http://lyricalverse.co.uk Relax and unwind, a simple thought and poetic rhyme Fri, 07 Jan 2011 12:10:35 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en There was a time. The pendulum motions to and fro, From the clock upon the wall. As the second ebb like grains of sand, For one by one they fall. Through the window of the dim lit room, For outside, lies a world of grey, For thoughts now turn to yester year, That seems so far ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/71/71/ Tis the season . Chilled the winter winds doth blow, Soon silence reigns supreme. For all about lays stark and white, That hides this land of green. Floret leaves of emerald spears, Red berries plump and ripe. Come dusk, that turns to starry skies, In sharp focus, sparkling bright. Through half draped curtains, chinks of light, Invade the ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/63/63/ Chase not what was autumn time, Its vibrant colours that had once adorned. Now fades away as the winter mourns. But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.   Across valley deep over moors and hill, The Norse wind on his steed doth roar. Through nook and cranny and frame of door, With breath of ice like ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/58/a-season-in-reflection/ Oh mighty sun you rise once more, Bringing forth a brand new day. A shimmering causeway of golden ray’s, To another world now seems not far away.                                                                                                                                    My bones grow weary for on the beach I sit, Before an out stretched sea. Caporal thoughts of the conscious mind, Start to fade now on the breeze.   Lift me like ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/56/final-thoughts/   So sweet the seasons sounds, That makes for those summer days. Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue, Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.   Upon my face the beads of perspiration, As I wipe my fevered brow. The days now long as I swing forth the scythe, High above the sun beats down.   A ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/51/pleasure-is/     Through the forest dark and deep, When most are tucked up fast asleep. The mice they scurry through holes in walls,  The old man in his bed he snores.  Outside the dark calls a slight unease,  Wind that whistles through the trees. On the branch the sound of an owls hoot, With large round eyes his prey ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/47/47/ A toast to friends old and new, As we gather round the fire. The pack once made, in adolescent youth By now I thought would tire  Gazing deep, into its burning flames, Hungry tongues, lap the evening air. As pleasure is given, by its warming glow, Seen on all the faces there. Through the laughter, the sound of ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/42/friendship/ I look out, at the raging waves, For they too are heading home. There white crest tips cascading, As they crash, onto rocks once honed.   Never ceasing with relentless power,  For it’s always been that way. Affecting change in what tomorrow brings, By a little every day.   My footsteps mark the moistened sand, All my senses, say I’m alive. Though ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/37/we-to-come-home/   As the first light of morning now starts to break, And from my bed where I slumber I gently awake. Getting up I dress quickly to welcome the day, To take on lives challenges regardless come what may,   Walking out in the garden that neighbors the fields, As the mist lies like a blanket the ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/29/daybreak/ From blade of grass to the tip of twig, The white dust of winter fall’s. Frenzied  flakes move in lost abandonment, Finally to pitch on fence and wall’s.   On the throat the rasping of cold crisp air, The sound of snow crunching underfoot. As the day grows short and night draws in,  And the homeward journey   took.   Familiar ... http://lyricalverse.co.uk/25/crisp-winter/