Love is the difference
Splash. Join me at the poolside
Get your toe-sies wet
Tag: romantic
Haiku #412
Funnyface there so
When you’re feeling low there so
I’m thinking of you
Lifetime
I gave it all for you
You took it away
I was happy with my crew
You made them depart
I was living in the light
Now I’m left in the dark
Now I’m on one wheel not two
a bicycle built for one and I
Will find the way to your heart
If it takes me a lifetime
(It means that much to me)
I gave it all for you
You took it away
I was happy being blue
Then one day I met you
I forgot about my past
I was happy being blue
Then one day I met you
You took it all away
I forgot about my past
I thought I’d seen the last
of happiness and go-o-o-o-o-o-ld
Finally, I can tell that i was living in hell
And that I had found my perfect match
Someone to take away and deliver me
#pristine .
Oh lo-o-oi-o-o-o-ove You are gone
Oh lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve I thought you were the one#
Now I’m on my own again
Looking for a home
for my heart.
I gave it all for you
You gave me love and happiness
I thought there was more
I had to find my own way
and say goodbye to yesterday
No more shivering in the cold
No more!
I will find you
I will find you
I #heart you are there
somewhere
Somewhere out there
in the swirling whiteness
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Somewhere out there
I Am Willing…
Lyrics by Andrew Watkins
© 2017
The little path to greatness
The little path to greatness
is a MarioWorld of jumps, power-ups (with awesome sound effects)and mushrooms
No. It is made of God and prayer, Luck and judgement, Hard work and toil sunshine and bad weather
It’s a walk through the wood that leads to a mountain path that leads to the chariots of the gods.
It’s a walk to school preceded by a baby’s first crawl, first steps and doddering drool.
It’s that bicycle ride that runs out of control until Bang you hit the wall!
It’s getting up again to face them all.
It’s walking home with a puncture
It’s carrying bad news in your chest
It’s feeling your heart beat in your breast
It’s authentic and local, It’s paranormal and global
It’s family, It’s friends, It’s strangers at the park
It’s partying after dark
It’s the long walk home with friends or alone
It’s getting your homework done on time
It’s waiting for dinner, standing in line
It’s ironing your clothes ready for the day
It’s carrying your brother over the hump in the road
It’s saying you will fight and defend what is right
It’s making all the bad things that happened right
It’s doing it day after day after stultifying day
It’s doing it for them, It’s doing it for you, for the crew
It’s doing it when there’s no-one else around
But most of all It’s doing it when nobody else cares
It’s doing it because it matters when the road is long.
And to make the world a better place.
It’s blue and grey it’s the full bloody rainbow
it’s what you decide and what you feel inside
It’s moldable, It’s makeable It’s delicate and breakable
It’s resilient and strong, interesting and long
It’s what you are made of not what others tell you
So take that knife and carve yourself a life.
For today and tomorrow for here and the world over
Stand up and be counted Find a horse and mount it
And enjoy your diet cola with ice cream float and cherry fizz bombs!
Yeah.
Written by Andrew Watkins
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Thoughts of you
Blue Moon Come To Me
In shades of green hues
And touches of red
And yellow blossom too
Take me from here
transport me to you
over fields of colours
and oceans of blue
o’er tides that sweep
to your loving arms
where I may weep
over thoughts of you.
Sad Songs Again
Doors that open…
The Space Race
ICBM and Cruise missile
4-minute warning
Fallout snow
nowhere to go
Trapped!
Ice and snow
At the North Pole
Icy tundra
Roads that disappear
into the white
the killing snow
warming your soul
Darling presents to come
your guests welcome
never seen you before
merci beaucoup, P’or flavor
Where you going on holiday
To Mexico or Bahrain
Be sure to take a hundred dollar bill
to tip the Russian waiters
At the wake, an old flame
resembles something left in the rain
a fire and whiskey glow
and soon talk turn to tomorrow
and yesterday and its gloom
seems like an old sorrow
put it to bed get warm
for sad songs again.