I didn’t know

I need , I hear, a word of praise.

I drink, I glow, it feeds my soul.

I’m shocked, I’m stopped, could this be so?

I shake it off, “it couldn’t be!”

 

I need, I see, a smile of love.

I grin, I laugh, I feel the hug.

I twist, I ask – can this be real?

I hide within, alone today.

 

I need, I sense, a gentle touch.

I’m warmed, I’m blessed, by just that brush.

I look, I’m caught – Is this your face?

I can not hide, you’re in my space!

 

I need, I love, what youI didhave done.

I wake, I twirl, inside my dream.

I hope, I reach, Is this my place?

I did not know, I dance when free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Advertisements

A normal day

An average day, a normal day,

I say it without thought!

It’s easy just to tramp along

and only see the past.

What is today, was yesterday,

and always seems to come.

I stop at lights, they change to green

and then the lady with the grin,

steps out while holding to

a little hand outside the school.

I quickly pass the beggar man,

he’s always sitting right beside,

the open door, that always spews,

a stream of people from the bank.

I know it well, it’s quite a show,

I see the play each day, I’m bored!!

 

An average day, a normal day,

it’s always quite unique.

I walk along with keen eyes bright,

and watch for sparkle’s glowing wake.

When e’re I see that glistening sight,

I sense my wonder now in flight.

I savour joy’s expectancy,

as suddenly the atmosphere

transforms in colour’s interplay.

A kiss exchanged, a lover found;

the embrace of a warrior strong;

a pet leaps out and wags its tail;

a child delights as chortles soar.

The grace of life’s eternity

begins as beauty shapes my stance.

I am this day’s vitality!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Open windows

eyes, those of a child full of life, those of the poor so enduring.

those who sorrow pouring streams, those who’re merry, leak so cheery!

eyes that speak of what’s inside, tell us clearly we must not hide.

 

eyes that sparkle speak of life,

eyes that sing while glistening.

eyes that give and then caress,

leap igniting hope so sweet.

eyes that kiss are ohh most rare!

 

eyes so vacant seem so blind

eyes that need and then connive.

Always desperate so intent

shift to rob and then to hide

eyes that die while still alive.

 

eyes, they reap from what’s within.

eyes, they rouse up dreams galore.

I live life and really give

living laughter through my gaze.

eyes, they share what I will dare!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope’s eyes

The consternation of a father,

as a precious child cries,

its power evokes the heavens,

as he seeks to turn the tide,

and in the dungeons of his heart,

a prisoner groans,

remembering days now past,

when pain became his home.

 

The fears that ply a mother’s soul,

as hungry toddlers ask her “why”.

She has no job that brings the dough,

and so hates her life also.

The future looms with horror’s mist,

which thickens slow and grey,

then devours greedily

as silence weeps her tears.

 

And while I seek, so weak and small,

to change this moment’s need.

I come with little in my hand ,

but eyes that see a God that breathes.

Then in this nexus peace is born,

as hope’s eyes sparkle with surprise

while arms of grace so wise

heal hearts with bread that’s real.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What plight

Locked within my known shores,

I look with wonder as others soar.

I would so love to fly up free,

while holding tight to this my way.

 

The blue of skies can be so pure,

It’s shocking really first to see.

The shock soon fades with eyes shut tight –

I can not leave my known shores.

 

A voice still whispers that I might

arise so free, and then take flight.

There’s something deep that reaches out,

I squeeze it hard in case it shouts.

 

I choose to live with silenced heart,

it’s safe to dwell on barren shores.

I cannot frame a different form,

than one with wings so weak and shorn.

 

Persistent still the voice calls out.

Reminding me of blue skies bright.

I wonder if some other day,

I might leap up and leave my plight?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Passion

Proud of my inspirational daughter!!

Daughter Becomes Mother

I have really struggled with what people think of me. My whole life I have always tried to please others, to make myself into what I think others want me to be, never truly being myself. In doing that over so many years I have lost who I am, the things that make me tick, and the things I am passionate about.

Fast forward to almost 32 years old and I have given up. I have moved so many times in my life, with so many lost friendships because I didn’t know how to maintain contact. But what I have found is myself. I have found passion. I have found things that I am truly interested in!
Collage 2018-02-12 09_56_36
I now crochet! I love it, and have taught myself for a while now! I have so many patterns printed and saved! So many Skeins of yarn ready and waiting for the next…

View original post 913 more words

Fresh surprises

Frogs that croak and echo loudly,

such a raucous trumpet noise,

in the evening as the breeze soothes –

reflection’s time to be alive.

 

Crickets singing, chorus playing,

Fills the air as mosquitos buzz,

Trees that rustle, whispering sweetly,

bringing evening’s fresh surprises.

 

Peace envelopes, spirit dances,

as quiet pirouettes to please.

Life bubbles up releasing stresses

as mystery sings hope’s pregnant change.

Author – Bill Tidsbury