A poem (For Georgia)

I could write for you a poem,
atleast once a week;or even twice a day.
But would their really be a point;
if it didn't feel what I meant to say.

And so instead I wait for times,
when inspiration and love entwine,
and then I write for you a poem,
which cuts short, but stops to say:

I'll love you till the bitter end,
and even on that rainy day...

Written by Luke(y) Skinner 17/9/06
Dedicated to Georgia Almond.

Floating Away

Times alone are too many,
friend used to be a plenty;
untill they went away.

Visits not tears,
friendships not fears;
but that, it's not today.

So now I sit alone right hear,
my sleeve filled with tears;
and no-one comes to stay.

So few, so far between,
my friendships-
and the friends i've seen.

So I sit here alone,
atleast once each day,
working on things,
emotions kept at bay.

Just watching my life,
as it floats away.

Written by Luke(y) Skinner
1/9/2006

Lest We Forget (2003)

Lest we forget the ones who died;
the ones whose lives were lost in pride.
They gave their lives for you and me,
each one believing we would be free.

In those I have the greatest pride.
Faced with death they did not hide.
To bring us peace they had to die
They fought for us.

For you and I.

Luke(y) Skinner (April 2003)
last edited 1/9/06