I lost my Best Friend

Alone in the world where friends mean life

Alone in every time of strife

Alone: There is nobody to care

When I just want someone to care

My joys, my sorrows, my laughter and tears

Someone who knows my hopes and fears

Yet I have no one; no one to be

That sort of special best friend to me

Dulcet tones will not ring out anymore

And friendly smiles reduced to memory

Now that Nature hath cut short

Friendship's unwritten law

How can one express the pain and grief

Coldness grips one's heart and pain shoots through veins

Numbing all sensation from those never travelled lanes

I lost my best friend

But memories crowd in of the childhood years

And memories hurt through the mist of tears

I think of the lovely long life we had

It will refrain me from being so sad

Until we are together again in that Promised Land.

Linda M Breeze

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Bluebells

Strolling through the meadow
With the bluebells at your feet
Looking at the scenery
Under the midday heat
Up on top of the mountainside
Just you and you alone
Basking in the sunshine
And away from the city's groan
All as one with nature
As you slowly walk along
Admiring God's creation
And listening to nature's song
For when you're as one with nature
No happier will you get
You'll be swaying like the bluebells
And the city you'll forget.


Linda M Breeze
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A Lonely Lady

A lonely lady

Standing by the window

Watching the world go by

Spring, autumn, sunsets and rainbows

Natural beauty all around

Summer, winter, sunshine and deep snows

Winds moan, birds sing - nature's sound abound

Colours, sounds and lovely perfumes

Surround us every day

Flowers, birdsong and crashing waves

Fascinate in every way

There is still a hole in my soul

Waiting for my real love to come to me

Amidst the beauty throughout the land

I yearn to run through forest glades

Where primroses and bluebells grow

The smell of the trees and flowers

And the birds breaking out into a song

I yearn to run through the meadows

And dip my feet into the babbling brook

To refresh and clean my hot dirty feet

Amidst the sweet music of gushing waters

With my real love at my side

Wind blowing through my hair

And feeling like spirit in the air

I still believe in love

Like the opening petals of a flower

Like blossoms on the trees

Gifts of mirth and laughter

Kindness, friendship, life hereafter

These radiant rays of inward light

Seem to put the world to right.

Linda M Breeze
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Melancholy

Today I heard the sound of sadness

A mist of clinging self pity, perhaps in the wind

And in the sound a quality of madness

And an echo touching so many of mankind

A trio of graces, of sound, thought and feelings

Which is not strong enough for healing

Just the grey dawn and the strangled feeling

That once started covers all oceans of meaning

What triggers this whirlpool of troubled thought?

Did the prickly tears; stem, and trickle for nought

Was the choking sob a wish to create

Or was it a look in the void

That early morning brought

Linda M Breeze

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