Poetry to dream with, make you think or just chill, relax with words and drift away.
Hopefully any way :-)
Hopefully any way :-)
Inspiration always look toward the sky for inspirations there tis the reason that great men first took up to the air. A Poem by T Monk Lighten up
Light shine on me Give me warmth in my heart Light shine on me Give me strength when I start Light shine on me To lead me to the right path O light shine on me and brighten up the dark A Poem By T Monk. FREEDOM LANE
I feel myself go Down dreamlands cloud like lane Dreaming in the sunlight Making hours pass the day Feeling free In mind and heart Flying with the wind Air does clean my soul And sunlight warms my skin A feeling of freedom prevails me It is what makes us who we are For man with no freedom Is like an animal with a caged soul So the lane I walk With light heart and cheery smile For the feeling of freedom Will make you go and fight that extra mile. A Poem by T Monk |
Morning has started.
sun rise comes shadows fall once more over English fields as sheep graze the morning starts life returns from night-times grasp people wake and coffee is on time for work as sleep rubbed from eyes sleepiness is overcome the day has started it has begun. A poem by T Monk Cardington studio dreams The dark knight rises cathedrals of Cardington echo to the sound of Nolan's dreams great space to expand his minds themes great towers from Gotham city scape's to elevators and rooms from Inceptions non gravatel state this is A new dawn for shed 2 R100's home, a new use is long over due Now Mr Nolan we hope you make more films using shed 2's cavernous hall shed 1 next door is in a poor state but hands off that one airships are that sheds fate so Batman is starting filming again Mr Bale's cowl and cloak rise again Cardington stirring for Hollywood fame stars now tread where airshipmen took fame but one thought remains in my minds eye a film on R101 now that would be nice but that's just a dream a cardington lads hope that one day 101's story provoke an interest in airships so that old shed next door will house airships who once again will soar. A poem by T Monk |