The Beach

fading over the eternal horizon

to dance in far off playgrounds

auburn flames streak outward

fighting the days near end

rolling from the white horses manes

the touch of Poseidon’s breath

paints lips with drifting, salty air

lost in the ebb of moon pulled tides

no words break the crashing silence

our hands mingle

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

Unconditional Love

It is as deep as it can be

when I look into their eyes

I see them with a smile

I see myself inside

What is this magic

that brought them to me

so perfect in every way

how can it be

How they were made

I wonder in awe

it was me and her

but there must be more

Such perfection I see

so there has to be

so much more than just us

so much more than just me

When they look at me

it is all they can see

I see it in their eyes

their love for me

I smell them, I watch them

growing so tall

I pick them back up

and never let them fall

It is simple and honest

straightforward no more

the love of your child

is the World, it is all

For they are my future

my hope and my life

I will love and protect them

to the day that I die

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

Anthology of Poetry ~ Of Musings, Love and Life

This is the first time that I have written on my blog without loading a poem, which for some may be disappointing, however it is with great excitement that my first book has been published, an anthology of poetry titled "Of Musings, Love and Life". I know the old saying that everybody has at least one book in them, but I can finally say that mine is no longer in me, it is now in black and white, bound into a book that is now on sale. It is a slightly surreal feeling, but one that brings me great pride when, as I seem to do almost hourly, I flick through the pages with a broad grin across my face!

It has been 8 months since I decided to write the book, and it has been a fantastic journey, not just writing the actual poems, but also learning all of the elements required to get the idea into print and create a finished product. I know I am slightly biased, but it really is beautifully produced.

In the book you will find some very old favorites; The Lonely Tree, The Passing of Ages, Unconditional Love, Smoke Filled Rooms, Lay Down Your Guns, The Little Things and many more. I do hope that you will take the time to buy a copy and enjoy reading the poems as much as I have enjoyed writing them.

Initially the book is available via The Grove Bookshop http://www.grovebookshop.com/ telephone +44(0)1943 609335 or email to: info@grovebookshop.com. In due course it will be listed on Amazon and also made available in ebook format.

For now please enjoy the book and my thanks to all who stop by and read the poems on my blog, and hopefully to all those who will buy the book.

By the fire

The flames glinted wildly, their reflection in my eyes,

all the laughter and the tears, so much joy in my life.

From the love and the loss, to the beauty of my child,

sometimes mellow, sometimes sad, and yet often it was wild.

When the flames began to settle, my future found its way,

in the beauty of her love, we had forever and a day.

Another was still waiting, we lived it to the full,

never parted for a moment, always laughter, never dull.

The flames flickered gently, it was dusk no longer dawn,

in my peace I could reflect, my face was tired and so worn,

as I came to see my past, with a smile behind my eyes,

all the joy my life had brought, sometimes tears fell from my eyes.

Then the flames no longer flickered, they had faded into ash,

yet forever in my memory, I had lived once in the past.

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

If I Were ~ Part 2

If I were a bird

soaring high up in the sky

I would watch the world beneath

see the people and their lies

If I were a whale

wandering seas and oceans deep

I would hide beneath the waves

for my safety I must keep

If I were a lion

roaming through my vast kingdom

I would cower at their guns

until the hunters were all gone

If I were a man

with the world beneath my feet

I would rape it for myself

it is mine for me to keep

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

My Window

Shadows pass never looking in

through murky glass the lights are dim

watching the world pass silently by

sometimes they laugh, sometimes they cry

To glimpse the others from deep within

some tall, some fat, some round, some thin

I wonder where their haste takes them

as I peer from deep within my den

Afraid to venture to the other side

where reality exists, you have to live life

such fear strikes through my fragile soul

behind my window growing ever old

A cocooned world of safety and light

hidden from life, hidden from sight

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

The Connection

Beep, beep. Beep beep

goes my text coming in

when I’m just pressing send

yes we did it again

it’s our pattern you see

being one

~ her and me

Way back in time

when my thoughts were just mine

I really couldn’t see

what she would truly mean

that this love could be

so real

~ for me

It may take it’s time

that love most don’t find

but one day it will rhyme

as you merge into one

with each others thoughts

playing just a single tone

This connection we found

after years milling around

until fate intervened

and made us

it seems,

finally be

we

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe