Love Street

A poem for all those who are looking for love. My tip - stop looking......

Love Street


There is a place that everyone
Tries so hard to find
A place so precious
That once found it is forever in mind

No map can get you here
The sat nav will not assist
And the harder you look
The more you are shrouded in mist

Eyes are not what you need
To find this avenue
Amongst all the people in the world
Love Street will find you

There is no paving
No end and no start
Love Street will find you
When you open your heart

Tear down those barricades
Remove those walls
Let the real you emerge
Into these sacred halls

What a joy awaits
Happiness beyond your ken
And all you have to do
Is let it in

Love Street, what a place
Everyone, a smile on their face
All the human race
With their presence would it grace

Live life, love life
Spend it on Love Street
Give yourself the chance
And your life’s love you will meet

Window on The Soul

Somebody once asked me to help them with their self confidence - but what exactly is that? Where does it come from? And how do you get some?

Window on The Soul


Invisible, intangible and so fragile
Yet it has unlimited power
It can change the world
But its absence can make you cower

Where does it come from
This powerful thing?
How can it flood your veins
And then leave after a visit so fleeting?

Now here’s a contrary thought
Perhaps it does not exist
And the attempts to build it
Are just like knitting mist

Maybe its just another window on your soul
Another view of your human frailty
This handy label called confidence
Is a reminder that you not yet free

Not yet free from the need to fix your world
Not yet free from the way things should be
So invest in your freedom from yourself
And you will find the confidence key

The Fortress of Vulnerability

A poem for those of us who feel we have to put on some sort of external image so others see us as "strong" all the time.

The Fortress of Vulnerability


In weakness there is strength
And the vulnerability we all hide
Can be our greatest asset
But first you have to let people inside

Inside the fortress you know you have
Into the place where only a select few
Are ever granted admittance
For fear of what they might do

All of your vulnerability
And all that you make it mean
Can make the difference
Between living or not your dream

The terrible things that you dread
From sharing who you are
Will not happen because you give them a voice
And on your journey you will have travelled far

Give it a try
Take a risk
Hold nothing back
And once you start do not desist

Feel the lightness of being
From complete transparency
And notice that nothing happened
When you revealed the “real me”

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

How true - from Coach Carter. If you have not seen the film, watch it.

What the Woman Doesn't See

A poem for those women who do not realise how great they can be and already are.

What the Woman doesn’t see


The reflection in the mirror
Is a beauty to behold
A radiant image
So striking, so bold
But the woman doesn’t see

Desiring at the same time
To be admired and yet not seen
She fusses over how she looks
And leaves as a beauty queen
But the woman doesn’t see

She doesn’t see her whole self
Only every imperfection
And when it comes to compliments
She is a master of deflection
Oh! What the woman doesn’t see

That she is a beauty
Is clear by every object measure
But being told that
Does not bring her any pleasure
What the woman doesn’t see

The power that she has
To dominate a room
Simply by her presence
She can lift the gloom
But the woman doesn’t see

Instead she stays so small
So quiet, so mild and meek
The star spotlight
She will never seek
Oh what the woman doesn’t see

Rejoice in your image
Treat it as a gift
For you to bestow upon the world
However you see fit
And then perhaps you’ll see
What a woman you can be

Starting Out

A poem I wrote for my Mom - made her cry, which was not quite what I intended.

Starting Out


As an unborn child
You do not have a say
The cards you are dealt
Are just what come your way

And so as life begins
Am I born unto a king
Is this a silver spoon I’ve found
Or does my life start from stony ground

But what makes the difference
To the life you start
Is nothing so material
It is about the heart

It is not what you are given
It is who you have
Guiding you through early life
Like your very own sat nav

In this I have been lucky
And luck it surely is
To find myself with a mother
With such specialties

A mother who has been there
All throughout my life
Enjoying my happy times
And helping me in times of strife

A mother who knows
The greatest gift of all
Is to help her children grow
And then catch them if they fall

And so after all these years
I now make the time to say
How I really do thank you
For all you did for me each day

And now I’ve made the time
To say how special you are to me
And how when I was born
I’d already won life’s lottery

One Life

A poem I wrote. One to reflect on when you are feeling trapped or unfulfilled

One Life


In all the world
Man is unique
In knowing that death
Does him seek

This sense of self
Is a poisoned fate
For to the world
You can relate

You know not when
You know not where
But know this
When you die the world won’t care

The wind will blow
The rain will fall
Nature won’t weep
Or throw a ball

You were born and you will die
Of that you can be certain
The time between is yours to live
Your chance to be your greatest person

Your time
Is your most precious gift
For you to spend
As you see fit

It cannot be saved
Or passed on
And every day
More of it is gone

You will not complete
Everything you start
So live your life
With joy at heart

What others think
You cannot shape
So live your life
Don’t just escape

Love yourself
For you are great
And live your life
Before its too late

The Angel Behind The Veil

One of my interests is helping people through personal coaching and I sometimes write a poem for them to take away and refer to. Here's one.

The Angel Behind the Veil


Behind a veil of bravado
The angel hides away
Hoping against hope
To survive another day

Another day of sadness
Deep within her heart
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For her life to start

Coping with life’s troubles
And all she makes them mean
Feeling like a person
Too easily unseen

Spending all her time
Worrying about
What others say or think
Of self belief there is a drought

The confident veneer
Hides a simple truth
She does not know who she is
And hasn’t since her youth

The angel wipes a tear
From her precious soul
Whilst smiling to the world
And searching for a goal

An angel as radiant
As anything we see
Visible to others
But not clearly

And now the veil
Is lifting from her face
Revealing an angel
To warm the human race

17000 days

I am nearly 17000 days old. So what? Well I read somewhere this week that the web is now 5000 days old which sounded a long time but I can remember when it started (is that a definition of being old?).

As I was not a really early adopter I guess the web has only been in my own world for maybe 3500 days. Is there anything else that has changed day to day life for so many people, every business and society in general so profoundly and so quickly. Scary.

I can remember all the heated intellectual debates about what would and would not work, what would happen, the business models that would prevail etc. They would make fascinating reading now for some historian I bet. I don't remember them all of course but many "impossible" things then have become the norm now, most things that were never going to be free now are and many things that never used to exist are now the revenue sources. Incredible when you look back.

I wonder what the next 5000 days will bring.