A Complete Works of My Poems: Part 2

By Terry J Powell

The second in the set of complete collections. Another 200 poems of unexplored poems of yet again an inexpensive and affordable book. These are a totally unexplored journey through th elife myself and others.

The poems are not of one place individually, but of many places and many events, observations, and experiences of others and my own personal circumstances.

Dont Forget both books are in paperback and E book format. You may want to check out my Audio book under the name of: The Come and Read Me Book of Poems

Many thanks Terry J Powell

• Language: English
• Publisher: Legend Press
• Release date: Nov 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781787191846

Book preview

WIND

BOOK 1

My Very 1st written poem

Worlds

Isn’t it a funny thing that we altogether brings

A handshake across the net that sings

Different races and people met

Right across the internet

Binary travelled at impulse speed

Bringing warmth and friendship we need

Although different cultures made

Other lifestyles and roles we played

Our separate views and other waves

We all relate in different ways

All together and as one

We laugh and joke and have our fun

But each has a story told

And each a diplomat in the fold

To proud to speak and shy to say

Unless that special friend comes your way

And secrets in whisper boxes to be told

To be kept and to behold

We converse and tend to join in speech

To make a friend or friends in reach

This international melting pot

That we all enjoy a lot

Special thanks to all the Hosts, who police worlds for safety most

And hope all the friends both new and old are near

Thanks to one and all I’m off now and finished here

A visit to Wales in past times

In the late fifties, I remember a visit to Relations in Wales as a child

Small winding, Twisting, Climbing roads in rugged mountain wild

I remember rows of mining company houses, back to back

Daunting slagheaps, shrouded in dirty, dusty, black

Men dressed in flat caps, long coats, and mining leather boots

And a nation forbidden keeping their roots,

Spoken welsh not allowed to say

Language outlawed, with identity all taken away

The once great heart of a Celtic race

Torn forlornly out, for coal, slate, and granite, to take its place

I saw dire poverty, felt the pangs of hardship that owners of the mines make

As those who were exploited, but strangers always

welcomed with best china and a piece of cake

Lately I’ve seen the wonderful changes, and I’m glad that

Wales has been returned

To a land of singing and welsh tradition, that its sons and daughters earned

All those years of family’s hearts that burned

Was a hard lesson that fathers and mothers learned

Well Welsh people you can all hold your heads up high

You all revived a country that nearly did die

Country Church

The country church stands on a lonely hill

Ringing the call on Sunday morning for the congregation to fill

That solemn tolling of its distant bell

Echoes across field, hollow vale, and dell

Majestic and daunting there you stand

Central for parishes to worship within you, near at hand

Your facade of warm sandstone that gargoyles decorate

As they sit on niches pulling faces to be ornate

Columns rise high above arched door

To meet with old red tiled floor

Stained glass windows that have a tale to be told

Stories of the past and gone by from eons old

Lush green trees fit like a comfortable coat that does wrap around

To bond with flowered and grassy ground

Epitaph and stone tablets stand proud

A rest in peace, the place, away from the crowd

The entrance stands scared, from cuts in its wall

From those who sharpened battle swords, when they came to call

Old records of the English civil wars

A place to enforce god and country’s ancient laws

The heart of the community of history’s time

Set upon and ancient and distance line

A row of English churches set from north to south on the map

The length and breadth of our countries lap

Old and historic there for all the world to see

As you nestle amongst the group of leafy tree

And yet you are know by your old ringing bell

The call for worshipers that they know very well

The past frozen as if part of the earth

A place of recorded of deaths and birth

Disaster Days

Do you ever get days like this

Where everything falls apart, and you want run away and give the day a miss

Coffee spilt that’s starts the day

The start of disasters coming your way

You put on the stereo to soothe your sole and Blow me the tape deck don’t play

The light in the bathroom has just blown

The constant ringing on the phone

Always never rings normally unless you’re in the bath, the shower, or the loo

The indignant things it makes you do

Toast burning in the toaster that’s set on low

The smoke alarm screaming so

All the commotion and there goes the door

Some religious sect, asking if you believe in the lord

Have I saved all these disasters in a hoard?

The iron burning on the ironing board

And wondering if there is any more?

Trying politely to close the front door

After time these things are sorted and calmed down

These things settled and you just come round

This is what life can at times be like

And in the end, wrong is put right

Just another day, in a normal way

To everyone have a happy day

The realm of the Beast

The gathering masses gathered round

On fiery burning brimstone ground

The entire multitude in suffering in eternal pain

As the beast that ruled rose up again

He stood on obelisk that reached the sky

And looked on his minions with evil eye

As he raised his hand

To order his command

I am the face of many you all know well

Lord and sovereign over hell

Here in my domain

I inflict my pleasure of pain

I own your souls to do with what I please

To amuse myself at my whim to tease

Your very existences I do own

As he sat upon his throne

Misery is my pleasure

To toy with you at my own leisure

Stand against me you cannot win

For all those you are mine, those who committed sin

And as for those in the future who are yet to do

A sin of any kind I will be waiting for you

I have an eternity to wait for souls to receive

Those souls I will retrieve

The Vile beast rose to his feet and let out a vile laugh

Rubbed his hands and his cruel eyes burned like a fiery hearth

Sin if you dare

Because in hell, I’ll be waiting there

Hopelessness

Who was it, who said peruse you’re dreams?

It’s not as easy as it seems

For every realistic, idealistic pursuit

Is blocked, and thrown down the rubbish shoot

Only to be left, fallen by the way sides

Where only misery resides

To a tune of utter hopelessness

Ending in a total mess

And the greed of others, take your possession

To reap your reward is their only progression

Steal away

Your light of day

All that you have worked for

Has gone out the door

Destiny is to keep you poor

Keeping you firmly on the floor

Honest sweat

Is your sure bet

Making do

Is what this means to you

Frustrated screams

Follow your dreams?

I don’t think so

The end result I know

The only sure way

Is to live day to day

Island of dreams

I dreamt of you my darling, the other night

Together on an exotic island of sheer delight

I held you gently in my arms

On sandy beaches, under tropical palms

The warmth of your pursed lips gently kissed mine

Oh heaven, it was so divine

As we lay together on the shore of sands

Sensually caressing each other with our hands

The tepid Chrystal Sea, brushed our soles of love

And the sun heated our passion, from clear blue skies above

The softness of the Caribbean breeze

Set tenderness against the romantic freeze

Together we created that moment of a single pleasure

Taken to an erotic escapade of momentous leisure

To fun and laughter on the beach

But in harsh reality you were out of reach

If only dreams could come true

As a man, and you a woman, I’d want to be with you

And to realise, and wake

To find myself alone and ache

Oh well a guy can only dream

But in reality sometimes dreams can come true, it would seem

If you wish hard enough

Dreams are made of stuff

Only time can tell

In the pursuit of romance, as you and I know well

Live

Touch the burning amber sun, it shines so bright

Watch the sombre dove take flight

There is no mistaking

I’m for the taking

You are the one that knows

Of the rivers unstoppable ebb that flows

With never ending force

Set upon an impossible course

Feel the wind brush

The breath of life touch

As the tear cascades

To hidden masquerades

All feelings purge

To an exciting urge

Chest vibrating thunder

Tingling lightning asunder

Feel, touch, see, and view

Let nature take you

To the sight of many faces

In far off places

On a journey so far

You are who you are

Never say that life is dull

Live it to the full

Don’t get caught

For our meagre life’s are short

Be who you are

The shining star

Be a giver

And see what life does deliver

Looking Back

Looking back at the days of my youth as a lad

Some of the best days that I’ve ever had

Young free from worry and care

Adventurous and full of imagination and dare

Gangs in war games as soldiers in battle we played

Pirates and cut throats that we portrayed

Cowboys and Indians, kings and knights

Cops and robbers, gangsters in fights

Those movies star heroes on films on the big screen

One of many roles in situations we had seen

A stick as a sword, anything used as a gun

Spacemen verses Martians was so much fun

Making or building a tree house or den

Pretending they were castles or fortress then

Fighting back those who would invade

Knights of the roundtable sent on a crusade

Robin Hood and merry men to rob the rich to feed the poor

Frankenstein and monsters that wandered the moor

Romans and gladiators that would clash in a fight

Enemies overthrown and put to flight

How the imagination ran wild in those ways

Entertaining our self’s for fun in those days

All those precious moments from the past

All locked in those memories amassed

Treasured moments keep them safe to be used

Childhood Magic to keep you amused

Love dies

When a partnership and love, is lost forever

And habit keeps both together

Love falls apart

Secrets affect the beating of a heart

Can’t bear the thought of another touch

Leaning on each other emotionally as crutch

Losing the will to give, just to survive

Just to keep a dying relationship alive

Failing in all types of reason

Suffering the accusing treason

Needs pleads

Heart breaks and bleeds

Agony divides

Incarceration arrives

Till pain can’t take no more

And thoughts walk out the door

To run and escape

Picking one’s self out of another scrape

Guilt follows everywhere

As if to follow constantly here and there

Memories bear tears, followed by breakdown

Hurt creates a permanent frown

No remittance from the pain

The feeling of failure again

But what is the choice?

Prolonging the agony is in the voice

The direction is decided

Living with the actions provided

That’s what happens when love dies

Despair sheds tears and cries

Old School days

Granddad told me when he was a lad

When at school in the old days we had

A piece of slate and a stick of chalk

Told to sit up straight and not to talk

No fancy pencils, pens, or books in what to write

We had learn to do things right

Our teacher were stern and strict

Not allowed to answer back or contradict

And if played up or became a