16 January 2017
With a little bit of help and hope.
Driving trains is not the most physical job,
But mentally it can be very tough,
Because no matter how hard you try,
Your best is sometimes not good enough.
Their shifts start at many different hours,
Twenty four hours of every day,
And their role is very crucial,
So they expect a descent pay.
After any incidents and accidents,
Drivers can end up in a mental state,
But what passengers only care about,
Is the fact they are going to be late.
After any fatalities and suicides,
It can play with a drivers head,
They may not be able to get comfortable,
Trying to sleep again in their bed.
Many drivers will need counselling,
Just to help them to start to cope,
And get them back into the seat again,
With a little bit of help and hope.
Written by David Boyce
12 February 2017
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Our soul will return one day.
When your life is extinct,
And your body has gone,
Your spiritual life takes over,
And your soul lives on.
After lots of pain and suffering,
No illness to now deal with,
As the pain just evaporates,
With the torment you had to live.
Although your life on earth has ended,
We can all hope and pray,
That our life’s journey will continue,
And our soul will return one day.
Written by David Boyce
14 February 2017
A blustery winter’s storm
The winds are really high,
Since this early morn,
The weather changing quickly,
To a blustery winter’s storm.
Trees blowing and bending,
Branches breaking adrift,
Some larger trees rocking,
Until their roots just uplift.
The Skies quickly changing colours,
With the vastly moving clouds,
The winds whistling sounds,
Are really hard and loud.
Lightly drizzling one minute,
Then to a heavy rain storm,
Causing chaos to people,
Because this isn’t the norm.
Written by David Boyce
23 February 2017
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Lots of loving care.
Many illnesses out there
Keeping people at bay,
Sometimes for many years,
Until their calling day.
Different cancers and viruses,
From many airborne sources,
Attached to their bodies systems,
Until the disease takes their courses.
Some have ailments and remedies,
Many have been around for years,
For others they won’t help,
And sadly it could end in tears.
Many illnesses have cures,
If it is caught in the early stages,
They will mainly work slowly,
And often seem to takes ages.
For others who are very ill,
We give comfort and prayer,
And hope for many cures,
And lots of loving care.
Written by David Boyce
13 March 2017
Please come home soon.
I will comfort you when it’s needed,
Don’t look up at night at the moon,
Don’t sleep upon the streets,
Please come home soon.
I will help to cloth you,
To help to keep you warm,
Please return safely,
To the comfort of a home.
There is no need for starvation,
There is no need for drink,
There is no need for sleeping rough,
Or for letting your clothes to stink.
If there’s been an argument,
Forget it we won’t be mad,
Come home safely now,
To the love of Mam and Dad.
There is no reason to suffer,
Sleeping in the cold and rain,
No matter whatever the reason,
Please contact home again.
Written by David Boyce
27 March 2017
We don't appreciate the natural beauty.
Overlooking the misty meadows,
Orange looking horizons in the distant skies,
A remarkable feat of beauty,
To see with one's own eyes.
The sounds of a bird's dawn chorus,
Which is lovely to be heard,
As their parents gather and forage,
To feed their little new born birds.
We don't appreciate the natural beauty,
With all its sights and sounds,
All the birds and insects flying,
And the animals upon the ground.
You need to get out early in the mornings,
And you will be surprised in every way,
With the natural beauty,
Which surrounds us every day.
Written by David Boyce
21 April 2017
A time of upset and sadness.
There is a void in my life,
Within my circle of family and friends,
A time of upset and sadness,
When their life now ends.
Although we see they are ill,
And having lots of care,
We just take for granted,
That they will always be there.
As a child you remember the visits,
Although very young yourself back then,
You see them as part of your life,
Even if you only see them now and again.
You remember the stories mentioned,
About the families relatives of old,
As you listened with excitement and intrigue,
As the family history was told.
There will be many questions,
Which you wish you had asked them so,
These may stay unanswered forever now,
Because they had to go.
Written by David Boyce
23 April 2017
To all religions you're a disgrace.
My thoughts go out to all the people,
Involved in the attack of Manchester,
They say this is for Allah,
But it's just a religious slur.
So many innocent lives of children taken,
Killed in this mindless attack,
Lots of families clinging on to hope,
That their loved ones are coming back.
Many true Muslims are also distraught,
Sat in shame with their heads in their hands,
Because some radical fanatics think it's right,
And are bowing down to ISIS senseless demands.
Many words have been twisted by radical fanatics,
In the old holy books today,
Some thinking they will be blessed,
On their prophets calling day.
Well let me tell you something,
You're nothing but evil my friend,
There will be no twenty virgins waiting for you,
In hell you will burn in the end.
We offer you security, comfort and wealth,
And you twist it back in our face,
You are nothing but a coward,
And to all religions you're a disgrace!
Written by David Boyce
22 May 2017
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Your soul finally goes home.
We are but a vessel,
Carrying an inner soul,
Which regenerates again and again,
Until it gets its goal.
Entrapped in deep thoughts,
In a subliminal mind,
Entranced with loving light,
From the heavenly kind.
Non earthly souls rejoice,
From far deep within,
As your earthly life expires,
And your heavenly rebirth begins.
Your earthly bodies will erode,
From skin, blood and bone,
As your pain and suffering subsides,
And your soul finally goes home.
Written by David Boyce
30 May 2017
Britain is a multicultural land.
We are living in a world of fear,
Because of fundamental terrorists,
Who are killing innocent people without thought,
They say this is what Allah has taught.
We condemn those who kill the innocent,
They say it's in the name of faith and religion,
But these are radical extremists,
Who don't care what they have done.
Their minds have been manipulated,
By religious leaders with mental states,
Who preach to their followers,
And fill their minds full of hate.
We need somebody living here in Britain,
Within the senior Muslim faith to stand up and say,
This is not what Allah truly wants,
And for peace and love we should all pray.
The Muslim faith has been misinterpreted,
We shouldn't fill this land with fear,
Britain is a multicultural land,
And we have been given hope and security here.
Written by David Boyce
1 June 2017
The orange glow from the morning sun.
The orange glow from the morning sun,
Making the horizon look sun kissed,
The meadows dew is rising slowly,
To an early morning mist.
The early summer morning birdsong,
Echoes through the misty air above,
The sound of different species of birds singing,
Is a part of nature that we love.
As the nocturnal animals settle down,
Ready to go to sleep and yawn,
It's a new day for many others,
On this misty but sunny morn.
Written by David Boyce
30 June 2017
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