’Children In The Garden.’
By Mik Smith
They played together in the garden and they were happy.
Everything so fresh and exciting; too young and innocent to have an awareness of wrong.
They chased one another and laughed.
He smiled, she sang.
It did not matter about the time; afternoon, morning, evening.
The air was warm on their skin and their laughter was like silver bells.
The boy and the girl.
The light was gentle; burning amber.
And the breeze (more…)
During the recent snowy spell there has been too much negativity in the media. I was inspired to write a poem about one of the many fine aspects of this wonderful Wintery weather, but I guess if you are not on ski holidays it is sometimes easy to forget the charm. The snow has gone for now, but the weather forecasts say that it may return. I am keeping my fingers crossed, and after reading my poem then you may (more…)
If you have got even a vague interest in art then this blog is worth having a look at. There are two really interesting posts on it about contemporary artists from south Asia. You don’t often get to hear about what style of pictures are being done in India or Pakistan so this makes very welcome reading.
There are also a good variety of other posts on here which should be investigated. These include one about the spray paint pictures (more…)
What follows is a poem I wrote when I was in love a long, long, long time ago. Like a lifetime ago. And I was in love. But things changed. Life moved on and I grew up. I realised he wasn’t actually a very nice person. So I left. But at the time the poem represented how I thought I felt. I still find it powerful. It still reflects how I feel when I am in love with another person. (more…)
So many have been written
We’ve heard them all before
Quaint tales of words quite rhyming
Or emotion a writer insisted to pour
“So what is in this poem?” I say
What topic shall we endure?
Perhaps its time to write a poem
A Poem Like None Before
I step out from behind the crowd
In first person I declare
This poem was meant to bring attention
To how much I really care
Three steps apart for many years
Most (more…)
Tyne Cot - the poem.
You graves that line this placid place Engulfed by trees and green, Remind me of a time that in reality I have never seen. But studied once with great intense
When I was just a lad.
I now I stand
Grave on grave.
The air is thick and sad.
An overwhelming sense of grief For the boys who fought in the war.
Not pride for my country Or ‘Good work chaps!’
Just questions..
‘Why?’
‘What (more…)
We’ve just decided to move and only got a new puppy last week too so I’ve been up to my eyeballs trying to sort out dog insurance as well as sell my property! Crazy I know, but sometimes you can’t time these things. The puppy was supposed to come once we’d moved, but the one we wanted was cheaper than anywhere else and we knew we couldn’t get the same one for that price anywhere else since she’s such (more…)
Here’s another song I wrote after i came through a bad patch in my life. Afterwards I realized that, although it’s a cliche, it’s true when they say ‘It’s what’s inside that counts’. All my outer success came when i worked on myself from the inside.
As a society, so much of the time we’re obsessing about how we look - the latest anti aging skin care treatments, anti aging products, weight loss surgery or other cosmetic surgery and so (more…)
Keep on Keepin’ on lyrics:
Once there was a man who went fishin’
But fishes wouldn’t come his way
What he was wishin’ for was missin’
So he went on his way
As for the fishes, let me tell ya
Well they had problems of their own
Their fins were tired
They just couldn’t find a way to go home
But God said–
Keep on keeping on
Keep on listenin’ to the words of my song
Keep on keeping on
Here’s another song. I wrote it for a friend who was going through a hard time. As a middle aged woman she was terrified of getting older. She used to constantly buy anti aging products and was considering spending a small fortune on weight loss surgery as well. I was trying to convince her that it was just a phase - a mid life crisis - and that it would pass. Here’s what I wrote:
Put it to the back (more…)