Poems of Reality: At One with Life

By Tony Gorman

The Pebble

I am a pebble dropped into the water
Spreading my ripples to all those around
Each little wave bringing hope to the needy
Easing their worries bringing smiles not a frown

Spreading and rippling to far distant boundaries
Drawing in help with its tidal display
And they too will drop pebbles creating more ripples
Lending a hand to the needy as they go day to day

The lesson from this is to help one another
And dont be afraid to spread yourself around
And be like the pebble causing all of those ripples
As those that are dormant are the ones on the ground

I hope my poems were like the pebble and caused ripples of peace and joy in your life as you turned each page.
Many Thanks to those who have bought my book

Tony Gorman

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jan 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493139286

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CONTENTS

Preface

Eternal Scripts

Be Calm

A Fearsome Force

A Ring of Red Roses

Natures Clock

A Life worth Living

Rain

Storm

My Rainbow

New Life

Raindrops

For Whom the Bells Toll

The Sea

Japans Devastation

Hey Jude don’t make it bad

Masquerade

The Beauty of Life

Dawns Delights

Flow like a river

Getting old

Arrivals and Departures

Flame of Life

Clinging on Post-Traumatic Stress

Heart Attack

Growing Old

A Walk through Life (a reflection of all)

Boston Marathon

A Rose by Name

Alone

Pictorial Art

Our World

Reincarnation

The Return Visit

Ladies of the Night

Sound Advice

Engraved Memories

The Dragonfly

Don’t Worry

The Old Picture on the wall

Respect

Rainbow

The White Feather

Our Island

To Create and See

Twilight Zone

On the Ball

The Immigrant

Crazy

Apocalypse Now

My Bright Star

Boundaries of Life

My Star by/Tony Gorman

To Step Beyond the Beyond

Stephenson’s Rocket

A New Door to Open

Heart

Home Comforts

My Beloved

No Rest

Our Blip in Time

Our Everlasting Stories

Reassurance

Resurrection

New Chapter in Life

Feeling Good

My Inner Self

The Artist

A Rocket called Stephenson

Heavens Poet Laureate

Corruption

Roaring Red

A Host of Tiny Angels

Sandy Hook School

My own Beloved Love

My Pole Dancer

The Last Fruits of summer

Our Pal Peter

Insane Minds

The Tide

Wicklow Sean

Davy Jones Locker

A Canadian Dream

The Broxbourne Mill

A Deer Love

Ticking Away

Why, why, why

Marathon Angel of 2012

Our River Lea

The Awakening

Our Treat

A Learned Mind

Nelson Mandela (A Tribute to a Great Man)

A Verse too far

Word Blindness

The Bull and the Crow

Fantasia

The Owl That Squealed

The Farmyard

Chicken Brain

The Sea Dance

The Forest Ball

The Bird’s Choir

The Sound of Music

Porky

Preface

My poems started at a time when I was feeling at my lowest, it was a time when I didn’t care what happened to me, when earth was the last place I wanted to be.

The day my beautiful wife Geraldine died in April 2008 was the day my whole world fell apart and all I wanted was for me to die as well.

My heart was broken by what had happened and I locked myself away unable to sleep as all I could think of was I would never have my love to speak to or hold in my arms ever again.

Where would I go or what would I do without her by my side?

We had always done everything together, she was everything a man wanted in a wife and more, she was a true soul mate and her parting left a void that could never be filled as we always vowed our love would be forever and a day and that’s how it was.

I went back to work after about six weeks compassionate leave and my work mates were very helpful and caring towards me but really all I wanted was to be with my Geraldine wherever that may be.

I carried out my work chores to the best of my ability and at times wished I wasn’t there.

I fumbled through the days up to October and decided to go to my daughter’s birthday party to ease the all-round bereavement we all were feeling.

I drank a lot that night and the following morning I took the family to a local pub for breakfast.

But I was not meant to eat that morning for when the breakfast was placed in front of me I collapsed and when I came around there was a paramedic kneeling by my side asking me my name to see if I was away with the fairies or not.

The next I knew I was on a stretcher being carted out into an ambulance for to be taken to Chase Farm our local hospital in Hertfordshire.

I ended up in a hospital bed wired up to a heart monitor, my daughter Jennie was insisting I had alcohol poisoning from all I drank at her party, but alas she was wrong.

They released me from hospital after a week and it wasn’t until months later that the true reason for me collapsing was found and I was diagnosed with cancer.

In 2009 they started me on Chemotherapy and it was during my early visits to the hospital for my chemo and blood transfusions I started writing my poems.

It seemed to come out of the blue when one of my nurses was setting up the bag of blood to give me a transfusion, I said to her isn’t blood a funny thing to which she replied you should write a poem starting with blood is a funny thing to which I promptly did after acquiring a piece of paper and pen and named it Roaring Red.

I have put the poem in my book as a way of saying thanks to the doctors and nurses of Chase Farm Hospital.

After that I wrote poem after poem and had to keep a pen and paper by the side of my bed to write whatever came into my head so I didn’t lose it.

Every poem comes from my heart whether they’re sad ones or funny ones.

The poems kept my mind off any treatment I was having as I found myself writing about situations around me to which I was now a part of.

I started compiling my poems in a folder and it wasn’t long before I had so many I wondered what I should do with them?

I also started writing poems on an Irish website called cabrahistory.com writing poems to fall in line with different things that people were writing about.

I fast became one of them on the cabrahistory site and they became my on line inspiration and everything I wrote they all showed their appreciation by making me there no:1 poet, that was in 2009 and I’m still writing for them today.

I got such a lift knowing I could make people feel good from things I wrote that I felt a new purpose in life but I still had my cancer to beat and I know Geraldine would have been proud of me as she loved poetry and wrote a poem for me every now and again.

Some of my poems seemed to come out of the blue and I feel that her spirit prompts me in everything I write.

Back in 2009 I thought I might pop my clogs so I decided to put the poems into a book form and get it published so my grandchildren would have something to remember me by, so I did naming my first book Poems from