Find yourself looking for something but don't know what exactly it is? Then you share the same mood as I had when writing this poem
Something Somewhere 26.11.07
It's not marked upon a map;
Or directed by arrows on a sign.
You have found your answers;
I'm still looking for mine.
Searching for hints and clues;
And pondering them in my head.
The answers to the mysteries of life;
The reasons for the times I've bled.
Hidden away in secret;
Not ready to be discovered.
But still I continue searching;
Hoping they'll be uncovered.
Perhaps its not the time,
And I should continue to wait.
But I'd like to find them early,
Instead of being too late.
Asking others for guidance;
Unfortunately they can't assist.
The search is mine and mine alone;
And I must persist.
But the questions remain unanswered;
The answers remain mislaid.
Something somewhere is hidden;
And the directions are not displayed.
Ryan Rodwell
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Unnoticed
Be aware when crossing roads children - please
Unnoticed 25.09.07
He sits at the back of the classroom,
No one knows he's there.
They dont look when he asks a quesiton,
Or when he shuffles his chair.
No one ever speaks to him,
Or even know his name.
He really is quite friendly,
The neglection is a shame
The teacher says to work in groups,
But he is on his own,
He has no problem, does not object
There is no need to moan.
He never hands in assignments,
Even though he is quite smart.
He doesn't do any work
Whether written, or painting in art.
Never spoken to directly,
and so he does not reply .
He feels a pang of guilt,
When he watches his mum cry.
It never used to be like this,
He was once quite well known.
But ever since that accident,
His fame's been overthrown.
He can't remember what happened,
Except that it hurt alot.
He didn't look when he crossed the road,
And now hes been forgot.
Unnoticed 25.09.07
He sits at the back of the classroom,
No one knows he's there.
They dont look when he asks a quesiton,
Or when he shuffles his chair.
No one ever speaks to him,
Or even know his name.
He really is quite friendly,
The neglection is a shame
The teacher says to work in groups,
But he is on his own,
He has no problem, does not object
There is no need to moan.
He never hands in assignments,
Even though he is quite smart.
He doesn't do any work
Whether written, or painting in art.
Never spoken to directly,
and so he does not reply .
He feels a pang of guilt,
When he watches his mum cry.
It never used to be like this,
He was once quite well known.
But ever since that accident,
His fame's been overthrown.
He can't remember what happened,
Except that it hurt alot.
He didn't look when he crossed the road,
And now hes been forgot.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
"Not This Day"
Alot of people getting upset, worked up, aggravated, annoyed, irritated, pissed off and otherwise vexed these last few days. Here's a poem to boost your confidence . . .
Not this day 20.11.07
The time will come when your life will end,
But it is not this day.
Your friends will abandon, when you’ve nothing to spend;
But it is not this day.
All your trophies will start to crack;
But it is not this day.
The one you cling to will turn their back;
But it is not this day.
Your family will slowly drift apart;
But it is not this day.
Your loved will, at sometime, break your heart;
But it is not this day.
Your brothers and sons will, with honour, die;
But it is not this day.
You’ll be deceived by a cruel little lie;
But it is not this day.
The world will turn against you with anger and hate;
But it is not this day.
You’ll be short of a friend, a chum, or a mate;
But it is not this day.
Things will turn worse, and you’ll want to flee;
Go somewhere far away.
Then fate will ask you, for mercy, to plea;
You’ll reply with “Not this day!”
Ryan Rodwell
Not this day 20.11.07
The time will come when your life will end,
But it is not this day.
Your friends will abandon, when you’ve nothing to spend;
But it is not this day.
All your trophies will start to crack;
But it is not this day.
The one you cling to will turn their back;
But it is not this day.
Your family will slowly drift apart;
But it is not this day.
Your loved will, at sometime, break your heart;
But it is not this day.
Your brothers and sons will, with honour, die;
But it is not this day.
You’ll be deceived by a cruel little lie;
But it is not this day.
The world will turn against you with anger and hate;
But it is not this day.
You’ll be short of a friend, a chum, or a mate;
But it is not this day.
Things will turn worse, and you’ll want to flee;
Go somewhere far away.
Then fate will ask you, for mercy, to plea;
You’ll reply with “Not this day!”
Ryan Rodwell
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Dream Dream Dream
Dream, dream, dream 14.09.07
Dreams are things we badly want,
Covet, long for, desire.
They can be very big or very small,
These things to which we aspire.
They give us hope to think of,
Reason to the life we live.
But often these dreams are improbable,
Like catching water in a sieve.
But they are a necessity
They give us motive, reason, and an aim.
And even in the darkest of times,
A dream can light a flame.
Without a dream or aspiration,
Lives are lived with no meaning.
We hope for things we’ll never have.
And so we keep on dreaming.
Ryan Rodwell
Woke up this morning, and realised how many lifelong goals I have, aspirations . . . dreams. So I dived into my collection of old poems and found this one from several months ago.
Hope you enjoy :D:D
Dreams are things we badly want,
Covet, long for, desire.
They can be very big or very small,
These things to which we aspire.
They give us hope to think of,
Reason to the life we live.
But often these dreams are improbable,
Like catching water in a sieve.
But they are a necessity
They give us motive, reason, and an aim.
And even in the darkest of times,
A dream can light a flame.
Without a dream or aspiration,
Lives are lived with no meaning.
We hope for things we’ll never have.
And so we keep on dreaming.
Ryan Rodwell
Woke up this morning, and realised how many lifelong goals I have, aspirations . . . dreams. So I dived into my collection of old poems and found this one from several months ago.
Hope you enjoy :D:D
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
我爱你淑豪
Just finished typing out a poem i wrote today and yesterday. Hope whoever reads it enjoys it, but Amber (Shu Hao) most of all :)
A thousand Times More Fair; Ten Thousand Times More Rich 08.01.08
(Written for someone special)
Your scarf tucked cosy around your neck,
The hair that it sits under.
Your overall attractive appearance,
Makes my heart beat like thunder.
Your hair is as dark as the eyes of a swan,
And as soft as a feather duster.
Every glance, at you, I take;
Makes my heartbeat fluster.
Your smile is as bright as the sun itself,
Your teeth as white as snow.
Even the very thought of you,
Makes my heartbeat grow.
Very uplifting is your complexion,
And the happy expression on your face.
Every time you smile at me,
My heartbeat starts to race.
I often greet you with a great big hug,
Or a kiss upon your lips.
That space of time may be less than a second,
But I’m sure my heartbeat skips.
I’m sure it’s more than just your appearance,
My love for you is vaster.
But every time you’re on my mind,
My heartbeat gets much faster.
I know I’ll love you for all my life,
And maybe even longer.
For every day that seems to pass,
My heartbeat sure gets stronger.
My heartbeat, for you, is speeding;
Pumping as if pneumatic.
Every time I stand beside you,
My heartbeat goes erratic.
Because you are a thousand times more fair,
Ten thousand times more rich;
Than any other girl I’ve ever seen.
You change my heartbeat’s pitch.
Ryan Rodwell
Enjoy =]
A thousand Times More Fair; Ten Thousand Times More Rich 08.01.08
(Written for someone special)
Your scarf tucked cosy around your neck,
The hair that it sits under.
Your overall attractive appearance,
Makes my heart beat like thunder.
Your hair is as dark as the eyes of a swan,
And as soft as a feather duster.
Every glance, at you, I take;
Makes my heartbeat fluster.
Your smile is as bright as the sun itself,
Your teeth as white as snow.
Even the very thought of you,
Makes my heartbeat grow.
Very uplifting is your complexion,
And the happy expression on your face.
Every time you smile at me,
My heartbeat starts to race.
I often greet you with a great big hug,
Or a kiss upon your lips.
That space of time may be less than a second,
But I’m sure my heartbeat skips.
I’m sure it’s more than just your appearance,
My love for you is vaster.
But every time you’re on my mind,
My heartbeat gets much faster.
I know I’ll love you for all my life,
And maybe even longer.
For every day that seems to pass,
My heartbeat sure gets stronger.
My heartbeat, for you, is speeding;
Pumping as if pneumatic.
Every time I stand beside you,
My heartbeat goes erratic.
Because you are a thousand times more fair,
Ten thousand times more rich;
Than any other girl I’ve ever seen.
You change my heartbeat’s pitch.
Ryan Rodwell
Enjoy =]
Monday, January 7, 2008
Blog change
Hey everyone, I've just changed the main reason for my blog. Where it started out as a showcase for my photographs, that never really kicked off due to the lack of photoediting toold so I have changed my blog and instead I shall now be (hopefully every other day) posting up a poem that I personally have written.
To start it off, I'm going to put up the first poem I ever wrote since I started taking poetry seriously. Its title is also that of a book of poems by myself that I hope to publish in the next year.
Power of Words 11.09.07
Words can tell truths, words can tell lies;
words are often mysteries put in disguise.
Words can ask a question, words give an answer;
Words say "Well done" to a competitive dancer.
Words can bring joy, but also bring sorrow;
words said today, can echo tomorrow.
Words from the head and words from the heart;
words we remember, words when we part.
Words can come early, but also come late;
words can grow love, but can also cause hate.
Words can change votes and words can start wars;
but words can unlock metaphorical doors.
Words can build bridges, or break them down;
words bring a smile, but too often a frown.
Words of forgiveness or words of cheer;
words that we read, and words that we hear.
Words we remember, or try and forget;
words make us thankful, or make us regret.
Words are emotions spilled on a page;
or told through a story, or said on stage.
Words give us heartbreak, and make us sad;
but they make us remember, good times that we had.
One man spoke, and the world could hear;
"I have a dream" was said very clear.
Words are written and words are spoke;
words can be serious, or they can tell a joke.
Words gain you popularity, or lose you support;
the words "Not guilty" we pray for in court.
Words make us laugh, and words make us cry;
Words fill the minute, and make time go by.
Some words we listen, some we ignore;
words give us comfort, or can make us sore.
Words that are harsh, words that are fair;
words we can use, to show that we care.
Words we note down, and words we omit;
words tell the crimes we didn’t commit.
If one man speaks, a thousand might listen;
his words are valued, and like gold they glisten.
Words said through anger, words said through prayer;
words we can tolerate, or words we can’t bear.
Words that are lies or words sincere;
Words make us grin, or shed a tear.
Words that are private, words that we share;
words that we promise, or solemnly swear.
To whisper, to talk, to shout or to yell;
words put together, the feelings they tell.
Words that we use, but are not quite sure;
of the hurt they'll cause or the smiles they'll ensure.
Words of tenacity, words of might;
Words that are dim, and words that are bright.
Words we really mean, and words we just say;
words we said previously, we regret today.
The words that we wait for, and the words we plead;
the words that we want, more words that we need.
Words spoken out by the smallest voice;
cannot be heard, it’s not our choice.
Words say "I’m sorry", words say "its fine";
Words we accept, or words we decline.
Words that are said straight, or words we bend;
words we keep with us, 'til the very end.
Words are a thought, opinion or belief;
some words dig deeper, to the harsh truth beneath.
Words are just letters, scrambled together;
but words can be powerful, so use them forever.
Ryan Rodwell
I hope this change will mean I post more often, im sure Amber hopes that too. When you read this amber, remember I love you :D
Later everyone
To start it off, I'm going to put up the first poem I ever wrote since I started taking poetry seriously. Its title is also that of a book of poems by myself that I hope to publish in the next year.
Power of Words 11.09.07
Words can tell truths, words can tell lies;
words are often mysteries put in disguise.
Words can ask a question, words give an answer;
Words say "Well done" to a competitive dancer.
Words can bring joy, but also bring sorrow;
words said today, can echo tomorrow.
Words from the head and words from the heart;
words we remember, words when we part.
Words can come early, but also come late;
words can grow love, but can also cause hate.
Words can change votes and words can start wars;
but words can unlock metaphorical doors.
Words can build bridges, or break them down;
words bring a smile, but too often a frown.
Words of forgiveness or words of cheer;
words that we read, and words that we hear.
Words we remember, or try and forget;
words make us thankful, or make us regret.
Words are emotions spilled on a page;
or told through a story, or said on stage.
Words give us heartbreak, and make us sad;
but they make us remember, good times that we had.
One man spoke, and the world could hear;
"I have a dream" was said very clear.
Words are written and words are spoke;
words can be serious, or they can tell a joke.
Words gain you popularity, or lose you support;
the words "Not guilty" we pray for in court.
Words make us laugh, and words make us cry;
Words fill the minute, and make time go by.
Some words we listen, some we ignore;
words give us comfort, or can make us sore.
Words that are harsh, words that are fair;
words we can use, to show that we care.
Words we note down, and words we omit;
words tell the crimes we didn’t commit.
If one man speaks, a thousand might listen;
his words are valued, and like gold they glisten.
Words said through anger, words said through prayer;
words we can tolerate, or words we can’t bear.
Words that are lies or words sincere;
Words make us grin, or shed a tear.
Words that are private, words that we share;
words that we promise, or solemnly swear.
To whisper, to talk, to shout or to yell;
words put together, the feelings they tell.
Words that we use, but are not quite sure;
of the hurt they'll cause or the smiles they'll ensure.
Words of tenacity, words of might;
Words that are dim, and words that are bright.
Words we really mean, and words we just say;
words we said previously, we regret today.
The words that we wait for, and the words we plead;
the words that we want, more words that we need.
Words spoken out by the smallest voice;
cannot be heard, it’s not our choice.
Words say "I’m sorry", words say "its fine";
Words we accept, or words we decline.
Words that are said straight, or words we bend;
words we keep with us, 'til the very end.
Words are a thought, opinion or belief;
some words dig deeper, to the harsh truth beneath.
Words are just letters, scrambled together;
but words can be powerful, so use them forever.
Ryan Rodwell
I hope this change will mean I post more often, im sure Amber hopes that too. When you read this amber, remember I love you :D
Later everyone
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
*ashamed*
Recently brought to my attention was the lack of posting on my blog and the neglect it has suffered in the last 2 months. In spite of my best efforts to conjure up some interesting or otherwise humorous story, the neglect of my blog occurred due to my shear ignorance and lack of willingness to write about current events.
But now I mysteriously find myself posting once again, in full hope of all manner of forgiveness being expressed to me in an act of goodwill.
Christmas was, overall, a pleasing result, despite it being slashed in half by a visit to my dads meaning that I had two days of opening presents as opposed to the one i was initially familiar with.
This new year came about as expected, a whole lot of anticipation that was crushed by the realisation that the second the year changes, is over as soon as the next second comes. A full month of excitement growing and brewing for a shimmering moment in life that lasts only a second. I shall remember that moment next year and cancel out all kinds of expectation so as not to be disappointed. The night was good overall, i enjoyed it at a friends sleepover, talking about random senselessness until 9am, when I called my mum with a plea to take me home as I was on the brink of an asthma attack. On that night however, I learned about the realities of my hand-eye coordination problem and how occupational therapists succeed in making mountains out of molehills. My performance in Guitar Hero improved massively after a ruff start and I excelled so much as to beat my gf in, as far as i can remember, 4 rounds in a row =D.
Since then my life has just been laying low, waiting for that ever elusive excitement. Since christmas I bought 13 dvds and my mum is having a fit about that. She also wont stop making jokes about my gf's vampire attack on me ;);) haha, she knows im only joking :p
Well, time is of the essence and its time for me to go.
'Twas nice catching up with my blog (whatever the hell thats supposed 2 mean) haha
Talk to yous all later, *Ryan out*
But now I mysteriously find myself posting once again, in full hope of all manner of forgiveness being expressed to me in an act of goodwill.
Christmas was, overall, a pleasing result, despite it being slashed in half by a visit to my dads meaning that I had two days of opening presents as opposed to the one i was initially familiar with.
This new year came about as expected, a whole lot of anticipation that was crushed by the realisation that the second the year changes, is over as soon as the next second comes. A full month of excitement growing and brewing for a shimmering moment in life that lasts only a second. I shall remember that moment next year and cancel out all kinds of expectation so as not to be disappointed. The night was good overall, i enjoyed it at a friends sleepover, talking about random senselessness until 9am, when I called my mum with a plea to take me home as I was on the brink of an asthma attack. On that night however, I learned about the realities of my hand-eye coordination problem and how occupational therapists succeed in making mountains out of molehills. My performance in Guitar Hero improved massively after a ruff start and I excelled so much as to beat my gf in, as far as i can remember, 4 rounds in a row =D.
Since then my life has just been laying low, waiting for that ever elusive excitement. Since christmas I bought 13 dvds and my mum is having a fit about that. She also wont stop making jokes about my gf's vampire attack on me ;);) haha, she knows im only joking :p
Well, time is of the essence and its time for me to go.
'Twas nice catching up with my blog (whatever the hell thats supposed 2 mean) haha
Talk to yous all later, *Ryan out*
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