Best Friend

Havnent spoken in a while. Sorry folks - latest poem I wrote in a birthday card to one of my old best friends who I hvent spoken to in a while. Miss you buddy - RIP

Best Friend 18.09.07

Before I met you I was blind.
But you helped me to see.
And since then all I try to do, I
s be a friend like you were to me.

You always being a smile to my face,
You brighten up my mood.
And if I could somehow repay you,
You know I surely would.

I'll try to always be here,
To life you when you're down.
Believe me, you look so much better.
When you smile instead of frown.

If I could live forever,
I'd do it just for you,
To make sure your always happy,
In everything you do.

And whatever day you live to,
I'll live 'til the day before.
Because living a day without you,
Would be unbearable and sore.

If you cannot find me,
When your sad and don't know what to do.
Just try and remember your happiness,
The times I spent with you.

But the clock is moving quick today,
Its time for this poem to end.
But before it does, Ill tell you this:
You are my most special friend.

Ryan Rodwell

Father of Her Child

Aaaaah! Time too post again. Work experience was awesome by the way.During it i photographed . . . the bulgarian football team, the GAA conference, David and Victoria Beckham, that murder scene in Belfast, a child porn guy walking out of court, and Cambell College's rugby team. Some other random stuff aswell but not worht mentioning. lol

Very tempted however to switch back from poetry back to photography again lol. Nah . .. coz if i do, i dont take pictures often enough :p.

Todays poem . . .

Father of Her Child

Crying and wailing loudly;
In the middle of the night.
Nursing it 'til morning.
When darkness turns to light.

Sleeping the rest of the day;
Induced by lack of sleep.
This is what its worth;
Fatherhood doesn’t come cheap.

But show your loving kindness;
It will pay off in the end.
Show no limits to availability;
Just watch how much you spend.

Parenting, for you, is about to begin;
A family you have started.
Give them all the necessary care;
And make that care full-hearted.

Never stop sharing your love;
And keep your temper mild.
Give your wife the love she deserves;
For you are the father of her child.

Ryan Rodwell

Something Somewhere

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

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.

"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

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

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 =]