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White Foam on Green

 

White foam on green

nine waves are seen

their jaws all jut

their eyes washed shut

the oarsmen row

the waves they know

will wash them back

to shore in sacks

white foam on green

they taste the breen

they are no fools

for the sea's cruel

they set the sail

when the wind wails

the kraken gropes

at well made rope

white foam on green

all eyes are keen

all faces white

rowing with fright

grip of kraken

knives make slaken

all sinews steam

'gainst nixie screams.

 

Aaron Thomas

 

TRIP TO RAMSEY ISLAND

 We slowly chugged across to Ramsey from St
Justinian. Waves bounced off the boat’s prow
showering us with salt spray. Sunbeams sparkled on
the rippling water on this slightly breezy summer day.

Porpoises backs arose out of the sound and seals
heads bopped up near the rocks like corks, all
cuddly and round. The colony of seals lying beach
watched us, anxiously holding their ground

Above the boat a herring gull screeched and
Kittiwakes soared round the cliffs where no human
being ever reached, On a nearby strand Lobster-pots
and stormed-damaged debris lay beached.

On the rocks we spied limpets and mussels and
looked into the deep, mysterious pools. Nearby we
heard the secret rustle of rats under the rocks.
Natures ways had replaced the urban bustle.  

Quinton Douglas

How wonderful it is to be me!!!

 For now my life is over.
For now a new start’s begun,
Forever a four leaved clover,
And the start of lots of fun!!

A life lost, and not lost,
The end of the beginning afresh!
Illness all past and not forgot,
Battles all fought and no mess!

War over and fight to move on.
Brave medals all won by me
Forever, for now, all gone,
War won and spirit set free!

Perseverance has paid off at last,
Now I can let go of the past.

Angela

 Endless summer days

Golden sun
Flickering through the trees
Dancing on waves of the sea
Bare feet on springy grass
Footprints on the sand
Shimmering blue sky
Shapely clouds drifting by
Coolness of an ice cream
A refreshing breeze
Endless summer days

Jenny

                                              Words without meaning

You said that you care.
You said that I could trust you.
You promised you'd protect me.
But I guess they were words
with no meaning.

You promised you'd be there.
You promised you'd always be there
no matter what.
But at the end of the day they were words
with no meaning.

Why did you lie?
Why make promises you'd never keep?
You hurt me so bad.
You said I was bad,
should have been drowned at birth.
Why make promises to love and protect
when the words had no meaning to you.

You never were a Dad to me.
You just put me down,
made me cry,
made me feel bad.
I wanted to die.
But now the word Dad has no meaning to me.
And it's all because of you.

Tricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

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