Message from my guide
When we are needed,
We are by your side,
We're known as guardians,
And sometimes Guides.
When you are ready,
We will show,
For we are with you,
You will know.
Then we will show,
When we are there,
A tingling feeling,
In your hair.
When in church,
Where you are taught,
Just relax,
We are there in thought.
From birth to death,
We are bound,
To walk with you,
Along this ground.
We will help you out,
Bring others through,
This is not fake,
This is true.
With a message,
From the ones they love,
Comes through to you,
From us above.
This will help others
To feel uplifted,
Use your gift,
Because you are gifted.
Written by David Boyce
30 June 2004
In Solitude
Sitting here in solitude,
Overlooking the town.
The trees are looking beautiful,
And the houses are so brown.
The clouds are looking fluffy,
In the shades of light and grey.
It is really peaceful here,
I could sit about all day.
The sounds of small birds singing,
As I sit here in my car.
The small flowers near,
And the city is so far.
The smell of grass is lovely,
Its cut cos its so high.
The sound of the cars tyres,
As the traffic passes by.
I could sit for hours,
In this quiet street.
Overlooking Llandaf,
Where the trees are cut so neat.
Written by Dave Boyce
14 May 2004
Published Cynon Valley Leader 16 Sept 2004
Travelling through the countryside The grass, the trees,
The mountainside,
You're travelling through,
The countryside.
The grass is long in shades of green,
Trees so high and trees so lean,
With autumn brown,
And summer green.
With houses scattered,
Some old, some new,
You're travelling through,
This lovely view.
You're passing fast,
At speeds so high,
The change of clouds,
In the grey - blue sky.
Written by David Boyce
1 October 2004
The Earthquake
I would like to tell you,
What lurks beneath the ground,
It sits there still for many years,
And doesn't make a sound.
Then one day you will feel,
The grounds beneath you shake,
The trees start falling over,
All cables loose like snakes.
Then the floor will open,
Wide cracks along the ground,
And a noise as loud as thunder,
With buildings falling down.
No body has control of it,
The shaking and the sound,
It's deadly and takes many lives,
The earthquake beneath the ground.
Written by
David Boyce
08 December 2004
God Bless all those who have lost their lives in the disaster,
after the earthquake tsuname in December 2004.
Help the families of those who are missing and may not be found by their families,
help the souls of those many children who stood no chance with the waves so strong,
Help them to reach out to the light!
AngelsAs I look up,
I see angels' wings,
I hear the sound,
As the angel sings.
I see the glow,
The brightest light,
This makes me smile,
a wondrous sight.
They look so light,
As they float aloft,
With faces bright,
Which look so soft.
They fade away,
As fast as they came,
The light goes out,
Like a candles flame.
Why did they come,
We'll never know,
With smiles so soft,
And skin like snow.
Written by David Boyce
02 August 2004
Copyright David Boyce 2005
Angels - A message to you
When you look up and see the angel's wings
You think about so many things
Those daily things are you're choices
Because you cant hear the angels voices
Because you live upon this ground
You can't hear the song or the angels sound
When you're asleep we come to you
Within a light so bright and pure.
Written By Dave Boyce
Sept 2004
Becoming bold.
As I relax,
With my guides I see,
The people past,
They are so clear.
I ask for them,
To stand beside,
I feel protected,
There with my guide.
I feel a chill,
It's not the cold,
Loved ones draw close,
Becoming bold.
They give me clues,
Through ways of thought,
With memories,
Of things they bought.
They talk to me,
Like a living being
And they stand there,
As I am seeing.
Written by David Boyce
02 August 2004
The Tower
Into the Tower, we must go
There's people in trouble, We all know.
The towers stretch into the sky
Over one hundred storeys high.
As people run out every way,
They are in trouble they cannot stay.
Down the stairs, they must go lower,
To leave the danger of the tower.
For damage caused to the towers beauty,
We must go in, it is our duty.
As we go high we have to poke,
Because the thickness of the smoke.
It's getting hot as we go higher,
The intense heat of burning fire.
This is real, It's no dream,
As people run, and people scream.
As things drop of the damaged tower,
People hide and people cower.
We did not know it would fall,
We done our duty,
We gave our all.
Written by David Boyce
30 May 2004
WRITINGS SOMETHINGS ARE WRITTEN
IN LOVE AND LIGHT
BY OTHER SOULS
WHO ARE OUT OF SIGHT
SOMETHINGS HAVE MEANING
AND OTHERS DON'T
SOMETHINGS
YOU'LL KNOW
AND SOME YOU WONT
SOMETIMES IT'S WRITTEN
IN UNUSED WORDS
THEY MENTION FLOWERS
AND EVEN BIRDS
IT MAYBE WRITTEN
FOR YOU OR ME
SOME MAYBE FACT
OR PHILOSOPHY
JUST WRITE IT DOWN
IT'S SO INTENSE
IT'S NOT UP TO YOU
TO MAKE GOOD SENSE
WRITTEN BY
DAVE BOYCE
1645 HRS 04/08/04
O' Dad we miss you
O' Dad we miss you O' so much,
It's been a sad long year.
We've thought about you so many times,
And all have shed a tear.
We know we had the best dad,
Of anyone on earth.
You took care of all six of us,
From the days of our birth.
You know we miss your laughter,
Your emotions as you cry.
We ask ourselves here everyday,
For the reasons why?
We know you're always with us,
From the messages we have had.
We know you'll always be there.
Cos you're our loving Dad.
Written by David Boyce
In loving memory of
Frederick James Boyce
04/10/1942 - 13/04/2003
Seasons THE DAFFODILS ARE COMING
AND SOON IT WILL BE SPRING
AND ALSO COMES THE BLUEBELLS
AND THE SUNSHINE IT WILL BRING
AND SOON WILL BE THE SUMMER
THE SUN AND NO MORE RAIN
THE TROUBLE IS THAT WHEN IT'S HOT
THE DROUGHT IS JUST A PAIN
THEN THERE COMES THE AUTUMN
THE LEAVES GO GREEN TO BROWN
THEN SEVERAL WEEKS LATER
THEY ALL COME FALLING DOWN
ALONG COMES THE WINTER
WITH HIGH WINDS AND THE COLD
THE REALLY ICY WEATHER
LIKE THE WINTERS, WE HAD OF OLD
THEN THEY START AGAIN IN SPRING
AND WORK RIGHT THROUGH THE REST
THEY ALL HAVE DIFFERENT MEMORIES
WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE THE BEST?
WRITTEN BYDAVE BOYCE
29/01/04
Ponty Tumble
They came down from the valley's
From many miles around.
The hustle and the bustle,
Of the old market town.
They'd have their weekly meetings
As some lived miles apart.
Their hair was combed back perfect,
And they dressed up really smart.
Standing with his mates,
Looking really coy.
Wearing his leather jacket,
Like a proper teddy boy.
You can hear the voices mumble,
As they have their daily smoke.
Standing on the Tumble
As they have a laugh and joke.
When you're felling unhappy,
Depressed and really down.
Just watch the old T.v. programme,
Of the sixties Ponty town.
Written by David Boyce
01 May 2004
Inspired by the
Wynford Vaughan Thomas History Programme
of Pontypridd Town in which his father,
Frederick James Boyce appeared several times
at the Ponty Tumble.
The footage has been shown on several history programmes.
