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Tim Kitchen, 17 august 2022
Little Man
Little Man.
There was joy, there was sorrow
there was darkness, there was light.
And then you came to be among us
on a cold and winter’s night.
The little miracle, we had hoped for
a gift to a father, of a son.
For this Grandad, a little playmate
And time together, full of fun.
For your Mother, what she hoped for
and it seemed would never come.
A little bundle of hope and joy
her very precious baby son.
With your smile you make us happy
if you’re sad we feel it too.
And our lives are so much better
when we spend our time with you.
You and me, we play together
football, cars, Spider-Man too.
In a world of fun and fantasy
that’s created by me and you.
When you grow to be older
and I can no longer be.
Hold me tight in your heart
and just remember me.
Tim Kitchen, 17 february 2020
A Day In The Life Of Jacob
Even though it rises every day
somewhere, someplace in time.
On a day in the life of Jacob
the sun doesn’t often shine.
A shopping centre is bright and loud
and Jacob is sitting on the ground.
With his head buried in his hands
sensory overload of sight and sound.
People notice as he begins to shout
his Mother scared he’ll run away.
Some think he’s badly behaved
but for him it’s just an Autism day.
Later he escapes to his room
stressed and needing time alone.
A meltdown at dinner hasn’t helped
but he’s calmer now, on his own.
Playing at length on his old guitar
takes his mind to another place.
Where the demons in his head
for a while are not in his face.
Eventually he takes to his bed
and will rise, as soon as it’s light.
Probably won’t have much to eat
appetite dulled by a restless night.
People around him struggle to help
he tries to cope in his own way.
On a day in the life of Jacob
it’s always an Autism day.
But he deserves a chance in life
and we must strive to find a way.
For children like him, with future fears
to be able to seize the day.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
Angel
When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.
We sat together at the breakfast table, with talk of the day ahead
as always you had something to say, to help me clear my head.
The phone rang, one of the children, needing you again
you patiently talked and listened to her, taking away her pain.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have spoken to an Angel today.
When I came home in the evening, at the end of a busy day
you were there at the door to meet me, in your usual way.
I’d never seen you more beautiful, in the clothes you wear
I held you close to kiss you, while my hand ran through your hair.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have seen an Angel today.
Now as I lay beside you, as you sleep, in the dark of the night
I think how you always bring to my life, so much love and light.
Without your love I would be, like a candle without a flame
for the close ones, who share our love, it would be the same.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have loved an Angel today.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
Intimate Strangers.
The poet still writes, the singer still sings
of love, romance and passionate things.
Yet intimate strangers you are today
standing close but seeming far away.
No longer lovers, just husband and wife
but it’s not too late to change your life.
Togetherness can be a lonely place
if it’s just memories you embrace.
Just you two, the kids have grown
flown the nest for loves of their own.
Seems you’ve forgotten how to be
two hearts living in harmony.
But you can still be lovers too
it might just take a smile from you.
Some soft music, the lights down low
doesn’t matter how far you want to go.
Loving is not reserved for the young
it doesn’t have to be a song unsung.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
Alice
As Alice arrives at the Hospital door
a couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.
Alice leans over to reach him
to kiss him for one last goodbye.
A silent tear rolls down her face
as with sadness she begins to cry.
They’d been together a very long time
thinking they had more years to come.
But illness came and frailty ensued
now their life together is done.
After some time by his bed, she left
and on hearing a noise she smiled.
Coming from a nearby maternity suite
it was the cry of a new born child.
She sees the same couple as before
next morning when collecting his things.
And smiles, as she sees their baby boy
as one life ends, and a new one begins.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
Faith.
My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
My Father’s beliefs were always strong
perhaps somehow I got it all wrong.
In spite of those hymns I love to sing
for me it’s more a borderline thing.
But I see things in a different way
I don’t spend time praying each day.
For me God’s love is practical too
shared with others in the things we do.
Through help we give to those in need
whoever they are, whatever their creed.
A man lies bleeding in the dark of night
prayer won’t save him and make him alright.
A helping hand will, so that’s what I’ll do
and he may feel God’s love there too.
Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong
but this is how me and faith get along.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
Where Wild Flowers Grow.
Children playing in the evening sun
running around, just having fun.
Dogs chasing balls happy to play
rolling in the grass late in the day.
A couple sitting on the ground
trying not to make a sound.
Where so much happened, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.
This was a place long before
where men shed blood in a war.
A place of such horror and pain
where men fought and men were slain.
Living in trenches with blood stained pools
with weapons of war, their only tools.
It’s hard to imagine, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.
Fledgling birds are trying to fly
into the bright evening sky.
Someone there is trying to pray
children think it’s a place for play.
But you can still clearly see
where the trenches used to be.
Life is so different, than long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.
An old man stands on his own
he seems content to be alone.
With tears rolling down his face
haunted by memories of this place.
He was here when he was young
cold and scared carrying his gun.
When life was harsh, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.
Tim Kitchen, 18 december 2013
Christmas Eve
Door bells ringing, children singing
Christmas songs, just for you.
Joy they bring, with smiling faces
hoping for a coin or two.
Church bells ringing, choirs singing
Christmas carols by candlelight.
As the faithful come to worship
on this special holy night.
Lights are on the Christmas tree
pretty colours reflect on the wall.
Excited little ones, trying to sleep
hoping Santa, will come to call.
In the church they speak of shepherds
and angels coming from above.
Of how Christ was born of Mary
the prince of peace and love.
There are parties, with happy people
who are full of Christmas cheer.
Dancing, singing and laughing
and enjoying their food and beer.
At the church, the mass is over
so the congregation drift away.
Night becomes a new tomorrow.
and at last, it’s Christmas day.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Strolling By the Sea
Winter has its sparkle, but not for me today
my thoughts have turned to summer, not so far away.
With mild and lighter evenings and days so warm and long
I think of all the things I can do, when summer comes along.
But I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you, strolling by the sea.
So I will take some time away, to be alone with you
and we will find a rocky cove, where the sea is blue.
As we watch the children play, we’ll wonder at it all
then I’ll steal a kiss from you, as the waves caress the shore.
And I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you strolling by the sea.
We’ll take a walk across the cliffs, up where the seagulls fly
and watch the sea crash on the rocks, as the clouds drift by.
Then we’ll stroll down to the beach, to find a shell or two
and watch the surf ride on the tide, just glad it’s me and you.
The winter has us in its grip, now snow has fallen too
but my thoughts are of summer days, just being alone with you.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Just One Child.
Maybe, just one child is all it would take
born into this world of conflict and hate.
To grow up with a voice all men would hear
who would speak of peace, not war and fear.
Someone who would bring the world peace
and encourage all wars and cruelty to cease.
A man, or woman, the world would listen to
I’m just a man with a simple point of view.
But could it be, it’s already happened before
and no one will listen to anyone anymore.
Perhaps we just need it all to happen again
but would we just listen and carry on the same.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
Goodnight Kiss.
Living in another world
singing a different song.
Keeps me away from you
it’s been for far too long.
So I’ll take the early plane
to get back home tonight.
I can’t get to sleep anymore
if I can’t kiss you goodnight.
Never wanted to go away
but I just thought I should.
Doing things, the best I can
to bring about some good.
I need to be home again
singing a familiar song.
Knowing I am with you
back where I belong.
I’m taking the early plane
to be home with you tonight.
Knowing we’ll be together
and I can kiss you goodnight.
Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013
The Christmas Box.
Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the lights from the tree, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago and Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
it was full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks!
The biggest present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and an Airfix kit for him to build a Lancaster aeroplane.
Also there to his delight, was a holster with a toy silver gun
and some favourite Dinky Toys, for him to have some fun.
It was definitely going to be a time, to play and play all day,
and later, when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
he took off his shoes and climbed into it, wearing his new football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
a cardboard box had turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
( Christmas time, when I was a boy)
Tim Kitchen, 14 november 2012
Where Are They Now
Is my Mother with the angels
in her heavenly seat.
And does she watch over me
with angels at her feet.
When I think of how she lived
I feel like I’m with her again
Does she know of all my faults
and love me just the same.
I wonder where my Father is
does he stand at heaven’s door.
And does he know, I write poetry
just like he did before.
When my heart is in my poetry
it feels like I’m with him too.
Does his spirit help me to write
the way he’d want me to do.
Are they together in a heavenly place
with the Lord they wanted to see.
And do they think I live my life
how they’d want me to be.
Tim Kitchen, 14 november 2012
Close To Me
When I awake from my dreams
on each new day morn
I turn and find you near to me
your body soft and warm.
I take you in my loving arms
and hold you close to me
for I can only face the day
knowing your love for me.
As I go about my days
life’s pressures all around
my thoughts drift back to you
and the love that we have found
I think of when you’re close to me
and all those things you do
till I just want the time to come
when I’m back home with you.
When the day is over
and I’m lying there with you
I take you in my arms again
feeling love for you
our hearts, entwined as one
two lovers in the night
and I will hold you close to me
until the morning light.
Tim Kitchen, 14 november 2012
The man you see.
He goes to work each morning often before it’s light
careful to remember the things he must get right.
The traffic is often heavy the sky is often grey
but he has to make the best of things to get him through the day.
He goes back home each evening sometimes after dark
too late to see those he loves and take them to the park.
He feels a little weary with nothing much to say
and slowly drifts off to sleep too tired to save his day.
But deep in the heart of the man you see
lives the man he wants to be
free to live life, his own way
true to himself, every single day.
A man who can make dreams come true
a man like me, a man like you.
A man who can set his spirit free
to be the man he wants to be.
He goes to work each morning the sky is often grey
and it’s, just another day, just another day………….
Tim Kitchen, 14 november 2012
Christmas Is Here.
Decorations are in shop windows
yuletide music is all we can hear.
Pretty lights shine in the town centre
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Plans are made for friends to meet
to celebrate with food and beer.
Neighbours are putting up trees
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Soldiers have come home on leave
kissing loved ones, shedding a tear.
People travel to be with families
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Children practice the nativity plays
we love so much this time of year.
Choirs can be heard singing carols
making it feel like Christmas is here.
Very soon the turkey will be cooking
for the family meal we hold so dear.
Excited children will open presents
then we’ll be saying ‘Christmas is here!’
Tim Kitchen, 14 november 2012
The House On The Hill
He remembers their first time, in the evening chill
near to the cornfield behind the house on the hill.
Where the old folks live who are lost behind its door
and don’t know where, or who they are any more.
He visits her most days, she often doesn’t know who he is
at the house on the hill, where she now needs to live.
Sometimes she looks at him with a certain look in her eye
and he knows that look and he tries hard not to cry.
He wonders if somewhere behind those troubled eyes
the woman he loved so much somehow still survives.
And just occasionally in a moment of lucid thought
she remembers the times when her life was less fraught.
The time they were young lovers, passionate and free
and so happy to be married in the spring of fifty three.
The children they raised and all their cute little ways
and the sounds of Sinatra and Minnelli, on the airwaves.
He sits in his chair gazing through the window each night
up to the house on the hill, until the last moment of light.
Wondering if she looks down at the place she called home
and if she really knows he still lives there, all alone.
Tim Kitchen, 28 december 2011
Keep Love's Candle Burning.
Someone has left you there all alone
doesn't even bother to pick up the phone.
No more cosy evenings in any more
and no one to welcome you at your door.
But you can find a way to get through
so don't let love's candle burn out on you.
It's hard to face the future with a broken heart
but you'll move on when you're ready to start.
Life will slowly get better as time goes by
and you can get through this, you just have to try.
You can find love again you know that it's true
so don't let love's candle burn out on you.
I know sometimes you just want to sit down and cry
thinking no one understands how you feel and why.
We all know you have a lot of love to share
and there will be someone for you out there.
So we'll all just keep on loving you like we do
but don't let love's candle burn out on you.
Tim Kitchen, 28 december 2011
I Missed Them All Today.
I missed my wife today
while she had to be away.
Realised how lonely I'd be
if she wasn't here with me.
Without her love and smile
life wouldn't be worthwhile.
I missed my wife today.
I missed my children today
seeing them happily at play.
Sunny days and ice creams
bedtime stories before dreams.
The've grown up and moved on
now my little ones are gone.
I missed my children today.
I missed my father today
working Monday to Friday.
Taking us out on Saturday
preaching in church on Sunday.
Taken from us far too young
long before his life was done.
I missed my father today.
I missed my mother today
busily getting through the day.
Dinner cooking, smelling good
afternoon read when she could.
Never a moan, often a smile
looking after us, all the while.
I missed my mother today.
I missed them all today.
Tim Kitchen, 28 december 2011
War Child
Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed
don't listen to the sounds of bombs nearby.
Just close your eyes and try not to cry
and let your brother sing you a lullaby.
And don't listen to the noise of the guns
as the bullets flash by your door, don't cry.
Just think of the peace found in sleep
while your brother sings you a lullaby.
Little girl, as you sleep in your bed
when you dream, try not dream of the day
When the soldiers came with their guns
and took your father away.
And when you wake up to a new day
looking for the sun, through dust and smoke.
Try to find some hope in that terrible place
as you and your brother strive to cope.
Little girl, war is the world of grown ups
and there is nothing you can do.
Even if you tell them of your fear and sorrow
no one will listen to you.
But when the war is over and done
and you no longer here an exploding shell.
Maybe your young life will be a better place
more like heaven and less like hell.
Tim Kitchen, 26 december 2011
All I Need Is You.
Quiet meal, just the two of us
is something we still like to share.
It's always easier to be ourselves
when no one else is there.
Slow dance is still our favourite dance
you and I together, me holding you near.
While you listen as I softly whisper
words of love in your ear.
Gentle passion, that's how we want it
when you share your love with me.
Still romantic and always tender
that's how we like it to be.
Night falls and your share my pillow
feels good holding you close like I do.
Dawn breaks and then you kiss me
And I know all I need is you.
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1 may 2024
violetta
Tak;)
1 may 2024
kb
złotej*
1 may 2024
kontoler żłotej poświaty
1 may 2024
samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
1 may 2024
romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
1 may 2024
ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
1 may 2024
interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
1 may 2024
jakby trzy style w jednej substancji :)
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ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
29 april 2024
Nie jest niczym podyktowany:)
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sam53
nic nowego, wszystko mam pod kontrolą... tak
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a jak wygląda nieromantyczny pocałunek...?
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