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Poetry Just for You – Coming Soon

  My new book Poetry Just for You will be published as an eBook and in print format in the coming weeks.  To support this release I would like to share this poem with you.  I wrote this poem several years ago with my three sons in mind. As their Dad I am very proud of each of them and I am happy to say they are all playing life’s games. “Play Life’s Game” When I am worried I cannot write I think and worry about the kids each night Yet so young and they think they are old Big enough not to do what they are told With each year they become so big Always wanting to do their own gig As a parent they will never know How difficult it is to let them go Why do you worry in this day and age Each day they grow exploring another stage Yet I worry all the time Because I want to protect them as they are mine So when does this pain go away or awful fright That something may happen to them one night When I was young I was just the same So let them go to play life’s game

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Answer Inside

Answer Inside When we are at a distance it is often thought but not said If my arms are too far away to hold you then what shall I do? If my thoughts are of you yet you cannot feel them what shall I do? If we are present but far from each other what shall I do? If I am sorry but frighten to say sorry what shall I do? If I am feeling needy and cannot explain it to you what shall I do? If I am jealous what shall I do? If I feel unloved and wanting what shall I do? If I love you so much but cannot tell you what shall I do? The answer is always inside so I must look to find it that’s what I shall to do I will open my heart more for you for it is what I shall do Author – Mel Clifford

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What For

What For I played football in the house and oh what a thrill Until the ball hit the flower pot and did spill Oh to hide in my bedroom I did quickly go For surely my mum will see the mess and will know Like lightening what a blow to my arse by my bedroom door With a scream of pain I said what’s that for To which Mum replied I will give you what for   While in the garden with my little brother I did play The water hose it was running and the flowers it did spray Just then with a thought the hose I would get I laughed and chased my little brother as he got wet Yet again such a blow to my arse I did feel With a scream of pain I said what’s that for To which Mum replied I will give you what for   While all the guests arrived and their coats I did take Mum was in the kitchen finishing the cake she did bake I asked each guest what would they like, soda, coffee or tea While they all look and say isn’t he a very polite little boy referring to me Just then as my finger was fixing the snot in my nose With a scream of pain I said what’s that for To which Mum replied I will give you what for   So now as a parent with little boys to care and groom When they are bold and bad they must go to their room I am surprised when they ask me the question you know As I did my mum so long ago The answers is the same for each in turn I’ll give you what’s for as you must learn

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Work

Work Work enjoyable or not Working for a living or living for work Questions we ask but seldom answer Upset by our thoughts each day Costly to those who we ignore while we work away Pretending that we enjoy what we do Who and where do we get our praise From within work by those who don’t really care Others we love get cheated by our time away Work a wasteful journey and wasteful mind Work why do we do it and what do we get Taking our best years and leaving us with full of regret So for work enjoy what you do For your life will go and work will leave nothing for you Fire yourself and do what you do For this is the real work that can be surely you Believe in yourself and your dreams

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From Within

Well hi to this person inside Who can write such beautiful words and take a pen with ink and place these letters so carefully on a page for others to read and think of their inner side Wanting to understand and explore where life will bring them before they let life go Searching for reasons only they must find while letting each person be heard Well hi there to the person inside

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Be what you are now don’t wait till then

Be what you are now don’t wait till then When will I ever know the way in life to go When will I ever know if this is right for me When will the rain come we never know Let life live itself from within Let life live and grow from within As a child I wondered and had curiosity in my world Play time was all part of my day and life Never ending, no worries no tears of sorrow Why does our world have to change to be new Why does man kill and instil greed Power and judgement is not for us but only for the one we know Life is what you want the devil is who you know Greed will kill you and take you to your hell When will the rain come we will never know Don’t wait around be what you are now don’t wait till then By Mel Clifford

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Learn to Love

“Learn to Love” What will I write what will I say My pen is dry my thoughts are confused this day Do I expect things to last While I try to forget times in my past Life will end for us one and all You never know when you will receive the call So be sure to live each day free Love and be loved this is life’s key You should never look to the past You need to love before your love will not last If you connect see into your heart Then find the one you love and make a start Forgive each day each another All those things that come to ye with some bother Look deep inside to find your love And give it away before you go above By Mel Clifford

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Sometimes it is just in that Moment

You might recall that in May 2010 I published a poem written by Andy Smith entitled ‘Inner Beauty’. Recently I was in communication with Andy and asked him if I could publish another one of his poems which he kindly gave his permission. Here is a recently written poem called ‘We wave sincere’ thank you Andy for sharing your poetry with us again. We wave sincere I hold your gaze A little longer now Since your brother died We’ve relearned the important Packed away the pettiness For something more emerges Each time we’re put to test We’ve older grown And wisdom speaks Unfolding hidden delights Encouraging new peaks We’re all the same In life’s fair game And all of us must play Our part is undetermined And we must stake our claim In seeking who we are I am a star A changing constellation A soul in constant journey Where every part is home. Author – Andy Smith Corragarrow, Melview. Longford. Ireland

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In the Morning Kitchen

Here is a beautiful poem written by a young lady called Shannon Azzato Stephens. Shannon is currently studying in Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh USA.  It was just published in Emprise Review, July 2010.  On  recent trip to Ireland I had the pleasure of meeting Shannon. She told me that she was involved in creative writting and had written some poetry. I asked and received her permission to publish this poem on my site. It is great when one meets individuals who are prepared to write from within  and share it with the rest of us. All I can say is keep up the writing and poetry Shannon. In the morning kitchen Jade leaves puffy, shining, just dusted off, their stems hardened, age lines winding down into the soil.  Grandfather’s hands in the work: each branch held by a bamboo reed, velcro wrapped around their tips to catch any sagging arm.  These plants don’t rustle.  They hold the light at their tips. Many thanks  for letting me publish this on my site.

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Learning in Life

We have experiences some forgotten and some not. Most to teach us and for us to learn, some to forget as we hang our head in shame.  Some to be proud of and hold our head high. But most experiences are to help us live and learn, to make mistakes and to learn, to try and to learn, to take risks and to learn.  The longer we live the more we know we have to learn. I wrote this poem just 8 years ago but its origin rests in the late year of  1990 while on a train from East Berlin to Poland. “Plays On My Mind” Once long ago I met a man on a train Travelling home after working so much in vain Not much to show for his working day He left his family so as to feed them by this only way There were many of us from afar Acting like kids full of jar This man can’t careless that we are here To pay for his family so dear We gave him drink and did not cheat Never a wild bunch did he meet When from his bag he did offer us a sweet They were for his love ones that he was to meet At that moment I knew where I was He had offered us more then he knows he does We never took one to be so kind Till this day this man plays on my mind Thanks to Jan for the permission to display  her beautiful Photograph of the Wild Gentin – Burren, County Clare, Ireland

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