently passed me,
Painted with natures brush,
On a canvas of pale blue.
I look down the valley
At the vista that the artist has created.
I see greens of many shades,
The deep green on the leaves of trees,
Interspersed with the lime greens in fields.
The vast panoply so varied;
The splashes of yellow
Intermingled with browns and red
Of earth and clay, natures birthplaces,
Covering the valley before me.
The river, meandering majestically below,
Sparkling from the beams of light
Passed down from the golden sun.
The river, like a moving brush,
Sending succour and colour to the fields.
Nature’s canvas set out all around me
For me to enjoy in this world;
And the symphony of birdsong
Adding to the natural art
Which I cherish with love and wonder.
Why does music do this to me?
There I was reading and writing,
The music playing as usual
When suddenly I stopped,
Stopped and was taken away,
Taken away to the world of music.
A piece came on the radio
And transported me to that place,
That place of emotive joy.
I just sat still and listened,
All else was forgotten.
I was in Chopin’s world,
A world of wonderful music
Where peace, love and joy reigned.
The piece finished and I came back,
Came back refreshed,
Refreshed and full of love.
The road that I walk is always ahead,
Along which its path I still gaily tread,
I know the road ahead is not too long,
Shorter than the path I have walked along.
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Each step I take brings me to a new place,
Mainly to that place so full of fine grace,
Sometimes to where sadness is there in wait,
But that part of life is part of my fate.
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Looking back along my long road of life,
It had more happiness than any strife,
I’ve been so lucky in the life I lead,
I feel that in all that time I’ve been freed.
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I look at myself as a lucky man,
Enjoying my life’s never ending span.
My Muse appears before me,
Calliope in my heart,
Words come to my mind to see,
To write for you to impart.
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Her words flow like a river,
Always bringing joy to me,
Making my heart just quiver,
Like waves going out to sea.
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The words end up on this page,
And Calliope leaves me,
Making me a better sage,
And fill my life with such glee.
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This sonnet is now complete,
And ready for you to read.
I awoke to the new day
And there he was in my mind
The man who showed me the way
To show respect and be kind.
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He was there from my birth
He was my Dad, my teacher
He taught me what life was worth
To move forward and reach her
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He brought music to my ears
My life sailed with music played
And still has for many years
For so very long it has stayed
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He died on this day years ago
And I say to him thank you Dad.
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One day at a time, the hours slow and steep,
Like quiet rivers drifting toward the sea.
Each dawn arrives, unclaimed, untouched by sleep,
A gift unwrapped, a page of mystery.
The past is sealed, no hand can shift its weight,
Its shadow fades as morning calls us near;
And future dreams, those seeds of distant fate,
Bloom not in worry, but in moments here.
So take today, as gentle as a breath,
And walk its winding path with tender care;
For in each step, we hold life’s birth and death,
In simple acts, a hope beyond compare.
Let’s keep our stride with humble hearts aligned,
One day at a time, in grace and peace combined.
The wind blows so strongly,
Bringing leaves to the ground,
I walk with nature longingly,
As Autumn starts to abound.
The green of the trees is turning,
As the artwork starts to show,
I see the trees start burning,
As Nature begins its glow.
My favourite time is coming,
Bringing beauty to my eyes,
My heart begins its drumming,
As Summer becomes a guise.
So come on Autumn, come home to me,
And fill me with your wonderful beauty.
Well once more we are here,
Here in our favourite place,
And as I awoke this morning
The beauty was out there.
Looking out from the balcony
The sun poured its golden rays,
Poured them into my heart and mind.
The sea rolled towards me
Bringing joy and wonder from afar.
Best if all we were together,
My lover and I were here again.
Our love getting stronger each moment
As we share the glory of our lives,
Share them in our favourite place,
Share them in our favourite place once more.
GoldiePoetry 