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Daves 2014 Poems - April to June
All my poems written in April , May & June 2014 will be added to this page. I have already written 526 Poems between September 2003 and the end of 2013. I have also Published 3 Books available via Lulu.com . Enjoy reading my poems. 42 Poems written in 2014 = 568 .
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Superstitions. I was asked if I am superstitious,
Because of my religious beliefs today,
I replied "I don't think I am",
But it's really hard to say. Morning magpies I don't salute,
I will walk upon cracked paving,
Broken mirrors don't bother me,
And found pennies simply go into the savings. Some people steer clear of ladders,
And the number thirteen,
They hate to see the number 666,
Because they think it is mean. Many people live their daily lives in fear,
But it's not their fault,
Even if they spill a condiment,
Over their shoulder goes a pinch of salt. Superstitions are a mind manipulation,
Some are good and others bad,
They put negative thoughts in people's brains,
And can make many feel really sad. Written by David Boyce
07 April 2014
Honesty. Be honest throughout your life,
Try to be honest each and every day,
Be honest dealing with issues,
And good should come your way. Be honest to yourself,
Be honest to others,
Be honest to your parents,
To your sisters and your brothers. Honesty is vital,
To live life with integrity,
This will help your growth,
And help your path of spirituality. Although you may be honest,
Remember many people will lie,
They will suffer their consequences,
On the day which they die. As long as you are honest,
And live life to the best,
Feel fulfilled and happy,
And don't worry about the rest.
Written by David Boyce
08 April 2014
I miss you every morning dad. I miss you every morning dad,
I pray for you at night,
I know you walk beside me now,
Although you're out of sight. I remember your laughter,
The things you taught me in life,
You helped me when you could,
And sometimes got me out of strife. I remember you as large as life,
And when you went really thin,
But your cwtches were still massive,
Because the heart was still huge within. It broke our heart when you left us,
Many tears have fallen since that day,
We all remember the times with you,
In our own very special way. You were amazing father,
You were not just a dad by name,
Where ever we need help,
It was my dad who came Today we will have a little cry,
To add to the rest we have already shed,
Because it's eleven years you've left us dad,
And we miss you so much Fred ! Written by David Boyce
13 April 2014
Admiring the welsh valleys. Standing on top of the mountain,
Looking down at the view,
The different shades of greenery,
With the sky grey and blue. As I look at the horizon,
Along the rough terrain,
The sky becomes darker,
With the mist of the rain. The distance becomes hazy,
As the misty clouds move in,
You can see shadows casting,
As the drizzle begins. Although we may not like it,
We can't really complain,
Because the beautiful valleys,
Require sun and the rain. As the rain passes by,
I keep looking at the view with pleasure,
Admiring the welsh valleys,
Walking at our own leisure. Written by David Boyce
23 April 2014
There is nothing like a mothers love. There is nothing like a mothers love,
To comfort you each day in your life,
They will always be your mother,
Even if they are not a wife. A mother will nurture you,
From the time you are conceived,
Once you feel the motherly love,
You will never want to leave. Through life we have our ups and downs
And your mother will always care,
Because you will always feel her love,
Even when she is not there. In times of heartache and trouble,
Think of your mother's love,
Because she will always be there with you,
Whilst in the heavens above. God Bless ! Written by David Boyce
23 April 2014
A world full of conflict.
In a world full of hatred,
Political views and unrest,
A world full of conflict,
Many religious views unjust.
Killing civilians without cause,
Because of the area they are in,
Many times it's purely random,
Due to the colour of their skin.
Religious fights continue on,
From hundreds of years ago,
Some fighting causes due to stories told,
From a young age as they grow.
Everybody needs a religion,
No matter what their god is called today,
Because in times of pain and suffering,
One day we may need to pray.
Written by David Boyce
05 May 2014
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Lucky in life. You may be lucky in life,
To become a parent,
Hopefully there will be a good bond,
And be as solid as cement. Although you may have a child,
Many parents may be parted,
Be there to support them through life,
From the day their heartbeat started. Many issues may need to be resolved,
But don't act like kids in school,
It's their future you could ruin now,
Don't use the children as a bargaining tool. You may be lucky to be a parent,
Nurture them through life's troubles,
And the love and respect you will gain,
Will be definitely more than double.
Written by David Boyce
27 April 2014
Floating like a feather. Floating like a feather,
So white and solitude,
As barren as a desert,
And as pure as a baby nude. A feather so light and pure,
In the wind it floats so high,
So solitude and non-descript,
As it floats throughout the sky. They come in many shades and colours,
Multi-coloured, black and pure white,
They say the white is from your angels,
Who are with you, but out of sight !
Written by David Boyce
27 April 2014
Through life. Through life we will all be tested,
And we may have to make a choice,
Sometimes we act with intuition,
Or simply listen to our inner voice. Decisions sometimes made quickly,
May not always turn out right,
Leaving you with stressful days,
And unable to sleep enough at night. It's often better to take a little time,
To obtain all of the facts you need,
This may help you in the long term,
To sow a better futures seed. In life you will be taught many lessons,
And embedded within your soul,
By learning from the mistakes you've made,
You will get to your required goal.
Written by David Boyce
28 April 2014
As the spring turns towards summer. I hear the birds tweeting loudly,
See squirrels scurrying along the ground,
Small animals gathering vital food,
Insects flying all around. Horses chewing on the pastures,
Sheep and their lambs upon the fields,
Farmers working their crops daily,
Hoping for this year's yields. As the spring turns towards summer,
And the trees colours become vibrant green,
Many photographs will be taken,
For these wonderful sights to be seen. The brightness will make people happier,
As they can walk along the hills and vales,
It's great to have the pleasures,
Of living here in Wales.
Written by David Boyce
03 May 2014
Trackside mess. The contractors don't care anymore,
They just go away and leave a mess,
Leaving things they no longer want or need,
Along the many miles of Railway Cess. Abandoned sleepers, pallets and old ballast,
And the old ton bags they were delivered in,
Left to decay and just get sodden,
This is a natural disaster and a sin. Bags of ballast, cement and shingle,
Bought for work and never utilised,
Left because of pure laziness,
By contractors who have no pride. Many items left and discarded,
Will be covered in undergrowth beside,
Until the autumn weather takes its toll,
There they will stay and hide.
Written by David Boyce
03 May 2014
You will forever be in our hearts. Last night when I lay down to sleep,
With tears I could not hide,
Full of hurt and bitter sorrow,
And a loss so deep inside. I heard of people grieving,
Full of anger and pain,
Who say the loss of a partner,
Can drive you insane. The thought that you will no longer be there,
With the banter you would say,
Whilst the little memories of things you did,
Come flooding back every day. You know your loss is massive,
And it's hard to know where to start,
Your love and memories are here for eternity,
And you will forever be in our hearts.
Written by David Boyce
10 May 2014
Brightest star up in the sky. May the lords' angels look down upon you,
As you grieve your loss today,
We can only imagine your deep sadness,
As you remember them in your own special way. A loss of someone so special,
Is always very sad,
Especially when there are children here,
Who are now grieving for their dad. We will all soon join as one,
Together to say our last goodbye,
And we will remember all those we have loved and lost,
As the brightest star in the sky.
Written by David Boyce
09 May 2014
The village bench It may look like a village bench,
Looking old and worn and tattered,
But this is where people can relax,
Whilst out walking and feel shattered. The view will change every day,
As the season flows,
The trees and flowers looking nice,
As they just start to grow. It may just look like an old bench to you,
To many it is where they meet their friends,
Their daily chats or weekly walks,
Or they relax before their day ends. A bench is sometimes positioned,
Not in the sun but in the shade,
Many are wood and concrete for strength,
To last for generations they are made. Written by David Boyce
16 May 2014
A wise man. A wise man once said to me,
Be careful what you say,
Because some people make assumptions,
Although you may not have meant it that way. A wise man once said to me,
Money isn't everything,
Tomorrow is another day,
Wait and see what it will bring. A wise man once said to me,
Be kind to somebody every day,
And for those who are very ill,
At night kneel down and pray. A wise man once said to me,
Be careful for what you hope,
Because big things become a burden,
And you may not be able to cope. A wise man once said to me,
Look after your mam when she is sad,
Because he had to leave us too early,
That wise man was sadly my Dad ! Written by David Boyce
17 May 2014
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The train Journey. As the train moves off, With slow moving wheels, Going around the bends, With it making little squeals. The train moves quicker, With a clickety clack, The scenery passing faster, As we go running down the track. You can hear the blasts, As the loud horn sounds, Warning the track workers we approach, Who are upon the ground. The train starts to go slower, With gasps of frustration, But the people start to smile, Now they are arriving at their destination. Written by David Boyce 03 June 2014
Eagle verses man. Like an eagle flying over, The barren dessert land, Looking for movement, Along the miles of sand.
A fight for survival, A morsel just to feed, Not using more than required, Out of pure greed.
For what is caught is needed, To keep that breed alive, And what is left for another day, Will help it to survive.
An eagle has survived generations, With these morals embedded in their souls, It is like Eagle verses man's stupidity, Because we will all get to our goals.
The moral of this poem, Is easy to understand, Use only what is needed in life, And not everything at hand.
Written by David Boyce 06 June 2014
Hands. You use your hands for many tasks,
Throughout your on lifetime,
You can use your hands for gestures,
Or to assist some people in sign. You use your hands to touch,
And to caress the ones you love,
You use your hands together to pray,
For your loved ones up above. You use your hands to carry for others,
So they can go that extra mile,
Or to touch a person's upset face,
And help them just to smile. You use your hands in darkness,
For the right direction to feel,
You use your hands to massage,
And you can spiritually heal. You use your hands to press the buttons,
And turn on and of switches,
You use your hands to rub your body,
And scratch it when it itches. You use your hands to eat your food,
And to help set the table,
Unfortunately we don't all have hands,
So consider those who are disabled Written by David Boyce
09 June 2014
They want to give us messages all day. I know I cannot see them,
But I sense them all the time,
And when I ask them questions,
They send a shiver down my spine. They will say a few words for others,
To confirm I am on the right path,
This often shocks the people I am with,
And often makes them laugh. Don't be upset if I give you a message,
They don't come to give us sorrow,
Only to confirm your loved ones are ok,
And to look ahead for your tomorrows. I work closely with my spirit guides,
And open up when it is ok,
We have to learn to work safely,
Because they want to give us messages all day. Written by David Boyce
12 June 2014
Growing up in the seventies. We would hide in the pea-shooters,
We would hide up in the trees,
We would play a game called fox and hounds,
And be out as long as we pleased. We would go and play trappers,
Near the river and the rails,
We would dig and hide traps,
Along the long narrow trails. We would get old wheels from anything,
Many hours it would take,
We would build a gambo,
And ride it until it breaks. We went up on old derelict farm houses,
And climbed up along the gable ends,
We would throw acorn pines and crab apples at each other,
Even injured we were still friends. The seventies were really great,
In dammed up rivers we swam,
We learnt many lessons about danger and hazards then,
Today it makes me who I am! Written by David Boyce
30 June 2014
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Last Updated - 6th July 2014
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