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Two gold rings

beautiful wedding rings

Soft white lace upon her face

Reminds me of an angel,

Long flowing white dress

A picture of loveliness,

A lifetime of happiness

Walking in fairy footsteps,

Following a long aisle

Where there are two eyes to meet,

The biggest smile

With teeth pearly white,

And a heart of gold,

Holding a hundred emotions

All to unfold,

A hand reaches out

A gold ring to wear

Two single people

To become a pair,

With a lifetime of love

To share

Gillian Sims

Things I like


Crimson kisses

Seashell whispers

Shy hello’s to French fellows

Soft and luscious marshmallows

Deep red roses

Babies noses,

Large rolling sea waves

Mysterious beach caves,

Deep purple crushed velvet

Treasures that I have kept,

Red and brown autumn leaves

Sweet memories of sweet dreams,

children’s laughter while they play

Meeting dawn, a brand new day,

Daffodils in the spring

All the pleasures that summer can bring,

Warm sweet mulled wine

The season of Christmas time,

Making strawberry jam

The beautiful sight of a new-born lamb,

Finding words for poetry

Sitting quietly with a cup of tea,

Walking the sands in my bare feet

Enjoying the ultimate barbecue feast,

Seeing the wonderful sights of the coast

Eating a lovely Sunday roast,

Watching the ducks swim and bathe

The aroma of freshly baked bread

Cascades of colour from fireworks

Up with the lark feeling alert

Seeing the stars in the sky at night

These are all the things I like

By Gillian Sims

It seems like yesterday By Gillian Sims

Anti social behaviour

Please don’t drink to the brink and waste your time

Inviting yourself into the world of crime,

Don’t hang around with people who

Drain your energy and lead you to,

Do all the wrong things that can hurt others,

Don’t despair, there is a world out there

For you to discover, If only you would take the time

To use your energy positively,and open your mind,

Search for creativity, education or sport

Sit yourself down,and give it some thought

by Gillian Sims

The tangled web by Gillian Sims

BROKEN BROLLIES

 

Where are all the broken brollies?

They have all been left in the streets

In Nottingham, all bent and broken

After all the snow,rain and wind has gone

I saw a Council man with a trolley

Picking up all of those broken brollies,

So now I know where they have all gone

The Council man picked up every one

They say in London

The streets are paved with gold,

In Nottingham the streets are filled

With broken brollies

The shops are empty

The brollies have all been sold

Now what will shelter us

From the rain and the cold?

Abbe, Tom, and Gillian

My Facebook friends

MY FACEBOOK FRIENDS

I have 5000 friends

From all around the world,

They’ve been collected like stamps

From America England and France,

Along the way I gained advice

Some very interesting facts,

Along with great knowledge

From my Facebook friends,

Artists and writers

People from every walk of life,

Displaying their work

Upon my Facebook page,

Such creative people

The salt of the earth,

Collected like gold coins

In a silk lined purse

By Gillian Sims

SEE GILLIAN JANE SIMS ON FACEBOOK

But I love you so

shadow in the woods

I gently wipe

The tears from my eyes

Remembering the love

You denied

Like a winter breeze

Embracing the trees

You disappeared

Faded into the breeze

Through the forest

Through the trees

To follow a rainbow

Maybe, or

To greet your new love

But I still

love you so

We built our friendship

We built our love

On rocks

I thought

A deep foundation

When all along

You had a new love

You left me

All alone

But I still

Love you so

Gillian sims

The mid morning blues

 

You are sitting at your desk

Time for a well earned rest

To drink coffee or tea,

To look out of the window

Where there is plenty to see,

People rushing by

A man stares back at you

With a glint in his eye,

Then you hear a baby starting to cry

You notice a robin,

Perched by the water’s edge,

Weaving and bobbing to eat his bread

The clock strikes twelve

Your break has come to an end

Your coffee cup is empty

Still you cling to it, like it is your best friend,

The telephone is ringing

Your client awaits

You have redeemed all of your coffee breaks,

Until tomorrow looms

When you will once again

Meet the mid morning blues

By Gillian Sims

Easter Sunday

Easter service

Easter eggs galore

Some for the rich

Some for the poor

Eat our lunch

Then off to pray

Thanking God

For a wonderful day

Time to relax

Time to enjoy

Our festive break

Watch TV

Family around

Get out the eggs

Indulge and enjoy

The company of our friends

Then off to pray

Once more

Thanking God

For a wonderful day

Gillian Sims

The Tramp

Cold as ice
there he sat

Dreaming about
this and that,

Of what could
have been

If  he’d stayed
within the social scene

Each night his
shadow lies under the lamp,

He is
identified as the local tramp

The park is his
home,

Nowhere else to
roam

No hidden
agenda

Or anyone to
care for,

No personal
appointments to keep

No people at all 
to  meet

No-one to
explain to when he isn’t there,

No sacrifice to
bare

The owls watch
over him at night

Under the lamp
in the moonlight,

Where empty
beer cans surround him

Next to the
rubbish in the bin

The tramp that
wants to be alone,

And to leave
his identity unknown

By Gillian Sims

It is time

It is time to give

To the less fortunate than ourselves

It is time to pray

For all the hungry people in the world

It is time for peace

To unleash

All of the anger we hold within

It is time

To forget our needs

Let the poor breathe

Good  health

Let their faces sparkle

From wealth

It is time

When the world

Should be sowing a seed

To dismiss all the greed

To concentrate on peace

It is time to sow a seed of hope

To let all the bad things go

It is time to bring happiness

It is time I know

 Gillian Sims

Our dog Pringle

Would You Save My Soul Tonight?

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Would you save my soul tonight
Would you hold me close and tight
Would you dream the dream I dream
Would you feel the same emotion
Would you still hold me tight
All through the night
Caress my nightmares
Share what I share
See what I see
Do you believe in me
Would you save my soul tonight
Until the morning light

Gillian and Thomas Sims

Bluebells

blue

The bluebells nestled arm in arm

The skeleton trees remained still and calm

I sat and read the letter you wrote last night

After we’d searched for stars

But found not one in sight

My heart has sunk

To the bottom of the stream

I no longer have that happy dream

Of you and I singing with the lark

Or playing with our children in the park

You said in your letter

I have broken your heart

You said we must remain apart

Now I sit with the bluebells

By the side of the stream

Where my heart has sunk

I no longer have that happy dream

Gillian Sims

Seagulls Cry

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The wind blows on cliffs so high

All you can hear is the seagulls cry

The crashing waves

Echoes in the smugglers caves

Children walking on the cobbled beach

You can hear the crunching

Beneath their feet

Fisherman trawling

Crabs are crawling

To escape

The fisherman’s bait

The sea is rolling waves so high

All you can hear is the seagulls cry

They sit and wait for the fisherman’s trawl

On Hastings cobbled beach at early dawn

Gillian Sims

Have I got the January blues?


Have I got the January blues?

I want to shop and buy some shoes

I’ll go down to the January sales

Somehow it never fails,

I can beat the January blues

I will buy my brand new shoes

Red, blue, black or white,

I know what I have in sight

The January sales here I come,

No January blues

I have my new shoes

You have not won

The January blues,

The tinsel and the sparkle has gone

But I can’t go wrong

In the January sales,

Somehow it never fails

I have beat the January blues

I have bought my brand new shoes

Gillian Sims

On This Christmas Night

 Christmas night gillian

The snowflakes glisten

The children listen

For Santa on his sleigh

Church bells are ringing

The choir is singing

On this Christmas night

The Christmas tree

Stands dressed in gold

With presents

Sparkling and bold

White carpets of snow

Lay all of aglow

The stars sparkle bright

On this Christmas night

The mince pies are out

Next to the pint of stout

Awaiting Santa Claus

On this cold winters night

As children wait

For the night to unfold

When all of their dreams

Will turn to gold

 

Gillian Sims

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