http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/en-NZMokoFeed10http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/f2/ddee213b8a09df41fee2c4fca5a836_160x200.jpghttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2009/03/20/happy-5799047/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2009-03-20:/2009/03/20/happy-5799047/Fri, 20 Mar 2009 23:48:18 +0100 <p>Happy is a place, where all my ducks are in a line,<br> Happy is a state, that always makes me warm inside<br> Happy is a smile that rushes, as I close my eyes,<br> Happy is a memory, held after long goodbyes.</p> <p>Happy I was in those arms, holding oh, so tight<br> Happy as I’d wondered if I never, ever might.<br> Happy is fulfilling, in good order, many dreams,<br> Happy may need sacrifice, be harder than it seems. </p> <p>Happy is a promenade above a perfect beach<br> Happy knowing you deserve, a heaven within reach<br> Happy is to stretch beyond, to brave fire or snow,<br> Happy could be holding on, for others, letting go. </p> <p>Happy is a vision, all in crystal, winds of change<br> Happy, then you figure, things will never be the same.<br> Happy is, in knowing that you searched long and hard,<br> Happy when you find the one who sees your inner heart. </p> <p>Happy is a bed at night, a blanket and a sheet,<br> Happy is a home where open souls can see and meet<br> Happy is a song that sings, in easy harmony<br> Happy is a simple thing, it brings me to my knees. </p> <p>Happy is a hilltop with a climbing, shady walk,<br> Happy is an endless grin, a stimulating talk,<br> Happy is a mountain of contentment in your eyes,<br> Happy could be anywhere, if only you and I. </p> <p>Happy is devoted, to your absolute truth, no<br> matter all the doubters, barely need for any proof.<br> Happy is a kind of faith, believing what you know,<br> Happy often follows where a giving river flows.</p> <p>Happy is a golf course on a pretty, summer’s day,<br> Happy is in persevering, till the end you stayed.<br> Happy is full energy, on hardly any food,<br> Happy best, be careful now, as happy may be rude. </p> <p>Happy makes me realise, there must be god above,<br> Happy makes it easy to concede to total love.<br> Happy spans across the oceans, over hail or sleet,<br> Happy is a dreamer, who suddenly feels complete.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2009/03/20/happy-5799047/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetrylyricslifehttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2009/03/20/happy-5799047/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2008/11/20/bed-time-song-5067087/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2008-11-20:/2008/11/20/bed-time-song-5067087/Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:18:10 +0100 <p>EIGHT O'CLOCK, LATE O'CLOCK</p> <p>Eight o'clock, late o'clock, story time, sleep<br> Eight o'clock, late o'clock in trouble, deep.</p> <p>Trying out Mama, then dragging out Dad<br> Tryin' to be clever, don't mean to be bad. </p> <p>Nine o'clock lights out, books all away<br> Night time, dreaming 'til another day…</p> <p>Doodle-oot, doo, doo, doodle oot, doo,<br> doodle-oot, doo, doo, doodle oot, doo…! </p> <p>Eight o'clock, wake up, breakfast time<br> Walk to school 'cause I don't have a bike. </p> <p>Gotta’ get numbers though I want to learn words<br> Chatting to the sisters or chasing them dudes</p> <p>Nine o'clock, line up, school bell is on<br> Ten o'clock, snacking to a skipping song</p> <p>Doodle oot, doo doo…</p> <p>Eleven o'clock and teacher knows best<br> Twelve o'clock, noon time, lunch or rest</p> <p>One o'clock, back in, learnin' again,<br> Two o'clock, playing with paints and pens</p> <p>Three o'clock, free o'clock, homeward bound<br> Four o'clock, more o'clock, hear that sound</p> <p>Doodle oot, doo doo…</p> <p>Five o'clock, six o'clock, coming seven,<br> Mama's hot dinner, taste's just like heaven</p> <p>Eight o'clock, late o'clock, story time, sleep,<br> Eight o'clock, late o'clock in trouble deep.</p> <p>Nine o'clock lights out, books all away,<br> Night time, dreaming 'til another day…</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2008/11/20/bed-time-song-5067087/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>children-song-poem-bedtimehttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2008/11/20/bed-time-song-5067087/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/12/03/a_cats_eye_at_the_beach~1395702/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-12-03:/2006/12/03/a_cats_eye_at_the_beach~1395702/Sun, 03 Dec 2006 09:21:31 +0100 <p> Have you ever seen,<br> such a pretty thing, as<br> a cats-eye at the beach?</p> <p>How do waves throw,<br> spiral ovals, just<br> within our reach?</p> <p>Over tide lines,<br> one caught my eye,<br> beside a stony ledge.</p> <p>From the middle,<br> grew a little, curve<br> toward the edge.</p> <p>Under all round, though<br> smooth on top, unique,<br> and yet refined.</p> <p>As if my life, was<br> aging and the Gods<br> had sent a sign.</p> <p>If you're looking<br> and you still have<br> true heartfelt, inner dreams.</p> <p>There may appear<br> things of beauty, as<br> you've never, ever seen.</p> <p>Sea snail caps,<br> operculum, my<br> seal and to protect.</p> <p>Ever many, special<br> treasures, only<br> lucky, people get.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/12/03/a_cats_eye_at_the_beach~1395702/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryhttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/12/03/a_cats_eye_at_the_beach~1395702/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/11/21/see_what_you_get~1352485/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-11-21:/2006/11/21/see_what_you_get~1352485/Tue, 21 Nov 2006 09:45:09 +0100 <p class="center"> See what you get, when you love some one<br> They act all happy and glad,<br> Laughing, running, bouncing around,<br> Makes you forget you were mad.</p> <p class="center"> See what you get, when you hug some one<br> Probably hugged right back,<br> Too many and then, you can’t help but grin<br> Better a pat on the back!</p> <p class="center"> See what you get, when you give support,<br> Listen, encourage and help,<br> Winners, achievers or confident dreamers<br> Who care for more than themselves!</p> <p class="center"> See what you get, when you smile a lot,<br> Everyone wants to know why<br> Seems like you’re hearty, having a party,<br> Contagious, spreading like fire!</p> <p class="center"> See what you get, when you love someone,<br> Everyone thinks you’re insane<br> Doing good deeds, dropping your seeds,<br> Just making more of the same!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/11/21/see_what_you_get~1352485/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryhttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/11/21/see_what_you_get~1352485/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_wonder_if_you_re_lonely~1127780/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/i_wonder_if_you_re_lonely~1127780/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:35:01 +0200 <p>I see you in the morning<br> I see you in the night<br> I wonder if you’re lonely<br> Could I happen to be right?</p> <p>I wonder if you’re lonely<br> As you stare away in space<br> Above me, not beyond me,<br> On our own, alone, the same </p> <p>I wonder if you’re lonely,<br> I wonder if you’re brave<br> To open or expose a heart<br> Again, to knows it’s safe</p> <p>I wonder if you’re lonely<br> Would you ever give a try<br> To one who’ll love you only<br> Safe as stars, up in the sky. </p> <p>I wonder if you’re lonely<br> When the rain is coming down<br> Or if the wind is blowing<br> We’d laugh away your frown</p> <p>I’ll be your fun companion<br> You can always call a friend<br> To laugh away or share good<br> times, forever till the end.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_wonder_if_you_re_lonely~1127780/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryhttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_wonder_if_you_re_lonely~1127780/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/my_kids_don_t_really_like_tv~1127777/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/my_kids_don_t_really_like_tv~1127777/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:34:17 +0200 <p>My kids don’t really like TV<br> They find it mostly boring<br> They read their books and play old games<br> Or run outside exploring</p> <p>My girl she draws her dresses fine<br> My boy his lego shapes<br> Who’s seen so many good ideas<br> From one pair in a day</p> <p>Whenever there is idle time<br> Or boredom is a threat<br> To know if they invent the play<br> No more fun, could you get</p> <p>Wherever there is paper<br> Or a little pile of wood<br> Imagine if a helicopter<br> Landed on the roof</p> <p>Out jumped a fairy princess<br> As the pilot flew away<br> She reads her rules and blows a kiss<br> Come back another day</p> <p>We might design a rocket<br> Or we may create a plan<br> To never run out, ever<br> And to know how life is grand</p> <p>You never get the thrill<br> Of find a new way or a first<br> When sitting on your bottom<br> Best get up before it bursts</p> <p>Without a bit of effort<br> And the freedom to invent<br> You only get what you put in<br> For learning’s heaven sent.</p> <p>© Wordsnnoise 2006</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/my_kids_don_t_really_like_tv~1127777/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/my_kids_don_t_really_like_tv~1127777/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/never_give_up_on_your_dreams~1127772/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/never_give_up_on_your_dreams~1127772/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:33:19 +0200 <p>Never Give Up On Your Dreams</p> <p>[Sky TV Sport commentator Derek Rae wrote that the (zodiac) stars were<br> against Liverpool in the ‘05 European Champions League Soccer final...]</p> <p>To Derek Rae the stars said no<br> but the mighty kop would not let go<br> their singing woke the gods, who said<br> miracles, this month, must wear red </p> <p>Send a spirited, church-full city<br> twenty years of faithful dignity<br> familiar with grief and despair<br> all patient hearts to be repaired </p> <p>Create a new, heroic story<br> beyond retold, forgotten glories, so<br> the world will know just what it means<br> to never, ever give up on your dreams !<br> Brendon Smith (2 Jun 2005) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/never_give_up_on_your_dreams~1127772/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/never_give_up_on_your_dreams~1127772/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_can_tell~1127763/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/i_can_tell~1127763/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:30:13 +0200 <p>I can tell, you’re a sweety</p> <p>Happy soul, ready laugh,</p> <p>I know you’ll grin and bear it,</p> <p>‘cause you’ve got a heart</p> <p>I can tell you’re a listener</p> <p>With an acre of time</p> <p>For a sister or blister,</p> <p>Warm hug, gentle wine</p> <p>I can tell you’re a winner,</p> <p>Solid centre of gold,</p> <p>For no fat, sum or ransom,</p> <p>Will your heart be sold</p> <p>I can tell, you’re a mother</p> <p>Wonder cook, loyal wife</p> <p>With a look and a figure,</p> <p>To last, all your life</p> <p>I can tell, you’re a lover</p> <p>I want you as my friend</p> <p>To be only, yours truly</p> <p>Forever, till the end. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_can_tell~1127763/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryhttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_can_tell~1127763/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/heaven_is_now~1127759/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/heaven_is_now~1127759/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:28:33 +0200 <p>If heaven is now, then what are the rules<br> and where are the teachers<br> If heaven is now, just open the doors<br> All nature and beaches</p> <p>If heaven is now, hey what do we do<br> With all of the stories<br> If heaven is now, the stars are all ours<br> our dreams and our glory</p> <p>Grab each of your goals<br> and line them all up,<br> Release your passion<br> Living on love</p> <p>Let go of old ways, yeah<br> Throw them all out<br> Hold tight and look forward,<br> ‘Cause heaven is now!</p> <p>If heaven is now, then what of the past<br> And who for the future?<br> If heaven is now, real love it will last<br> Some-one to be true to </p> <p>If heaven is now, no worry is worth<br> The time that is wasted,<br> If heaven is now, just lessons to learn<br> Of more heavenly ways </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/heaven_is_now~1127759/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>songhttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/heaven_is_now~1127759/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/fragments_of_peace~1127753/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/fragments_of_peace~1127753/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:27:49 +0200 <p>In search of love or happiness, as never seen before<br> Of free and open laughter, ever crying out for more</p> <p>Surviving through a winter, with little room to move, for<br> A smile to turn a shiver, over to a happy groove</p> <p>(Chorus)<br> When all I see, inside your eyes, are<br> fragments of peace, just hold me tight<br> I'll be here as, the wind it blows<br> between the trees, our love will grow</p> <p>And if our peace, is given room<br> and fragments into flowers bloom<br> with love or fun or fancy wine<br> As warm as sun will ever shine</p> <p>Beside a rocky mountain, on soft or grassy mounds<br> near water falling fountains, our love it has no bounds </p> <p>Above a city sleeping, below the town awakes, as<br> all around us struggle, only in good arms we're safe</p> <p>(Chorus)</p> <p>So if you're ever lonely, or feel your heart will burst<br> Go find your one and only, into their arms, do turn</p> <p>Hold on to love or harmony, wherever it may be, and<br> link them all together, those fragments of peace </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/fragments_of_peace~1127753/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lyricshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/fragments_of_peace~1127753/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_perfect_looking_wife~1127750/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/the_perfect_looking_wife~1127750/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:26:55 +0200 <p><i>Chorus:</i><br> I think it would be fair to say<br> I’ve spent most of my life<br> refining in a bloke's own way<br> the perfect looking wife</p> <p>When I saw you,<br> The stars said true<br> My all-time would appear</p> <p>That very day,<br> right in my way<br> and you were driving there</p> <p>Your grin and groove,<br> my heart it moved<br> An angel from the sky</p> <p>By days you stayed<br> My distance safe<br> We talked, you parked, goodbye</p> <p>(chorus)</p> <p>In motion slow,<br> Our dream did grow<br> Untangled of my web</p> <p>Forever to be,<br> My true beauty<br> Just as my dream had said</p> <p>Your smile it grew<br> With hope, I knew<br> Your heart deserved the best</p> <p>For all the world<br> Of imaginary girls<br> No match for all the rest</p> <p>(Chorus) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_perfect_looking_wife~1127750/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_perfect_looking_wife~1127750/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/is_this_the_way_god_wanted_us_to_go~1127739/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/is_this_the_way_god_wanted_us_to_go~1127739/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:24:17 +0200 <p>Remember how we started,<br> rough or ready, lend a hand<br> Together, over even rules<br> for shepherds as for lambs</p> <p>For now to turn our back and<br> say, there is no wrong or right,<br> As well do for yourself, demand<br> it all, explore the might</p> <p>If now could hang a second,<br> say, if when could wait a day,<br> for neighbours, mates or others,<br> strive for love, not slave for gain</p> <p>As if for only greed or gold we grow,<br> Is this the way God wanted us to go?</p> <p>In rosy light we dream of,<br> how it was here, far away,<br> For sanctity or honour<br> Early graves most surely paid.</p> <p>To search among us now and see<br> Our streets still hide in shame<br> The undertaker cries, and yet<br> Police have none to blame</p> <p>An asset or a ticket, never<br> Free to laugh or play, no<br> Wonder with degrees as these<br> our children seldom stay</p> <p>So where’s the beacon, leader, light to show<br> Is this the way God wanted us to go?</p> <p>In nature we believed, an ever friend<br> ‘till almost, now we see our nether end<br> How much, may such a few consume, how long<br> ‘till mountains tumble into oceans strong?</p> <p>We burn or bury ever growing wastes,<br> While food has barely nutrients or taste<br> As weeping rivers trickle under trees,<br> And mother nature lurches to her knees.</p> <p>Shall we go on as if, to futures blind<br> Beyond our power to undo or be kind?<br> If money wasn’t oil around esteem<br> there'd be enough for all of us to feast.</p> <p>So tell me how are we to ever know,<br> Is this the way God wanted us to go?</p> <p>By wordsnnoise on 07/29/2006 </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/is_this_the_way_god_wanted_us_to_go~1127739/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/is_this_the_way_god_wanted_us_to_go~1127739/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_symptoms_of_success~1127737/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/the_symptoms_of_success~1127737/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:22:17 +0200 <p><i>Success is such an age old word<br> it means so many things,<br> A title for completeness,<br> Or a fancy diamond ring?</p> <p>Integrity or honour, good<br> Address, old money, flair,<br> all symptoms, obvious,<br> we sought, of quality, so rare<br> </i><br> Now symptoms of success<br> are magazine fed,<br> in picture perfect ads<br> or roles, we see,</p> <p>Our dreams of hippy love<br> or life fulfilment,<br> Are lost to latest fads<br> on lame TV</p> <p>New symptoms of success<br> Hang on appearance<br> Sharp suits or makeup,<br> Shiny limos, flash</p> <p>To have a look is surely<br> all we dream of,<br> No matter why, nor<br> how we raise the cash</p> <p>When symptoms of success<br> Disguise our issues, to<br> hide, or maybe<br> heal over time</p> <p>The risk is whether<br> linger leads to fester,<br> confusion, tender<br> memories or mines</p> <p>For younger hearts are<br> flooded with opinions<br> It's dog eat all, or first<br> around the post</p> <p>While earnest work<br> or sacrifice and trusting<br> Are hidden, all we see<br> are bling and most.<br> <i><br> The symptoms have been separated<br> Mingled in the crowd,<br> Amphetamines or mega<br> shoppers, twenty four hours</p> <p>Frugality or faithfulness,<br> A friend in time of need<br> For love or truth, o'er many moons<br> Forsaking self or greed<br> </i><br> Some symptoms of success<br> are disappointing,<br> one moment, turn<br> or bought before the rest</p> <p>True happiness, contentment<br> honest lessons, are<br> more likely useful<br> where we're going next</p> <p>Hot symptoms of success<br> Can be inviting,<br> For pleasure, quick,<br> No vision, long or clear</p> <p>Like old or empty boxes,<br> once exciting,<br> no memories or<br> hugs, no humble dear</p> <p>If symptoms of success<br> are well appointed,<br> With planning, effort,<br> love or hours long </p> <p>Then heart of gold<br> Replaces hollow wishes,<br> Let emptiness be<br> Filled with passion strong</p> <p>The symptoms of success<br> are only lonely,<br> if they are, all we<br> yearn for, see or strive</p> <p>In harmony, respect<br> with open souls, free<br> Together, we need<br> ever growing lives.</p> <p>© Wordsnnoise 2006-08-07</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_symptoms_of_success~1127737/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_symptoms_of_success~1127737/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_internet_is_free~1127725/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/the_internet_is_free~1127725/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:18:25 +0200 <p>The internet is free,<br> of all pollution, free<br> of old protection,<br> from itself.</p> <p>Independent, always<br> open, unrepentant,<br> easy, daring,<br> off the shelf.</p> <p>If we search a<br> Word or verse,<br> can we do copy,<br> Word of me</p> <p>If free to use<br> Or lend, as sure<br> Could we do more<br> Or work as cheap?</p> <p>If information<br> Has no cost<br> or legal limit<br> send it through</p> <p>For common good<br> or fine for all<br> how do we tell<br> PR from true?</p> <p>Is it a saturation<br> Onslaught, glut or<br> Wilderness,<br> still wild,</p> <p>If accurate or<br> Real event is<br> Non exclusive<br> On the wire?</p> <p>Will only brands<br> or placement<br> rule or will<br> Reality bite?</p> <p>Some may defend<br> a right to say but<br> is available online<br> the same as right?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_internet_is_free~1127725/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_internet_is_free~1127725/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_am_the_son_of_a_father~1127719/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/i_am_the_son_of_a_father~1127719/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:16:42 +0200 <p>To Snow, </p> <p>I Am The Son Of A Father<br> <br> I am the son of a Father,<br> A patient man, of sorts<br> Who watched or waited gamely,<br> Drove all over town for our sports</p> <p>I am the son of a giver,<br> Forsaking his Huntly roots, for<br> board at the Dempsey’s in Frankton<br> Bringing sacks full of coal in his boot</p> <p>I am the son of an honest bloke,<br> Familiar with toil and sweat<br> He knew that with a well worked plan<br> A safe heart, he surely would get</p> <p>I am the son of a bowler,<br> Indoor at St Annes or South school,<br> With a style of his own, a steady eye,<br> And the Norfolk Island triples</p> <p>I am the son of a grumbler,<br> With murder just under his breath,<br> Though seldom aimed at a person,<br> For the lawnmower, certain death! </p> <p>I am the son of a diligent man,<br> With methods or models and time<br> It may require weeks or a season,<br> But in the end, he’ll get it right. </p> <p>I am the son of a husband,<br> Balancing work with a family,<br> Cooking the occasional dinner<br> And sharing the remote for the telly. </p> <p>I am the son of a Grandad,<br> With a merry wee army of kids,<br> They never know what to expect of him,<br> Leaving wide open eyes or big grins</p> <p>I am the son of a joker<br> Rhyming old, debatable lyrics<br> Having heard it, I wished for my whole life,<br> To be old, but a little bit silly. </p> <p>I am the son of many things,<br> Some of which make mothers mad,<br> But I am a lucky son, most of all,<br> Because I am the son of my Dad!</p> <p>Happy Father’s Day, Dad,<br> Love always, Brendon</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_am_the_son_of_a_father~1127719/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_am_the_son_of_a_father~1127719/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_need_a_guy~1127716/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/i_need_a_guy~1127716/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:15:32 +0200 <p>I need a guy who turns me on<br> A guy who makes me true<br> Who’s lovely on the inside<br> And who looks a bit like you</p> <p>He has to be immaculate,<br> To take me to a ball,<br> He’d hold my hand and spin<br> me round, and catch me if I fall.</p> <p>He isn’t ever angry<br> And he’s hardly ever sad,<br> He makes me feel I’m safe and<br> How to do what makes me glad</p> <p>He listens, gives me hugs and<br> Always opens every door<br> He wakes and makes us breakfast<br> Letting me rest a little more</p> <p>He knows my every moment<br> And he loves me all the same<br> He likes to know I’m comfy<br> Even when we watch his game</p> <p>We always go together<br> Lunch and dinner, even shop<br> He helps me with the food<br> Or if a look is me or not</p> <p>And if we’re lucky one day<br> When our children up and go<br> He’ll smile and say he waited<br> Because he’s always wanted me soooo…</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_need_a_guy~1127716/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_need_a_guy~1127716/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/tease_me_like_you_mean_it~1127715/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/tease_me_like_you_mean_it~1127715/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:15:08 +0200 <p>Tease me like you mean it<br> don't just tease me as you do<br> cause ever since I've been here<br> that's the most I get from you</p> <p>Send me lots of letters<br> write me poems by the score<br> but when you say this is the end<br> I wish there might be more</p> <p>I like it when you tease me<br> only, when the time is right<br> so if your feeling isn't real<br> don't keep me up all night </p> <p>Should we be even closer<br> you could tease me every day<br> when I can see or reach you<br> maybe two of us can play</p> <p>We'll tease away the morning,<br> lie all afternoon in bed<br> then if our love is genuine<br> we'll tease the moonlight red.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/tease_me_like_you_mean_it~1127715/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/tease_me_like_you_mean_it~1127715/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_wana~1127709/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/i_wana~1127709/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:12:52 +0200 <p>I wana be one big person<br> I wana be all my dreams</p> <p>I wana be warm and caring<br> the whole of what I seem</p> <p>I wana be tough and giving<br> I wana be gentle and strong</p> <p>I wana be brave and daring<br> Protective, loving and long<br> <br> Wana be to bits and back<br> Wana be always at home</p> <p>To the top<br> of the highest mountain,<br> I wana be yours alone</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_wana~1127709/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_wana~1127709/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/if_god_was_to_want_a_good_party~1127707/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/if_god_was_to_want_a_good_party~1127707/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:12:01 +0200 <p> If God was to want a good party,<br> he'd assemble a family with friends,<br> they'd be healers, workers or artists<br> by a wide river's warm, slow bend.</p> <p>He'd build a fire by an old red barn,<br> a log table to serve and share things,<br> where greetings could turn into yarns,<br> near a tree with a hut and two swings.</p> <p>Happy children would gaggle by ages,<br> playing free and exploring new fun,<br> busy Mums making soul food or salads<br> tall trees giving shade from the sun</p> <p>All would gather to swim in the river,<br> careful diving and slippery as eels,<br> Dads in kayaks for kids not to shiver,<br> native birds not alone with their squeals.</p> <p>Skylines high, rocky pinnacles watching,<br> shiny leaves drifting into deep greens,<br> while the slow moving, fresh, clean water<br> gave all time to reflect on old dreams.</p> <p>By night adults partied,<br> local music to dance to<br> swaying loud by hot flames,<br> full, slow moon to romance to</p> <p>Mingling new and old friends<br> meant the party would last,<br> and the sum of the fun<br> would exceed all the parts</p> <p>Doves would swoop in the sky,<br> helping focus on why<br> all were there, joined in<br> peace, one great loving release</p> <p>As the young and the old mix and play,<br> in the wondrous Kauaeranga Valley<br> they would all wish forever to stay,<br> at their 2004 New Year's eve! </p> <p>[Collaborative effort - BS, JM & RB]</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/if_god_was_to_want_a_good_party~1127707/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/if_god_was_to_want_a_good_party~1127707/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_don_t_believe_in_secrets~1127705/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/i_don_t_believe_in_secrets~1127705/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:11:04 +0200 <p>I don't believe in secrets,<br> so often wrapped in lies<br> I'd rather have all open truth<br> than wonder what to hide</p> <p>To grow I need to trust me,<br> I’ll never know love in fear<br> My honest inner feelings need<br> me safe or bold and clear</p> <p>To hide denies accepting,<br> we need to feel our ground<br> If past returns to haunt us,<br> real lessons must be found</p> <p>In secret, names they label me,<br> some glad I can't recall<br> so many things I cannot do,<br> am no damn good at all</p> <p>Some secrets are of no real base,<br> from rumour, ill, respite.<br> False accusations must be faced<br> for peace or calm at night</p> <p>Such secrets need to be revealed,<br> their curse, they cannot hide<br> Most secrets will, in time, emerge<br> As secrets never die.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_don_t_believe_in_secrets~1127705/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/i_don_t_believe_in_secrets~1127705/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_big_answer~1127699/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/the_big_answer~1127699/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:09:09 +0200 <p>If you could shut out all the others,<br> just be sure of what you need,<br> the big answer should be easy.</p> <p>Free yourself from undue influence,<br> for dependants, beware their future,<br> always consider your parents. </p> <p>Strip away most else, when you are ready,<br> ask yourself the exact question. </p> <p>Based on your dreams or values,<br> weigh and compare all options. </p> <p>Be patient, check fine details,<br> accept sacrifice as needed,<br> demand the honest truth. </p> <p>The big answer may need help,<br> innovation, or time alone.<br> It may also correspond with your fate. </p> <p>If you are at peace with crystal clarity,<br> you will know it, when the big answer hits you.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_big_answer~1127699/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/the_big_answer~1127699/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/mother_nature~1127681/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/mother_nature~1127681/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:05:13 +0200 <p> Mother Nature, wife of God<br> Pray for us, the polluters,<br> now and at the end of our oil</p> <p>Save us from our greenhouse gases,<br> made of men or part methane.<br> As we burn rubber, light the way</p> <p>Let us write our stars as those who<br> once discovered, plundered almost<br> all the petrol, in too few centuries</p> <p>And if no more it can be sold, try<br> not to reinvent fools gold, as water<br> battles rattle super-states worldwide.</p> <p>Forgive our growth and inefficiency,<br> protect us from ourselves, and wish<br> we’d known you as a sister, Mother,<br> rather than a lonely, long lost friend.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/mother_nature~1127681/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/mother_nature~1127681/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/eight_o_clock_late_o_clock~1127676/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/eight_o_clock_late_o_clock~1127676/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:04:27 +0200 <p> Eight o'clock, late o'clock, story time, sleep<br> Eight o'clock, late o'clock in trouble deep<br> Trying out Mama then dragging out Dad<br> Tryin' to be clever, don't mean to be bad<br> Nine o'clock lights out, books all away<br> Night time, dreaming 'til another day</p> <p>Eight o'clock, wake up, breakfast time<br> Walk to school 'cause I don't have a bike<br> Gotta’ get numbers and want to learn words<br> Talking to the brothers or chasing them birds<br> Nine o'clock, line up, school bell's on<br> Ten o'clock snacking to a skipping song</p> <p>Eleven o'clock and teacher knows best<br> Twelve o'clock, noon time, lunch or rest<br> One o'clock, back in, learnin' again,<br> Two o'clock, playing with paints and pens<br> Three o'clock, free o'clock, homeward bound<br> Four o'clock, more o'clock, hear that sound</p> <p>Five o'clock, six o'clock, coming seven<br> Mama's hot dinner, taste's just like heaven</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/eight_o_clock_late_o_clock~1127676/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/eight_o_clock_late_o_clock~1127676/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/what_it_s_like_to_be_a_kiwi~1127670/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/what_it_s_like_to_be_a_kiwi~1127670/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:03:28 +0200 <p>Do you know, what it's like to be a Kiwi?<br> Safe and sound, happy just to be alive?</p> <p>Time to listen or lend a hand as needed,<br> Every day, you can see it in our eyes.</p> <p>Do you know, what it's like to be a Kiwi?<br> Work away, then we party by the moon,</p> <p>We can ski, Ruapehu in the morning,<br> Fish or swim the Coromandel afternoon</p> <p>Do you know, how we grow up in New Zealand?<br> Our free land, where no doors are ever closed,</p> <p>All aboard, it's a fun explorer journey,<br> Free to be, fruit or vegemite and go</p> <p>Do you know, we're the centre of Pacific,<br> Feel the beat, hear our music loud and proud</p> <p>We're a haka, the gumboots and the sheilahs<br> Everywhere, needs a Kiwi in the crowd.</p> <p>Do you know, what it takes to be a Kiwi?<br> Are you brown, pink or wet<br> behind the ears?<br> <i>If you're willing to chip in,<br> The only measure is a grin,<br> </i>Then we can all be Kiwis<br> every loving year!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/what_it_s_like_to_be_a_kiwi~1127670/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/what_it_s_like_to_be_a_kiwi~1127670/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/like_a_snowflake~1127436/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/like_a_snowflake~1127436/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 06:59:05 +0200 <p>Like a snowflake, always different<br> Lady faces, every time</p> <p>As if alive, another space, a<br> flash of nature, fresh, sublime</p> <p>As sweet seduction lights a fire,<br> A warm desire, I need to know</p> <p>No more distractions, silky sheets,<br> roll endless waves, leading me so</p> <p>Only I see, her inner soul or<br> Short of breathing, shaky smile</p> <p>Slowly I fall, off edges, still<br> we climb up higher, oh for time</p> <p>Over, arise or through the night,<br> our silver moon, as spoons we seal</p> <p>I look again, to save a scene<br> Or hear her say, this may be real</p> <p>But then a leg, elbow or arm<br> an ear or look, I see anew</p> <p>My pretty winner, crazy sinner<br> ever angel, all of you.</p> <p>XXX…!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/like_a_snowflake~1127436/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/like_a_snowflake~1127436/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/don_t_be_afraid_of_your_feelings~1127431/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-09-15:/2006/09/15/don_t_be_afraid_of_your_feelings~1127431/Fri, 15 Sep 2006 06:58:05 +0200 <p>Don’t be afraid of your feelings, mister<br> Listen and wonder or why?<br> Where do they come from?<br> Which are all mine, and<br> What always makes them arise?</p> <p>Don’t be afraid of your feelings, miss,<br> A good lady will lead a good herd,<br> Learn how to temper,<br> Remember to mentor, and<br> What re-occurs should be learned</p> <p>Don’t be afraid of your feelings, children,<br> Speak them, if truthful or wise<br> You have your own answers<br> Weigh up real chances, and<br> don’t confuse need with desire.</p> <p>Don’t be afraid of your feelings, soldier<br> Controlling them will make you strong<br> More complete, see your fate,<br> Or, if cruelty you face, stop,<br> As that, is what feelings are for!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/don_t_be_afraid_of_your_feelings~1127431/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/09/15/don_t_be_afraid_of_your_feelings~1127431/#commentshttp://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/06/16/to_know~885258/tag:wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk,2006-06-16:/2006/06/16/to_know~885258/Fri, 16 Jun 2006 09:42:41 +0200 <p>To know is not<br> always, to be sure,<br> more often it's missing<br> something more.</p> <p>Is a name the same<br> as true meaning?<br> Does a cover<br> convey real feeling?</p> <p>Supposing can be<br> like a guess-timation,<br> almost the same as<br> some generalisations.</p> <p>Can we distinguish<br> fact from fiction?<br> Do messages hide<br> in delicate diction?</p> <p>Always busy, using mainly<br> unspecific terms<br> may equal too few facts<br> for so many words.</p> <p>Should sacred print<br> be taken for granted?<br> Does black and white<br> prove all it's answers?</p> <p>With wisdom, wit<br> perspective, depth<br> true understanding<br> balance, breadth,</p> <p>To know is never<br> of one place<br> a yearn to learn<br> our saving grace</p> <p>Whereas to know if<br> based on hunch,<br> may be, not<br> necessarily, much.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/06/16/to_know~885258/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://wordsnnoise.blog.co.uk/2006/06/16/to_know~885258/#comments