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Brian's Poems



Heart Felt Poems

Grief
By: Brian Skinn

True sorrow is felt quite deep
Right to one's very core
It becomes so very hard to sleep
And its hard to remember any more.

The grief isn't dulled by friends
As the days merge into one
One hopes the broken heart mends
And all the crying's done.




Bouncy Poems

Springtime
By: Brian Skinn

It's time for the sun to burst through
When the clouds go and the sky turns blue
It's springtime

It's time for the flowers to bloom
Pushing out those months of gloom
It's springtime

It's time for everyone to dance
Ah, the joys of a new romance
It's spingtime

Listen, look and feel the air all around
Can you hear the springtime sound
Watching all the new things coming alive
I'm glad nature is on our side

It's springtime, it's springtime.




Pensive Poems

Peace at Last
By: Brian Skinn

Listening to the peaceful land
Watching nature play it's hand
Smelling the fragrance of the earth
Makes me realise how much it's worth

Sitting under the light of the moon
Pushing away thoughts of future doom
Letting my mind wonder free
Allows me to see how life should be

Feeling the change as night becomes dawn
Sensing the joy as a new day is born
Wishing all the magic would stay
Holds me here day after day

Resting in the quiet countryside
Knowing this happiness won't subside
Finding everlasting feelings that fill my soul
Tells me that I've finally reached my goal.




Old Hope
By: Brian Skinn

When days were long and many stories were told
The fires glowed, throwing off the damp and cold
The hours seemed to glide, as the man spun the yarn
Of the days of old, when cattle filled the farm

The drought did linger and many cattle died
But the old mans stories, lifted their hope and pride
The farmer lifted their hats, to lives full of dreams
Of green countryside, when water filled the streams

On and on he went, the women began to smile
Their hard toil over, if only for a while
The children sat on knees, eyes full of hope
Their vision marred, of the land that couldn't cope

The story teller grew tired, the coals glowed red
Everybody left for home, to the solace of their bed
But the memories lingered on, of the stories they had heard
That night at the campfire, amongst their dead herd

The old man smiled and rubbed his weary jaw
He looked past the night and saw God's unwritten law
It didn't please him, but the stories he'd just told
Gave the people hope and helped to shape and mould
The spirit that lives in the outback, like that of old.



The Event
By: Brian Skinn

Watch the light, hear the thunder
Smell the air, duck for cover
Hear the dogs howl, startled birds fly
Windows rattle, kids start to cry

Rain teems down, trees cry for more
Winds push on chilling to the core
Sparks all around, lights go out
Babies cuddle close as rain breaks the drought

Then all is quiet, all is still
The sun shines in, rain drips off the window sill
The birds chirp, all the trees glisten
The world awakes and steps out to listen
Back to normal - life goes on ......




No Change
By: Brian Skinn

The clock chimed twelve
And the sky turned bright
As the new era begun
At the stroke of midnight

The day started anew
When the first rays lit the sky
A new millenium was born
And a new beginning was nigh

What change would take place
Nobody knew for sure
We will have to wait
In a new world to explore

But nothing changed at all
As time marched past
The world didn't stop
And it seems, is here to last.



A Millenium in the Making
By: Belinda Skinn

Imagine being born in 1901
When the century has already begun
The celebrations, laughter and cheers
won't be the same till another hundred years.

As the years roll on and the decades pass by
History is made before our very eyes
as every generation seems to be ageing
the nineteen hundreds prove to be changing

Technology is born, and society waits
for what it will bring on everyone's plates
Machines and computers join our race
while we send our first man into space

The time is coming that's been long awaited
The part of history that will soon be created
I think to myself how lucky I am
to be born in time for the millenium.




Feeling Blue Poems

Remembering
By: Brian Skinn

Sitting alone close to the heater
Adjusting the cushion of the two seater
My mind wanders back to times past
of long days that couldn't last

Carefree days and lives of leisure
When nothing could stop the pleasure
Of our longing to be together
And our love could handle any weather

It's a cold night all alone
The warmth has left this cosy home
The empty hours cause such pain
As my mind wanders back again and again

Where did things turn around
When without a sound
The carefree days were gone
And the love seemed all wrong

Living alone is so lonely
The life's gone, if only
The heart would again begin to glow
I'm sure the warmth would show

Life is so lonely, I'm so lonely
If only .......... If only.