The Blooming Bard roams inconspicuously in his native habitat in Ireland's Ancient East. By day, his energies are in public service, whilst by night, he can be found typing away, quietly reflecting on the day's events.
I’m searching for some words,
A loving message to convey;
A secret code between us both,
For the things we just can’t say.
It’s always been a struggle
To express just how we feel;
And as the ending beckons,
We’re too raw to break the seal.
I want to say ‘I love you’
‘Thanks for all you’ve done’
‘I’ll miss you every day my love’
‘I’m sad the time ha
I’m searching for some words,
A loving message to convey;
A secret code between us both,
For the things we just can’t say.
It’s always been a struggle
To express just how we feel;
And as the ending beckons,
We’re too raw to break the seal.
I want to say ‘I love you’
‘Thanks for all you’ve done’
‘I’ll miss you every day my love’
‘I’m sad the time has come.’
Might need to say ‘I’m sorry’,
Forgive you too, perhaps?
Lighten loads we carry,
Make amends for any lapse.
I want to say farewell each day,
For we truly know not when,
Time may catch us unaware,
So, ‘until we meet again’.
The Blooming Bard
My child, this grief you give yourself,
Needs turning inside out;
For every critical knock you feel,
I see a sensitive soul no doubt!
And every time I hear you say,
‘I’m just not good enough’,
I see your wish to be your best,
Though, managing this can be tough!
It’s hard, I know, when peers are mean,
Makes you sad and feel left out;
They need more
My child, this grief you give yourself,
Needs turning inside out;
For every critical knock you feel,
I see a sensitive soul no doubt!
And every time I hear you say,
‘I’m just not good enough’,
I see your wish to be your best,
Though, managing this can be tough!
It’s hard, I know, when peers are mean,
Makes you sad and feel left out;
They need more of the empathy,
You radiate all about!
And if someone should pick on you,
Thinks a target you might be,
This is but your practice ground
To find a braver path, you’ll see!
So, for now, just try to give a smile,
The next time you do see,
A negative thought entering your head,
And wonder, what else it might be?
The Blooming Bard
First thing in the morning,
As she lays there by my side;
I reach out with a tender touch,
And wake her with a slide.
And from that early greeting,
She bursts with things to tell,
We gaze into each other's face,
She'll even ring my bell.
And before I’ve said ‘good morning’,
To my wife on the other side,
She shines her light into my eyes;
Our conscio
First thing in the morning,
As she lays there by my side;
I reach out with a tender touch,
And wake her with a slide.
And from that early greeting,
She bursts with things to tell,
We gaze into each other's face,
She'll even ring my bell.
And before I’ve said ‘good morning’,
To my wife on the other side,
She shines her light into my eyes;
Our consciousness’ collide.
She’s with me everywhere I go,
Can’t bear to be apart,
She’s there in sickness and in health,
She’s in my mind and heart.
I'm really quite attentive,
I check throughout the day,
To see if she is feeling low
Or has something new to say.
And when I go to bed at night,
It may sound a clichéd dream,
To have two lovers by my side
- Oh stop, I'll keep it clean!
So there I was, or so I thought,
A threesome was in store,
But “Move over” – 'twas my wife that said,
“Make room for just one more!”
“We need to have a talk”, says she,
And pointed to her side,
“This Apple is so tasty,
- my love I cannot hide.”
And so it is each night,
When bed I finally go,
My wife is there already,
With a touch of afterglow!
The Blooming Bard