roy storey - poems

Poetry Series

Roy Storey- poems -

Publication Date: 2008

Publisher:Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive

Roy Storey() I am now on a few poetry sites as i think this a way forward for poets no longerare we a few here and there. there are many of us and we will all work to helpeach other for better poetry. I am enjoying my time on this site, i think i writing a lot better but only you cantell me.

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(1) Elizabath. It is the timefor moving.To a better timedown the road, over the hilland awaywith you. Roy Storey


(1) Untill. (For Bet August 2006 To 2008) The sun is still shiningdown english country lanes.Life changesthe pastoverlaps,our todaysand tomorrowsuntill? Roy Storey


{1}at The End. [ For Bet. ] Come flow with the rivercome flow with the breeze.Taking life slowlyall ways at ease.We will take the couseaway trough time.At the end of a lift timewill you still be mine. Roy Storey


1342. There is a springat burton baset.By the edgeof the road.The stone frontis badly defaced,but if youlook insidethere is a stone blockwhich saysthe year of are lord1342 Roy Storey


1for Ann Marie. I.O.U. a smile.I.O.U. all the lovefrom my heart.I.O.U. timei can nevergive you.I.O.U. everthingfor you are myfriend. Roy Storey


1friend. They may breakyour hearti will pick upthe pieces.You may feel alonei will all ways be with you.When you think all is losti will still be yourfriend. Roy Storey


1green- Blue.(A M 3) Do i care a littledo i love a lot.The green blue eyed girlthat time forgot. Roy Storey


1knights. (For A M 2 4 2008) Knightswith ladys fair.Sunlightshining in there hair.I pass to day.In a worldfar away. Roy Storey


1night Breeze. (For Ann Marie) Night breezemoving in to the city,down its streetsin to its housepubs and bars.Passed old, and youngmothers to.Lovers may beme and you.Warm gentle moving away.In to the nighton to day. Roy Storey


1she Was You. (For A M 2 4 2008) I had a dream.I spentthe nightwith a beautful woman.I didshe was you. Roy Storey


A Book. A book, a booka wonderful bookRobin hood and old frier Tuck.All in lincan greenwith forty shades in between.This is the emerald landa jewel they say.All in a booki read today. Roy Storey


A Day Begins Sitting on a balconyover looking the citygray lifeless, out to seathe first rays of light.Cut across the waterlighting the out linesof the building pinkturning red to goldlightas a day begins. Roy Storey


A Day. A day will comei will not rise.Or wipe the sleepout of my eyes.Wash or dresswith out a care.So do not lookfor mei am not there. Roy Storey


A Life Time. We will meet againon the highwayto the stars.Walking you and ifor there are no cars.Drinking from the streamfreash as dew.A life times memorieswe can shair a new. Roy Storey


A Life Worthwhile. Only a lifelived for othersis a life worthwhile.From grand housesto a hut out in the wild.Helping othersa way to be.Love and kindnessconstantly. Roy Storey


A Love Poem To make her fall in lovegive herhugs and kiss to.Some flowersfrom the garden aboveto make her dreams, come true.Some timesyou have to say please.Give her a bit of squeeze.And say i love you. Roy Storey


A Poets Dream. In the darkcity streetsno lovedid i find. So i movedto the countryto find somepeace of mind. All ways movingonwardlooking for to see,a land of peace and lovewhere everybody free. Roy Storey


A Season Ends. I ware my skinlike an old coat.My hair has gonei have seen better days.As the sun plays.A cross the medowin dappled huesof green, gold,yellow, and brown,as a season ends. Roy Storey


Aftermath. It is not a kissit is the heart.It is not the poembut the rhyme.Withintheaftermathof time. Roy Storey


Air Hostess. She smiledher elmond eyesturned at the edge.A warm glow, came from her.She over wellemd mewithcan i help you sir. Roy Storey


All Seasons. Will you everwalk in England.Will you ever,talk in England.Going down to Warwickon a fine spring day.Dancing round the may polethe king and queens of may.A day for all seasonsall seasons in a day. Roy Storey


Amanda. Gently the wind blows amandai can not feel the wind or the sun.Another day is done amandawith no place to run. The room is small amanda break free.They are having friends for tea.Can you walk amanda ' no not on your knees 'come learn to talk amanda, amanda please. Gently the wind blows her hair.A young woman without a care.But she remembers the pain of being aloneon her own for years and the tears of amanda. Roy Storey


And A Day I am looking for a sliverdawn, blue skyswhere the landflows on for ever.Where you, and i can sit and talkuntill the time of never.Of may be this, or may be that.A brown owl, a fluffy hat.Just to while the time a way.Forever, and a day. Roy Storey


Aeo. Angleangle of the morningfading away.Angleangle of the morningsmiling goodday.Angleangle of the morningi am starting to cry.Angleangle of the morningis this goodby. Roy Storey


Answer. We are the childrenof the forest, and plan.Living our lives,our lives, are the same.If i had answeri would share it with you.To help us on our journeythis life time through. Roy Storey


Apex. Betweenthe apexof the rising.And setting.Of the sunis lifeguaredby the moonat night. Roy Storey


Apple She has the charmof a flowerin the time of may.Pink and whitewild prfume floating on the air.Apple blossom, apple blossom,everwhere. Roy Storey


Aquarius. The dawn turns and there i lie.Ten thousand years have gone by.The change, has come once more unseen.Atlantis rise, in shades of green.As islands rise, as islands crash.In to the future, in to the past.Returning peace to palacasade.To woodland green, to forest glade. Roy Storey


Are You? 1.5.2008 One mind.Can bring deathone mind.Can bring lifeone mind.Can bring heatone mind.Can bring loveone mind.Which oneare you. Roy Storey


Aries Rising. Every time we touchi get this feelingi do not know why.Every time we kisshow the time dos fly.My heart beats so fast.This is love a love to last. Roy Storey


As A Woman. I born at the top of the hill am king of all.I born in a hut by the river have notting, I hunt in the forest with my servants and friends.I fetch and carry, scrub and clean and am forgotten. As a man i will rule the world.As a woman i will be a slave. I will die the death of a hero.I will see your memory fadeand still be queen. Roy Storey


Autumn (Two) The smell of burningwood on the breeze.Falling leaves, play amongthe trees.Carts loaded with hay.travle homeat the end of day. Roy Storey


Autumn. As the birdsfly southheralding winter. Logs stakedfor long winter nightsa round the fire. We will tell our storysof summer past. Roy Storey


Balance. At lastthe rain fallsover the dry earthin to the cracks,deeper refreshingrestoring the balanceto bring forth life. Roy Storey


Bangkok. Heat beatsdown on the sukhumvit roada thousand tradersa million dreams.The dragon of progreesweaves it waythrough the city.where hotei comeswith his gifts of fruitand sweetsfor the anglesof light. Roy Storey


Begining. Ice crystalsfalling, rising, twisting on the aira spiraling mass, on the windfalling covering the earth. The warmth of the sunmelting the crystalsdroplets. runing, tumbling downinto the earth. Warm moist, the seed unfoldspushes its way upwardbreaking through into the lightto live a season long. Roy Storey


Birthday. Another yeargone in time.A birthdayglass of wine.Blow out the candleson the cake.If your twoor ninetyeight. Roy Storey


Bloom. The coolbreeze of the morningpasses.The rising tempertureof the day.Bring forthslowly openinga beautiful bloom. Roy Storey


Blue Dolphins. There a landcalled make believe.Just move thiscloud with a heave.Then we can saleaway.To where the bluedolphins play. Roy Storey


Book Of Dreams I carry it within my mind.I look within its pageto find.My yesterday, todays, and tomorrowsall lay within my book of dreams. Roy Storey


Break Of Day. Do you have the urgeto write.Lines that come in the night.like dreamsthey fade a way.All goneby the break of day. Roy Storey


Brotherhood. The knowing of it.The growing of it.The kindness of it.The blindness of it.The love of it.Whole of it.The brotherhood of man. Roy Storey


Calling. Calling, calling on the winddrifting down the riverhigh up in the trees.Carryed by the butterfieswith the birds, and bees.Some call it loveothers harmonyit passes everydaybetween you and me. Roy Storey


Calls. I have a dreamof shelowrivers.Water falls,kids playing,buddhists praying.Thialandthe dreamstill calls. Roy Storey


Candle Light. By candle light.She sitsnight afther night.Waiting waitingfor herloverto return. Roy Storey


Carbon. Start your carand think of me.Black death ridding free.I will kill your wifeand kids.Look at me.Your only part of histroy. Roy Storey


Cat. Watching the birds fly freewaiting patientlymoving across the lawn.Afther lifes new born.A run a leap a cry of fear.The bird lays dead the cat is here. Roy Storey


Chiengmai. The river runsslowly herechildren playin it coolwaters.Green orangewaters.Passing throughthe sea of life. Roy Storey


City Day. The gull fiys across a fieldas the rain falls.A crow moves thruogh the grasslike an undertaker in a crowdas the day begins. In the gray city streetsgray city poeple move.Within the rhythm of ther day.To the rhythm of the rainand the pain of being alone. The gull crysas the crow flys to roast.Spreading black wingsas night falls. Roy Storey


City Streets. city streets are dirtythere is no love there.But some times on a saturdaya party takes the air.With the sound of laughterof poeple having fun.But city streets are dirtywhen the day is done. Roy Storey


Coin The sliver cointwisting turningon the air.Heralding, dreamsof a dry bedfood, a place to stay.For this beggerthis day. Roy Storey


Coke. One lineof white powderdrawen in to the body.A thousand cellsin the brainburn and die.Then cryfor more. Roy Storey


Cry You hide like a ghostin the shadows.Guarding your hearthoping for love.Afraidyou may find itand cry. Roy Storey


Cup. Weall sipfrom the cupof lifebrown, black,red, yellow,and white.All sip with equalstand.Through out the worldin every land. Roy Storey


Dance. Harlequins and columbinesall dance a round the fire.Reflections,in there eyesis filledwith desire. Roy Storey


Danceing Shadows. Just to seethe danceing shadowsgreen reficshionsin a stream.Taking life slowlymoving onwardin the dream.It is the danceof loveit is the danceof lifewith loving childrenand a gentle wife. Roy Storey


Dark And Light. Am i hereor am i there.A wind swept beachor the open air.Dark and coldsnow and ice.The repper callsdeath the price.Am i hereor there again.A wind swept beachor an open plane.. Roy Storey


Dawn. it is a gray dawnseen in the refiectionof her tears.With the dreamsof the night windsyet to come.As she passthroughher day. Roy Storey


Day. I am the morningflow metill noon. I am the sunflow me through the skytill evening..I am the moontaking you, to a new day. Roy Storey


Days Of Old. Jupta and mewould sitby the well.In the shadeof a treestorysto tell.Of maidens so bravekings so bold.Wizards and giantsin days of old. Roy Storey


December. Far a waylong a goglowing now asan ember.Thingsmy heartwould know,once upondecember. Roy Storey


Democracy. Democracy,the free willof the manyentrusted in a few.For the freedom of all. Roy Storey


Deshonest Dedicated to yougracing insideon the highway.Like a fine tequilanights spentalone,naked.I can taste youin my sleep.The visionstandingbehind every dream.Every morningbetween the stillnessviolent love.Noturning back noware you dishonestwith your life. Roy Storey


Down By The Sea.1977 Her eyes are like poolsHer hair like corn.For she is hereshe is the dawn.Here to welcome the day.Where the children play.There games of can you see.in and outof the coves, and cavesdown by the sea. Roy Storey


Drawing. The girl wasdrawing waterfrom the well.As the horsesdarwing the cart past.The artiesdarwing a pictureof the house.Were the maidwas drawing the curtains.As the daywas darwingto an end. Roy Storey


Dream Maker. On a nightwhen the moon is briti will come for youwe will dance in your dreams.over mountains, valleys, streams.In distant lands,to rock and roll bands.On sliver sands,at the threshold of lifewhere the dream maker stand. Roy Storey


Dream. Living,living a dream.Strawberry cake with ice cream.Heroes beholda rising queen.All,are allwithin a dream. Roy Storey


Dreams Of Life. The wineflowed in towater.The waterin to tearstears.in to dreamsdreamsof life. Roy Storey


Dreams. Intrigue me,inspire me,amuse me,please me,with dreamson the wind. Roy Storey


Drought Hot, dry, mile upon mile.The sun beats downupon the earth.Locked deep withinlies the seeds.Waiting, waiting,for the rain. Roy Storey


Earth. You sayyou know methen look again.From my junglesto my plans.The sun is shiningwe our free.Do you,know me. Roy Storey


Empty Houses. Laft is the spirit from the rooms.Now the barbarianshave ripped down the walls.All the dreams have laftblown away in the wind. Roy Storey


Enchanted Dreams. Swells of orange dustmove round and roundin the breezebythe molly treewith white, fragrant blooms.Filling the air withbeautifulperfume.As the music of the fluteflows through the treesacross medows green.Lostin the babblingof a stream.Of the landof enchanted dreams. Roy Storey


Endless Dream. I canfeel the love hereits warm, friendly,it makesthe rooms glow.As it flows throughthe house as anendless dream. Roy Storey


England. You can feel itthe bit in the airon a winter morn.Golden sunlightthrough the treeson a spring day.The glint on the riverin may.As the may fliesdance there day,in England. Roy Storey


Entertainment. Grippinga master, buildingslowly unfolding events.Divulging just the rightinformation.of plot, sub plotan high octaneentertainment. Roy Storey


Everyday. This is the passingof time,everyday is everyday.flowing,one to anotherbaby,woman,old and gray,everyday is everyday. Roy Storey


Exploited. The trouble wasshe had sucha pretty face.They took advantageof her looks.She did notrealisethey were beingunkind. Roy Storey


Famine. Rotting flesh drops, from the bonesin to the limpid watersof a lifeless stream.Trees blacked decaying stand,under a sky as blueas yesterday.As today. Roy Storey


Far Away. She rises asmist on the morn.Travling throughthe day.To sleep in theeveningin anotherland far away. Roy Storey


Farry. Life could be merryon a boat or a farrymoving a longthe river of time.So while we are walking.We can keep on talking.As the river flowsgently through our minds. Roy Storey


Father And Son (14.8.1971.) You look like a trampsaid a father to his son.All you do is watchthe river run.You could be so many thingsif you would only try.I am what iamwas the boys reply. Roy Storey


For Ever Thinking of dust filled fieldswith dry stokes of rice.Others with small bush tomatoesplants that look like coquetsand taste like cucumber.Sweet cornfishing pools,dust traks that go to nowhere.Each dayto the next.life after lifefor ever. Roy Storey


For Today. Is it a poemor a test of time.Or just anotherpretty rhyme.To make the day go.A little fastera little slow.A rhyming, flowera touch of maytihs is the poemfor today. Roy Storey


Forgotten. The drip of the waterfrom the rusty tap.Chewed pile of paperthe home of the rat.These words, on old papera forgotten page.Simply saysdeath of an age. Roy Storey


Fortune Teller. In the square.Looking up to take the air.It is a lovely day.But she know that anyway.A shadow cast on the ground.The fortune tellerturns around.Not forseen and not fortold.This fortune teller is very old.On this timeon this day.The fortune tellerpassed away. Roy Storey


Forward. Days are fastlife is slow.Moving forwardas we go.Out to wherethe rainbow ends.Once more to seeour friends. Roy Storey


Fourth Of July. Join the funits the fourth of july.A joy in the airno fears, no sighsthe birth of a nationpower and dreams.Rivers and mountainsforest and streams.The fourth of julya wonderful day.Bowing our headsto God we pray. Roy Storey


Freedom. Freedom winsfreedom falls.Wisedom out livesit all.Runing pushingall the time.This freedom yoursthis freedom mine. Roy Storey


Games.12.9.1971. Dogs palyas children play,there gamesyou can not see.Ships and planesa bit of history.Football, netball,balls on string.Flies that danceand birds that sing.So many games to play.Untill the end of day. Roy Storey


Ghost. Moving through the watersliding through the grass.A serpent, bound in histroya ghost from the past.Hiding in the shadowaway from the sun.Just a lonely ghoston its lifes run. Roy Storey


Girl On A Swing. For Fay Violines and rosea girl on a swing.A stairway to heavenwhere angles do sing.Then comes the daywhen we all fly high.As the girl on a swingwith rose near by. Roy Storey


Good Friends. A shaft of lightin a wood ona summerday.In the coldstreets of a winters day.Smilingsmiling in my mind.Runing throughmy life untill the end of time. Roy Storey


Good Luck For You. Kwan yincomes with her kindnessher friends come with there treats.Through out Thialandin all the city streets. Roy Storey


Goodby. At the partingthere will be tears.Tears, of happynesstears, of lovetears of saddnessfor a safe returnhome. Roy Storey


Greater Story. Is it the riseorfall of man.The hateorthe pain.Ora greater storywhere we all liveagain. Roy Storey


Havens Door. They have strange thingsto tellthe people of sandmodo.Of our journey from life,to life,a life to start a new.All must be laft behindfrom the one before.To see the light of lifewithin havens door. Roy Storey


Hellowmass. The mist is swirlingdown veokrey street.Its only the soundthe sound of your feet.Its only the windmoving a chain.On heloween nightbut then again. Its only your foot stepsjust you and the fog.The fearsome soundof a howling dog.Home at lastyou step inside.A blood soaked bodyyour latest prize. Roy Storey


Henry. (My Greyhound) I will tellyou a storyof henrythe dog.He is bigandhe is greyfog.Trip by the yardchiken by the pound.henry the dogmakes no sound.he is softhe is funand i forgotto say.Just say boohe will run away. Roy Storey


Her Eyes. I did not see hergrowing upthe wind is softly sighing.When she seen her first pupby its mother lieing.The tears she sheadthe day she wed.Did not pass my eyes.for i died long a gowhen she opened her eyes. Roy Storey


Heros. (1985) The buble gum herosof yesterdayplay on the planes of war.The victor or the vanquest. The rice fields flatenthe eturnal hell.of the snipers bullitthe odd whining shell.No one knowswhy they cameor what it foronly the buble gum heroswho love to this war. Roy Storey


Home. As i walkedthe pathwayacrossthe streamentering the villageof my birthi was reminded.Of the hardship herewithin the joy of livingi know i was atmy jounreys endhome. Roy Storey


Hour Glass. .The hour glass turnssand runing throughcrystals of timeless bays.Silent days.When we were freefree to hunt,free to sing our song.Then time was courtin a bottle.Killing our songtime turns in the hour glass.Time running byTime turns in the hour glassus we die. Roy Storey


I Love You. Only wordsup on a page.Say i love youonly wordsanother timeanother age.I love you. Roy Storey


I Walk, I See, I Run. I walktrough city streetshearing many thingbut talk of none. I seethe passage of timeand beyond. I runwith the richwho never neednever seeinga village girlstanding on the streetsof Bangkokhoping for foodto make her day. Roy Storey


Image. Looking at a photographa imageburnt in time.The lady from the cornershopshe was a friend of mine.Look heres henrywith his sister sue.An old school photographof me and you. Roy Storey


Imagine. (1989) Close your eyesimagine,a warm breezethruogh a temple courtyard.A candle,a tiny tinling bell.Incense on the aira small coin floating awayin a tiny leaf boat.To honour, the spirtsimagine peace. Roy Storey


In The Heat Of A Summers Day. The flies dancebetween the sun and shadow.Dust floats on the airround the doodway green paint peels,potatoes roll out of sacksacross the open floor.The old man sits slumped in a chair;sweat rolling, running, drippingdown into pools in the dust;only stirring when a flyruns over his hands or face.Hot, dry, the sun beats down.Nothing moves, only the flies;buzzing, running, rising, circlingbetween the sun and the shadow. Roy Storey


In The Night. Rain fallshiting the road.Runinghere, and there,reflecting.Red, blue, white,neonsin the night. Roy Storey


Intra Muros. You can feel it in the sunriseyou can see it in the air.He is all round youhe is every where.In every birds songin every plant that cries.As the tears of happnessfill all our eyes. He is the beauty of the morninga star in flight.The safety and the warmthin the dead of night.He is your friend, he is your makerhe is the night, he is the day.He is allways with youas you travle on your way. I walked in the watarsi was not afraid.To see all his wondersthe beauty he had made.And all along the shore lineliving i could see.The souls and the spiritsof those who are free. Roy Storey


Isaan. Isaanthe poor lands of northeast.Thailandwhere everyday is everday.As lives slip way.Within the lifeof Buddha. Roy Storey


Janey Brennan. You sit nearyet a far,you smileyou do notsee me at all,you talkto me,but never hearmy words,you leave as you camealoneall ways alone. Roy Storey


Joy. Petals on the windhave passedall blown away.Butterflies in the grasson a summerday.The coloured leaves of auturmlostgoneon the roadtochristmasday.To the joysbeyondthat of new yearsday. Roy Storey


Kite [for Somjeen] Today i flew a kite.As well i mint.Was king of all the bees.That dance a round the trees.For you, my love for you. Roy Storey


Kwan Yin. She is buddhaschild,she is kindness,she is freedom,she is love,she is generosity,she isKwan yin. Roy Storey


Lady Eat Can i shairyour toothpastefor we are only friends.We canwalk a long this pathwayto wherethe rainbow ends. (For My Friend Eat) Roy Storey


Last. So farfrom our twised rootsdown the reems of time.Knights and queensspring to mind.Through all the days of gloryheroes of the passed.Just one glass of waterthis could be your last. Roy Storey


Late. For Keran Its eight oclock,i tap the dile.It has been fastfor a while.Then again,thoughts of fear.She could be playingvery near.Or run down by a car.Followed, by the manwith a scar.She all wayslate it true.Ill keep her inthats what ill do.Ten past eight,i am sorry dad.I could not get homethe roads are bad.Would you likea cup of tea.Theres one for youand one for me.I am sorry dad,i am late again.Every nightits just the same. Roy Storey


Lazy Days. Still waterswhere the riverflows slow.Where the sunshinesand the fish biton lazy days. Roy Storey


Leaving Tomorrow. Planting seedsfor the future.Moving old letterspapers in to a boxfrom the past.as i amleaving tomorrow. Roy Storey


Life. A lazy dayby the river.Sunshiningcasting dappledshades, of treeson the wateras it flowslife after life. Roy Storey


Light. Rays of the sun, light fallsthrough woodland.With hues, ofgold,yellow,green,birds fly withinthe golden raysof light. Roy Storey


Lost. The seedling growsone year two yearsfive ten.Fifty more and on again.Then cut downmaking paper rolling round.Pages for me to writein the middle of the night.Another dream that went a stray.They do turn out that way. Roy Storey


Love (2008) All i seeor have seen.Is the dream,within a dream.Of love. Roy Storey


Love And Hope. Love is the lightof the acquiescent flam.in the temple of lifewhere all laidbear,on the shrineoflove and hope. Roy Storey


Mask. (9.7.2008.) The maski wherethe shadowshide.The moonglowon the rising tide.All is here,all to see,look, look,you can notsee me. Roy Storey


Moods The mist of moodsmoves in. and out,as the daymovesin to eveningon to night. Roy Storey


Morning Town. You thinkthey do notlove you.You thinkyour all alone.On the edgeof morning townfindingyour wayhome. Roy Storey


Morning. The eagle soarsin the skylooking for pray. The river flowsswiftly overthe stones. The cartmoves a longthe trackheading for market. Roy Storey


Move Away. Leaving the past behindlosing old friendsmaking new.Falling in loveme and you.Getting marriedour weddingday.Tomorrowwe move away. Roy Storey


Moving Away. Wondering through the roomsthat are empty now.The sound of babys crying.Children sighing,teenagers playing,wedding daying,me and you so much to domoving away. Roy Storey


My Mind. When all the prayers have been said.And all the children are in bed.On my own i slip away.My mind to dance, some times to play.A poem, sometimes a tune.In the peace of my front room. Roy Storey


Nicky. I see youworking your way.A long a crowed streetYour hair flowingin the breezeof a summers day.On staffard streetin Walsallfar far way. Roy Storey


Nights. On nights like thisi reflicet the years.Household soundswithin my ears.Kids grown upgone there way.I worki hope,i dream,i pray. Roy Storey


No Sound. Come flow the willowcome beckon the call.The owl is huntingno sound at all.The fox is huntingout on the fen.Long before day breakhe be a sleep in his den.Come herald the day breakthe horn and the hounds.The fox is deadthe owl makesno sound. Roy Storey


No Tears. Whats it likein your dreamsi can only askyou why.Whats it likein your dreamsdo you really fly.So whats it likein your lifedo you everwonderwhy.Then we are gone foreverwith no tearsor goodbyes. Roy Storey


Noble Joker. I am the noble jokeryour dreams of me will festeri will not let you be. I am the fool of doverwho keeps on rolling overwaiting to see the sea. I am the avenger of the universethe light of manthe dream of a million faithsthe reality of none,i am you,i am me,i am eternity. Roy Storey


Not Far Away. Mount the steadride awayfor ever and a day.With coral beadson a tread.Words are heardbut never said.Andpeter pan is todayin neverlandnotfar away. Roy Storey


Notthing. No wordsto writenotthingto say.A nighta weeka yeara day. Roy Storey


Nowhere.19 October 2007. We will saleto the edgeof nowherejust you and me.Under a clear blue skyon a magic sea.We will loveyou and ithe way itsment to be.In our worldofreality. Roy Storey


Old Man. Old man sittingin a doorway.Hands claspedround a bowlof rice soupa days pay.bending his head sloelyin to sleep he slips away. Roy Storey


Olympiad. Five spriteswhite, yellow, red, brown, black,within the five circlesof power.To fromthe olympiadof man. Roy Storey


On The Edge. On the edgeof dawnbetween night and day.Where the dreamsare packed away.Where hope, love, peace,start there way.Through the worldto the nightsedgeto sleep till dawn. Roy Storey


On The Wind. Cast your hearton the windfly.Your life isfor living.Loveit the begining.Live everydayon the wind.Only you,the tears that your crying.Only you,this world never dieing.Only you,living your lifeon the wind. Roy Storey


Once More. It strange this feelingwild and free.It strange this felingis this really me.Out on a lagoonout on a sea.It strange this feelingis this really me.Love is an answerlove is a door.Is this really meonce more. Roy Storey


One By One. [ For Merie 2005 ] Tears of saddnessdryed by the sun.Tears of gladnessone by one.Tears of joya gift a child.Peace and lovefor a while. Roy Storey


One More Day. Are you happywell and fit.Got no moneywell thats it.Food for tomorrowlove for today.God blissed youFor one more day. Roy Storey


Only One Night. Remember the verseremember the rhyme.Remember the meterall set in a line. Remember the storyfrom begining to end.He is an old manwith a young friend. Is it a kiss, or is it a lie.Remember the verseand always asked why.Why is sowhy is it right.To become a poetfor only one night. Roy Storey


Our Song. Our songis on the breeze.The wind in the trees.A streamsingsi love you. Roy Storey


Pathway. Enter the darknesswords winging to the heart.The dead welcome you, listenthere skulls echo the silence. There bones sing,they have trodden the pathway. To the threshold of lightthey burn with the star.they are one. Roy Storey


Poetry. Poetry givesthe universe wings.Soul to the mind,imagination to everythingwith love to all. Roy Storey


Pool. This silver round discreflects on the surface.Stretched like a canvaswithin,its circuler edgein shades of greenand grey. Roy Storey


Quake. From the seacomes the wind.From the windcomes a wavefrom the wave.Comes deaththen the silencebroken onlyby the tears.of the world. Roy Storey


Question. Should we riseor should we go.Is it yes or is it no.The answercould be the samethe same as thisthe same as that.Is it round or is it flat.Now should we rise and go.Is it yes, or is it no. Roy Storey


Rain. Rain fallssoakingin to the earth.Down, down,rising up as a streamin to a riverof life.Flowing pasthuts, villages,cities,to the seaof life.Rasing on the windto fall as rain. Roy Storey


Reality. Sitthing here in Englandor Turnersvill U. S. A.With the stroke of a pena million miles away.In a cart, in old chiang maioh, no i hear you say.So what is realityis it here today. Roy Storey


Realty. (2008) You thinkthis is realty its not.In the worldthat time forgot.Just believe ineach and everyday.realtyJust gets in the way. Roy Storey


Recession. Millions ofdreams slipdown the tube.As the world dies.From the lies.We have been told.Of the dreamswe were sold.now there isnotthing untilltomorrow. Roy Storey


Rhyme Heres a rhyme that standsin time.As the haze upon theplan.Waithing for the clouds to comethen it starts to rain. Roy Storey


Robots. You say you are freethese are just words.To blind, the braying hurds.As living in paradise.Just a dream of your own device.So are you freein any land.Or part of the growing band.Of robots. Roy Storey


Robyn. Would it ever work for uslines burning on a page.So near, so farin another age.Of love in all its gloryof noble king and queensof lifes own true story.Of a love, that couldhave been. Roy Storey


Romance. One glassof winea romantic tune.Stars in your eyesand a ring a roundthe moon. Roy Storey


Running. Running out of wordsto writea poet with no stage.No romances, or histroy,to write upon the page. Roy Storey


Sand. I have livedin mighty townsseen nobleking and queens.Flowed nationslived within there dreams.Seen heroes, and poetsbut alas no more.It all turned to sanda long the sea shore. Roy Storey


Sands Of Time. Sands in the timeof yesterday.Crystallisedfusedin the formof a doveto bringpeaceto a world. Roy Storey


Sawatdee Chan. Sawatdee chanis welcome friend.May your daygo wellto your journeysend.Sawatdee chanthe welcome call.Every dayto one and all. Roy Storey


Searching. Love is the answerthere is nothing more.Across many life timeswhat fate has in store.For we have alwaysloved you near or far.Spending lives searchingto be where you are. Roy Storey


Season. Ice crystalsfalling, rising, twisting on the aira spiraling mass, on the windfalling covering the earth. The warmth of the sunmelting the crystalsdroplets, runing tumbling downinto the earth. Warm moist, the seed unfoldspushes its way upwardbreaking through into the lightto live a season long. Roy Storey


Silent It is silent herewhere the cold wind blows.It is silent heredown the street were nobody gos.It is silent heregone the memories of the past.No more the lover and his lass.There are no yesterdays.It is silent here. Roy Storey


Siripanneem. The old mansit watchesthe day.Sioipanneegreets himthey sit and talk.Bond as onehe on his journeyto enlightenment.Hers to sharethe life of Buddha. Roy Storey


Sitttinging On Walls. Lenny Sitting on walls, spitting through windowsdrinking the world gos by.Saturday, sunday, soon be mondayin the twinkling of an eye.Young folk, old folk, down and out folkdrifting slowly by.Sitting on walls, spitting through windowstake a drink and say goodby.Cars, and churches, bells and peoplefriends come to say goodby.Sitting on walls, spitting through windowsGod bless him why did he try.Drink a toast to Lennys passingrise your glass to the sky.Sitting on walls, spitting through windowslet us drink the bottle dry.Grapes, and barley, hops and watertime slips slowly by.Sitting on walls, spitting through windowsfair ye well, and goodby.I will see you all tomorrowat the guest house in the sky. Roy Storey


Smile. { For My Friend Kwan.} You smile when i talkto you.Your rays of loveshine through tomy heart.Giving me the lightto pass throughmy day,to see you smiletomorrow. Roy Storey


Smoke. Smell of burningwood on the air.smoke driftscurlingtrough the trees.Lazy white grayclouds movingspreadingout to nothingon the eveningbreeze. Roy Storey


So Long A Go. Across the hillsof avealonthen through the mist of time.We are the warrior racethe hand of selandine.We lived in the north landof wind and ice and snow.Dieing in a blizzardho so long ago. Roy Storey


Some Thing New. Wondering throughthe ways.That leadto an end,of a beginingof some thing new. Roy Storey


Songkian. The songkianagaina happy new yeargood luck in your life.Walk without fear.Be happy with lifestarting today.May peace and lovepass your way. Roy Storey


Sorry. We will be sorrywhen this worldis over.We will be sorrythat we toldsuch lies.We will be sorrywhen we are alldieingunder blackenedskys. Roy Storey


Starway. A starwayof clay potsfilled with glowers,stars covered inflower petalsfrom the wedding,now the cleanersweeps it all awayuntill tomorrowsdream. Roy Storey


Still Born. (30 June 1985) Through sparks of lighti am comingto you.In shads of rednot breaking through.Lost life burning emberto haven i must part.Not to leave saddnessbut love within your heart. Roy Storey


Stone Vases. Stone vasesin a courtyard.Filled with cut bloomsperfumes malt in to the breeze.Among the treesswept away on the river. Roy Storey


Summer Morn. The wind changesas it runsover the water,peace to ragethen dies,the peace beforethe storm.Of a new daya summer morn. Roy Storey


Summer Wine. It is not what we havethats worth a lot.It is more in the daysthat we forgot.In the sunwe take our time.Drinking the lastof the summer wine. Roy Storey


Sunday Night. All is quite.its peaceall is quite.Not a soundall is quite.Your deadits a war. Roy Storey


Sunset. Haiku (3,2,3,) In the skyburning orangethe setthing sun. Roy Storey


Suz Cok. For Suzan. Runing in the forestfishing the rivers of time.Flying with the eaglesall ways being kind.The birth of a nationlook and behold.Suz cok living memorya dream to unfold. Roy Storey


Taking It Easy. Moving a longmaking it easyIs the only thing we can do.Moving a longmaking it easyfor me and you.Moving a longtaking it easyloves light shining through. Roy Storey


Tears Of Man Trails of star dusttrails of dreams.Summer vallysmountain streams.A view i see todaymoving on,blown away.Blackened skyscoked streams.With the dieing screams.of man. Roy Storey


Tears. Playing the oddstrying to make it through.Looking for a futurewhat do, i do. Moving on from day.To day.In the wind and rain.Tears of bitternesshere they come again. Roy Storey


Templars. We are the templarsthron and sage.That set the wordsupon the page.The page of deaththe page of life.God is allGod is light.Love him notit so be.Love him nowand forever be free. Roy Storey


Thailand. (1) Close your eyesimagine,a tiny tinking bellcarried,on a warm breezethrough,a deseted templecourtyard,imagine,a candle, incensea small coinfloating,in a tiny baanana leafboat,to honour the water spritsthis is thailand. Roy Storey


The Barley. The seed that grows the barleyto see the barley grow.Makes a drink, a wonderful drinkthat we all know.It makes the old feel young againand die before there time.The love of the barley drinkis yours and mine. Roy Storey


The Cafe. The youngmanin the corner.The old mantalks of his yesterdays.To the womandreaming of tomorrow.I write,we are all alone. Roy Storey


The Gift. My cousin was out in the junglefor ten long years or more.He bought me a snake for christmasthat slithered on the floor.It ate the cat at sunsetit had disappeared and gone.the budgie by christmas eve and the capon.It grew and grew in the months that passedwinter, spring, and fall.It ate my couson this christmasthe best gift of all. Roy Storey


The Moon. You say, you do notknow what freedom isits your and mine.Travling any where you likein this band of time.The lakes and the riversa summer night in june.With three wishing ringsall a round the moon. Roy Storey


The Poet The figure that ploughs this fieldcalls himself a man.Of wit, of penthe sod turns, to risefalls on the whiplash of thought.Vision of innocent, call to godas the furrow turns home.The sprit darts free.Sweat, with earth, the seed growsto illusions of grandeuris this the poet. (3/8/1987) Roy Storey


These Things. To live, to love,to play the game.To walk, to run, to see.All these things,these things are me. Roy Storey


Thialand. There is a magic herei can feel itits in the streets.All round mein its mountains,lakes, rivers, and seas.Timeless never movingall ways soThailand. Roy Storey


This You Know. Heart to heartitsall been said.The heart rulesthe brainnot the head.Do i love youthis is so.Heart to heartthis you know. Roy Storey


Through These Eyes. Through these eyesi see the waters run.A fishing boatas the day is run. Through these eyesi see a mother and son.Shoping todayjust having fun. Through these eyesi see far a way.from the shore.A boat sinkto the ocean floor. Through these eyesi see a mother and son.Full of saddnessas this day is done, Roy Storey


Tide. Rolling backsurging forwardcarring a plastic cup,a dead fish,and a pictureof buddha. Roy Storey


Till Dawn. Runing my handsthrough your long hair.Caressing your neck,slowly moving down,your dress.Kissing youundoing the ribbon. It falls awayi get a shiver,that runs its coursedown my spine.That makes my entirebody tingle. Rising as the doveof dawncarrying peaceto a world.Moving up, and downwithin the dayhigher and higheruntillthe nightwe sleep till dawn. Roy Storey


Till Never. When the windsare cool.I will come for youacross the bandsof time.Over riverswoodland,into your dreams.There we can dancein the light of lovetill never. Roy Storey


Time To Get Up. Time to getup in the morningfeeling fine.Time to getup in the morningfelling kind.Time to get up. Roy Storey


Time. Her hairrefectsthe light.Blond now youngbright.The world turnsnight to day.From gold, to white,and then to gray. Roy Storey


To Say Goodbye. Harks and eagles wheel and flylovers kiss and say goodbyethe old man turns away.Thanks the lord for another day.What of youand what of me.So much to doso much to see.Our lives slipping byso soon,so soon,to say goodbye. Roy Storey


Today. Biood runs cold, through ice water veinesas she picks her way across, the open land.The dead husk of last summerpierce the patchs of snow.She pulls her coat closerto keep out the wind.Heading for the ruinsthat is her home now.Ruins, she remembers, the housesfull of life.Children running, dogs barking,women hanging out washing.Thats gone nowthat was yesterdaytoday she is alone. Roy Storey


Tomorrow [2005] Rising out of the morningour new hopes.Rising out of the morningour new dreams.Rising out of the morningis a new day.A new way.For a bettertomorrow. Roy Storey


Tomorrow [2008] The plague comes withthe light of morning.Moving on through the day.As men, woman, and childrenfall in its wake.Never resting, moving onin to the night.leaving death, only death,for tomorrow. Roy Storey


Tomorrow. Lets make lovein the snows of winter.The birth of spring,the heat of summer,and shades of autumn,all in a day.Tomorrowi will love youall over again. Roy Storey


Udon Thani. The sun beats downon the dry orange earth.Chickens scurry pickingfor food here and there. Children playthe game of lifefor when they grow. The rain comesfast, furious, beating down.Washing a way the drynessand is gone. Leaving the sunbaking the earthonce more. Roy Storey


Vampire. He livesundeadin timemaster of darknesscursed by sunlight.Exaited by the night.Embracehe starkes his humanprey. Roy Storey


Village. People have the timeto stand and talkhere.As there daysmove one to another.Birth, wedding, death,allwithin the village. Roy Storey


Walking. Walkingwith our friendsand you.Walkingpassing timenot much to do.Walkingparting on the cornerwe go our derferent ways.Seeing you againtomorrowhelps me through today. Roy Storey


Warrior. I am the warriorof the morningi will fight withyou this day.Giving mortal man dreamsand watch them whilethey play. Roy Storey


Warwick Going down to warwickto take in the view.To meet some friendsjust one or two.We will go to the castleand off round the fair.And may be in passingi wiill see you all there. Roy Storey


Waterfall. Fallingclear waters,sunlightcasting shadesof light.Blue, green, yellow,orange, red, gold,through the rushingwaters.Falling,falling,for ever. Roy Storey


We Will Catch You All. Is thisit allwhen allbeen said.Chips in yourbrainchips in your head.No hope laftfreedom dead. Roy Storey


When The Wind. When the windis highi will come for youwith love in a mist.With a bit of a twist.As our hearts entwine. Roy Storey


Where The Phonix Fly. I see plansover a citydroping deathfrom the skys.I see the ashesbodys piled hige.I see the peoplereturning,building a city,a newwhere the phonix fly. Roy Storey


Whitley Abbey (Ruins) This smooth hard blockof stonehelped build an abbey.Foster a dreamof love,of hope,of peace,the abbey destroyedit lies in the ruin forgotten. Roy Storey


Why. As the last solder diesin a ditch by a field'All for notthing,a herald did reel.All for notthing,no say i.It was worththe learning,the sun, and the sky.The trees, and the breezewith the sea rising high.Love court in a younggirls eye.With all ways one questionwhy. Roy Storey


Wind. Moving in the windsecrets of yesterdaylovers dreams, of tomorrowthrough out time.Rising and falling.To the death of it all.On the wind. Roy Storey


With Dreams. Words fallingbouncing overthe page.Forming puddlesofstorys, poems, plays.Feeding a worldwith dreams. Roy Storey


With You. Round the cornerthe sun is shining.Fields are greenerrivers, wondering,in to long nightsafter dreamy dayswith you. Roy Storey


Wolves When the moon is highwolves run wild.When the moon is highall move within the pack.When the moon is highno one is safeuntill dawn. Roy Storey


Words (2008) Words are only notthingsaid the poet to the sage.Just mans hope and dreamsset upon a page. Roy Storey


Words. Look at the wordswe use.Freedom, wisdom,which to choose.Which is wrongwhich is right.To fight, the battleor win the fight. Roy Storey


World [ For This Time ] There are no mountainslaft to climeno land, nor air, or sea.It is time, to learnto be free. Roy Storey


Would You. Would you likea placeto hide.Behind the wallthe otherside.Where all are free.With justice peaceand liberty. Roy Storey


Writers. Writersthe ragged dreamersthe eyes.That seethe dawnthe rose that cryswith eyes.That otheres seethrough the eyes.Of the writers. Roy Storey


Writing Dreams. Flowers, sun,seasons gone by.A pretty girla little shy.Gods and angleshate and pain.Riding to Bangkokon a train.Rivers race, an easy flow.Writing dreamswell may be so. Roy Storey


Writing. Writing is goodfor you.It helps you throughthe haze.To make a little senceof these crazy days. Roy Storey


Writing. (2005) Some times it flows like waterthen it stops?no tears.They dryed on the page.In another timein another age, Roy Storey


X. X marks the spotwhere time began.The rise and fallof man.His rise againanother try.X still marks the spotnear by. Roy Storey


Yesterday Morning. In the heat of yesterday morning sir.I dance a merry tune.I dance a ring a round the moon.In the heat of yesterday morning sir.I sang a merry song.I sang and sang the whole day long.In the heat of yesterday morning sir.my heart begain to prance.As i did sing and i did dance.. in the heat of yesterday morning sir.In the sun of the day.I lived my life and watched it slip away.In the heat of yesterday morning sir. Roy Storey


You Are Tomorrow. (For Ally) I am sorrythat i laft you.It was the only way.As i wast away.On another lineof deathtoday.you aretomorrow. Roy Storey


Zip. Zip to pipor a to z.Letters, wordswe are all feed.As we livefrom day, to day,a to zis all i say.Zip is movingfast.Here, gone in tothe past. Roy Storey


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