Monday, December 30, 2013

Thoughts on the end

I could sit right here and wait for death,
or live my life with zeal and zest.
To wake each day with strong renew,
my will to make each moment new.
I love to live and live to love,
with each passing breath I make.
I wish to spend the end with all,
and chose this day to have a ball.
I want to know I've done my best,
Before at last I take my rest.
My prayer for you? I can repeat
You meet life head on and on your feet.
Live each day as if your last,
and then like me, you'll have a blast.

- Trish 2013

Sunday, December 29, 2013

For my sister

Her voice it rang like lightning
at last the hour was hers.
Her heart a flame not melting
was so full that it might burst.
He was the one that mattered
the one she so longed to have,
his boyish youth just fading
his manhood shinning past.
He was a perfect notion
his heart to her he'd shown
that though they be a parted
Each moment stole they'd own.
Fresh air was his beginning
clear fields is her domain
They'd love each other only
in grassy country main.
He was not easily faltered
his manhood all intact
Not even tear diminished
this gentle handsome man.
Her mind a race with wonder
their fears of what may be
The future plans ignited
with love beyond today.
With each passing moment
she tingled to her toes
Could this be the one
I've wanted all along?
I've searched for him forever
up mountain, past all foe
Her mind a pitter patter
Her life complete in tow
Now each passing moment
could be with him so near.
She wants to scream I LOVE HIM
and wants to hold him dear
Her dreams at last unfolded
with him it is so clear.
I can only say as I think of her today
I'm more happy than I realized
more thankful than can bare.

- Trish 2013

Saturday, December 28, 2013

The love of friends

My friends they are an offering
a gift from God poured out for me
They lift my chin from doubts again
and walk beside with faithful mends
I wonder often why I am
So lucky now much more than then
These people strong with hearts of gold
That He's brought forth to care and tend
How can one person drink it in?
and yet how can I live without
the tiny bits of love they spout
into my life I say again
I am the humbled, blessed, and on mend
I praise the saints and Holy one
for each one's life and love I've won.
Are precious more to me than gold
for this I say, now you've been told
Seek this kindness whilst growing old
and you my friend will know love bold.

- Trish 2013

Friday, December 27, 2013


My friend hope sits upon the shelf
and glances down upon my bed
He's there and then he's gone again
Why tease me so, why this chagrin?
One day here to fill my heart,
the next day gone my dreams apart.
I wake each morn to wonder if
he'll be there twinkling full of myth
Those days with which I have the chance
to spend each moment like a dance
Where heart's alive and spirit chants
But next all dashed hope's gone at last
What news I beckon the happenstance
Do I but have a slight reprieve?
Or will like martyr dance then die?
What news, what news come speak appease.
But day leads on to night and then
He's gone, my heart all torn no mend.
Till the day I hear at last
He's here to stay, yes hope at last!
And warmth it flows, I have a chance.
Why dine with Hope, why give a care?
For this small glimmer, my heart holds dare.

-  Trish 2013

Thursday, December 26, 2013

The chair by the window

The leaves they blew like furls of curling bees
A chair stands cold and lonely against the grasp of sea.
It waits with upward arms, its love for you to see.
For moments pass to hours but soft its pillows shown
To touch and hold its owner when day's long strife is done
The window looks upon it and sings a little tune
For partners in the moment, they pass the time in muse.
Then light turns into scarlet withdrawn without a pun,
A weary, troubled body comes back when work has gone.
To watch from certain vantage while waves they dance as one.
The chair it smiles and holds her, renewed with purpose fun
For this the moment surely, her maker's work was done.

- Trish 2013

Saturday, December 7, 2013

The bird

On the meadow of the morrow
I met a bird of glassy hollow
It flew and dipped with classy tone
Then blew a kiss that landed home.

I watched as if transfixed somehow
The beauty flowed in unbounded hours
She praised creation as if to say
the one that made me didn't stray.

No bone nor sinew amiss or frayed
His love that made is not dismayed
Each hour and minute untold before
but come unbid in time and more.

With gentle love joyful spirit tune
though time is past and body strewn
Wracked with the passing damage new
But pain and effort passes too.

I looked the bird was looking too
but as I looked I realized, knew
I was the bird that flew and grew
beyond the clouds, beyond life too.

I soared and left this earthly muse
and danced on endless time for you
I lived forever, unchanged and new
For the love I left you unending too.

-  Trish 2013

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Love to me

You ask of me what love is while sitting idly be?
It is the gentle smile of a baby on my knee.
The tender grasp of aged as they sit beneath a tree.
The subtle knowing truth that He is all for me.
It's the winged determination for honey of the bee.
A touch of fresh new blankets a soft as they can be.
Tears that flow on parting goodbyes to those not seen.
The inter peace that floweth as you hold me in my need.
It is the joy in surely knowing that I'm poured out for thee
and in the end love keeps growing as surely as can be.
through sickness, joy, and sorrow together stand and be
for each one together solemn will give with joyful glee
and one day look with gladness at all that love can be.
So you ask me what love is that I should want and heed?
It is my all I giveth and your all  I take indeed.

- Trish 2013

Thursday, November 21, 2013


Morning comes in stark and dire
limbs that flow an inch an hour
coffee is the drug so sour
Morning comes in stark and dire.

- Trish 2013

Monday, October 21, 2013


Was dwiddle once, now dwiddle more
and I'll be not ever dwiddle poor
for dwiddle wants and dwiddle needs
to soon not be dwiddle anymore
but dwiddle's here and dwiddle stays
so maybe make poor dwiddle pay
for this the little dwiddle say
I'll be more dwiddle day by day.

- Trish 2013

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The innocence of youth

Those eyes, so young with brilliance ton darting to and fro with total fun
she steals a look then takes a run, a sight I'm sure, I am undone,
no hair, a cap and sitting there, the wonder fills hers eyes no clues.
she isn't sure she yields the bet and sneaks a little closer yet.
But slowly up from over book, those eyes appear, her head a crook,
"Where is your hair?" she asks and then, "giggles quick, and ducks again.
"Did someone steal it, take it away?" her mind a reel with questions sway,
No this is from life's burden cross, that I must bear and pray you not.
It's hard to understand my words, the nose it wrinkles, the face upturns.
"Will it come back to you someday?" oh these words do touch, dismay.
Yes in God's own dear loving time, He'll find my hair and I in rhyme
will answer with my gladness true and thank Him for this burden's due.
For in its way it's taught me true, to trust Him only, always, new.
For in His hand I place my faith, and live or die I've run this race
In such a way, I can not boast, but smile inside a take my post.
Her eyes quite wide, her mind so quick. She doesn't chance another nick
but runs away with giggles new, her answer had, she's won her due.
And back to book, but struggle now, have I, in some way made less new
this world an open book to her,  but now she knows sad chapters too.

- Trish 2013

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The martyrs

On shattered now the palms of them
that fight for anger, tears of hate
why cast a life in bitter waste
why condemn them now to this fate

They march or fight they burn and plight
why ever so the damage done
can simple words your deeds undo
the sin swamped no price atone

Their faces with the pain of death
the anger gone, their wrath abate
why cast you down upon this tome
the names that you annihilate

As if by some hand swept clean
your guilt, their blood, the ground abates
why cast your lot in such a way
why murder, plot, and steal away

The lives of those just so full of pain
when one man clashes steel to vain
and this world dies a little fate
for shattered now on palms of them.

- Trish 2013

Arleen @ 5Guys

It sat there on the table fine
My tummy rumbles and starts to whine
I have you now my 5Guys treat
Nice and hot, with twice stacked meat
I've paid my price, they served it hot
Can I have my cake but eat it not?
My night I'll spend with joyful thoughts
tomorrow? Heck! I care not
the cheese now oozes down the side
With each bite the grease does surely slide
Can I eat it all? Shall belly hide?
Meh probably, then  I'll chase with fries.

- Trish 2013

Sunday, August 11, 2013

The bee

Once again I pound the air
wings aloft, no breeze to bare
Zip zip zip I go
Buzz a flower, chair, her toe.
Free I roam no worries in tow
Sweet nectar is what I must know
Bang, oops, not that, which way to go?
I bounce and fly legs full like snow
I must but onward bumbling go
The task, the honey, must make it now
Bumble, zip, zip and then just down
Oh wow,  a pink one there below
Ploop, oops too hard I thought but no
I'm on it now to gather go.
Then up away the hive I seek
'Orr fence and dog and roof top's peaks.
The hive I must now make it fast
For young must have their sweet repast
And others now I must inform
This patio its mildly warm
But full of lush and nectar's swarm
My job's not done
I'm homeward torn.

- Trish 2013

Saturday, July 20, 2013

That place

On rolling hills my heart takes flight
to bound expanse, to frolic right
I breathe the air and inward take
the sun the grasses upon me break
It is the open plains I seek
to onward go where sky meets peak
This earthy goodness oh so right
I run bared footed on paths till night
and nestle down for rest just when
my eyes grow heavy and hearts a'grin
with memories of day's bright fun
this is the place I'll always come.

- Trish 2013

Saturday, May 11, 2013


She cried the day you left
She kissed the ouchie on your cleft
She held you close when life was rough
And worked so hard to keep you tough
She laughed at all your silly jokes 
She made you face that nasty bloke
She made that awfully crazy cake 
At your bodacious birthday eighth
And on her lap you felt secure
The day you pondered life's demure 
She held you up and watched you sing 
At your first great recital fling 
She taught you how to laugh at rain
Whether healthy or in pain
She gives and gives and seldom takes
To make your life reach higher gates
So on this time I'll stop and say
You are the best, take joy this day!

Happy Mothers day Mom. <3

- Trish 2013

Thursday, May 2, 2013

When I get to heaven

When I get to heaven
The songs that I shall sing
With angel voice and music
And love for all I'll bring.

When I get to heaven
Ill miss those left behind
But others gone before me
Will I love to find.

When I get to heaven
My troubles past shall be
Tears and sorrows never
Just smiles for all to see.

When I get to heaven
Ill stop and ponder long
The long dark road I travelled
To reach this shore alone.

- Trish 2013

Friday, April 19, 2013

I dream this day

Can dreams o'er take the wake of day
Or sands that shift the beach astray
The shells of time stand still to say
The day is here now to play.

I stroll upon the path and say
The sounds of summer at the bay
This is the time of frolic may
A sound of sea and salty spray.

The birds they dance aloft the bay
And wakes while blues crash in dismay
The smell of oceans balm is splayed
Upon my face and skin as I lay.

I dream of this unfettered play
On sand and shell and breezy may
I once again do dream on pillow nay
For I'm not there to love this day.

- Trish 2013

Friday, March 8, 2013

To my unborn a poem

Would my child be born to me,
with Papal's chin and Mother's glee?
would growth be short to just my height,
or taller still above my sight?
would hair be dark or feather light,
and curl to hip or be cut slight?
My child I wonder what you'd be,
a one to win and set men free?
Upon my arms to feel you now,
you suckle with small furrowed brow.
No whines you make with chin up turned,
your eyes so heavy my tickles spurn.
I see you on the first bus ride,
to school with others I wave goodbye.
You do real good and letters cite,
your curious thought full of appetite.
My cheek a tear as I see you off,
but you hop right up your hair a toss.
Then onward years I'm standing by,
as he stands before you smiling bright.
Your dress so smooth the flowers twinkle,
the dance your first, you go I sprinkle
tears land but happy thoughts I have,
your smile is all I want to have.
The years roll on and there you are,
all dressed in white me on your arm.
We're walking down the aisle all blue,
The young man looks and grins at you.
You say your vows, to him be true,
Your heart a gift, you glow anew.
Now on my death bed say goodbye,
no tears of sadness set thoughts aside,
I wish you smile, I come right too,
My thanks for love and years with you.
My child unborn in heaven still,
My womb no good, the dreams askew,
I'll never hold you till once we meet,
at heavens gate where me you'll greet.

- Trish 2009

Monday, March 4, 2013

My dear

Sitting here with you quite near.
Our hearts in tune, our love endear
This moment's joy and happiness
can it forever be my bliss?
For mountains fall in time gone by
but true love stands the tests of time
It flows from heaven wrapped in care
With angels flight on wing beat air
For this I know if err you ask
True love is better as time goes passed
For one heart beating next to mine
it's worth more than the gold I'd pine
For here you sit close by my side
as body withers, and death walks by
I look back on years with you
Not one I'd trade, each one still new
This is the love that poets draft
that songs speak of and tales they task
True love is all that's good to have
It's birthed with us and with us pass.
Our thoughts in sync our minds in tune
together walk cross mountain dune
to valleys low and full of pain
to heights of joy and fevered rain.
I'd keep more than my own joy's sake
to see you happy beyond all pain
As I pass on and yet you stay
Know this my love will never wain.
Its precious this the gift I've had
It fills me with all hope not bad.
I go beyond but never fear.
For you my love, my all, my dear.

- Trish 2013

Sunday, March 3, 2013

A woman's love

What beauty in a simple kiss
the words you say the thoughts you link
It means the height of human love
A bond, a trust, a cherished blink.

Don't take this trust to cast it down
like cheap perfume or broken crown
I give you all I am and more
to have to hold forever more.

Stay true to this my sacred gift
and worthy of my offering. 
To sip a taste of other's fruit
would tear my heart and render mute

It would but thrust a knife hilt home
and rind the tender honest bone
For me to see you give away
the love that's mine for all I've paid.

Stay true, my love, to higher cause
and sup with me, enjoy my all.
I give you freely so now partake
for I am yours please don't forsake.

- Trish 2013

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Joy renewed

Upon the tip of laughter brings
the time of hope and joy begins
My soul alive from death's cold touch
to hear the music, to feel so much

I harken to the joyful sounds
of children playing, no ills abound
The hallways filled with happy thoughts
is this heaven, I think but naught.

This is the place where hearts are true
the sounds of joy, great love renew
Rejoice my soul, take heart and sing
I am the blessed, my body new.

Can price be placed upon this thought
can love be bundled, packaged not
My smile is painted, but fake its not
It goes from ear to other side
and tells how much that I can't hide.

- Trish 2013

Monday, February 4, 2013

At the window

She sits upon the window sill
arrayed in blankets warmly still
Her face contains the pain of time
her body wracked with painful rhyme

She peers out into the wintery site
the snow falls gently arrays in white
Her thoughts not dare to future think
she has her sentence, she's on the brink

Like the man condemned to die
Not crime committed nor evil rye
Innocent of all, not fair
Condemned no less, her heart in tears

She longs to run, to walk, to play
for laughter, fun, all this not stay
right here to take the daily pain
and watch as body withers away

Why her, why now, she wants but fun
the things pile high she's never done
To climb great peaks long ways from home
To dive the depths with fishes run

Instead its here upon this sill
she waits and sits and stays quite still
for this her lot, her bane, her fate
though teary stained, she has no hate

- Trish 2013

Friday, February 1, 2013

My time

This early morning hour is mine
I stir alone no others pine
My heart is free to roam and dance
Whilst others sleep and dream at last

I roam my thoughts far and wide
I'm first a pirate then a bride
My pen it travels to and fro
To capture thoughts and silly rhymes

This time I take just for me
It sits and waits like cat in tree
For me to ponder happy thoughts
or silly wanderings of my heart

If you never have this time
My heart is sad for missed sublime
Come hither hearken to its call
Grab pen for note and have a ball

- Trish 2013

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Not sought

Life on order, bags are packed.
Time to go, no time for slack.
Freedom just a silly word,
I'm bound to yet a different fate.
My life a thread my feelings naught,
I press on to hated ground not sought.

- Trish 2013

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

To dance

To dance with feet unbound and onward leap on air no sound
I move the rhythm speaks to me, over distance run no bended knee
Around the room I twirl let free, my hair it swings my feelings glee
This is my spirit it rolls within, no fear, no sad, my heart unbound

Can you see that this is me? My hopes my dreams wrapped tightly round
The melody is strong and loud. Upon the floor I dance you'll see.
The lights, the sounds, my heart a pound, skin tingly taught, yes this is me.
It's me alive to dance my life, my love, my all, my night is found in all the sound.

- Trish 2013