Poems for the Positive People

Below are some more poems, from the joy section of my upcoming collection.

Cherish

First moment held in my arms,

Our connection made,

Tiny hands grasping.

The bond created.

Her eyes open, wide and blue

Running, jumping, tumbling,

She does not fall.

Forever growing.

Blonde curls, chubby cheeks,

Conversations spoken,

She is understanding and connecting.

Friendship cemented.

Sunshine, snow, water,

Likes and dislikes,

She is learning.

Growing up.

Stop, for a moment,

Revel in childhood,

I want to cherish this.

Freckles disappearing, legs stretching,

She moves at a steady pace,

Sketching the future.

Talented.

Living, laughing,

She will remember this,

Here, now, in the present.

Loved.

Red Lion

How I adore such a small space,

My joyous and wonderful happy place.

By cliffs we trek and beaches we walk,

Moonlight turned sunlight still we talk.

Bottles smashing overhead,

Snuggled on sofa bed.

Dining in a circular formation together,

I hope for it to stay like this forever.

Those golden springtime’s,

I will surely never forget.

Older we become,

Scared of life losing its fun.

Precious our time is,

This place I will surely miss.

One trip may be our last,

Going by so fast.

Such a seemingly insignificant place I will always adore,

But I love these people even more.

Little Ireland

It’s not like the films or most pictures,

Nobody prances about in their kilts and ginger hair,

If you’re lucky maybe you’ll see locals chugging down smelly mixtures,

Or an adult haggling for a child’s bus fare.

There is no rolling hills or shrubbery green,

Children are not blue eyed and rosy cheeked,

Teenagers will say things you’ll find obscene,

By high school almost everyone has peaked.

There is no valleys smelling fresh,

Nobody has claim to a whiskey fortune,

Almost everyone is on the sesh,

You’ll see old men drunk and acting like a loon.

Although the streets aren’t spotless,

And the air is constantly dank,

Here I was raised I must confess,

Though people may always consider it quite rank.

I can’t say I’d change it for the world not one bit,

This little mining town in the west,

And I’d fight anyone who called it shit,

Even after I’ve flown the nest.

Please don’t be disheartened by my description so blue,

The people are generally great and kind,

It’s not like everyone acts like animals in a zoo,

The happy people like me are not hard to find.

So, if you’ve ever around,

And you’re not fussed about getting tanned,

Then come away on down,

To my town of Little Ireland.

Loved.