Forever England

help and inspiration

2011-01-29T21:44:00.002Z

Just a word about inspiration and help. I would like to thank my brother for supplying both of these over the years, with out him I would have learnt how to draw and paint, with out him and his prayers I would have become a Christian, my life was changed many years ago, Thank you Niall.

My brother is an Artist who produces work of great quality, if you are not acquented with his work please do so.

To whom is may concern.

Long ago

more years than I care to remember

we played

shared

laughed and cried.

lived and survived.

Now we live different lives

different dreams

We have family;s

who play together

share together

they laugh and cry.

May we be a help and inspiration

to them

so they may intern

may do the same

ty 29.01.11

9 months

2010-11-24T17:55:00.005Z

Hello, its been 9 months since my last post. Lots has happened and nothing has happened, thats life. Lots that has blessed me but would be of no interest to you my reader. Work is going well. I have been doing arty things. I hope you like the result.

I have been getting back into Scratch Board. This picture of a Bearded Dragon in 10"x8". Posted it on deviant-art, seems to have gone down well there.

I have not been writing much poetry recently, although I have written a couple of murder mystery plays, I have keeping busy.

I also have a new camera, A casio Exilim, I love what it can do, it can take video and slow motion video.

Hope you like it.

So to instant poetry.

Slow motion

Don't you wish

wouldn't you like

to have a slow motion button

that could slow down life.

May be pause and rewind

what would you revisit

a good moment to relive

a bad moment change.

We have to live in the now

no slow motion button for us

other than out memories

and capture moments

in our digital cameras.

see you all next time.

TIM

Chinese Beer

2010-03-06T23:15:00.002Z

Went to a Chinese restaurant today and tried a glass of Chinese Beer, it was so good. It was called Tsing TAO. So refreshing. The meal was good not expebsive, it was shared with some great friends. The kind of friend you never get tired of seeing or talking to.
I will be going back some time. Though I will have to burn all thought extra callories off first. Another visit to the gym.

TSING TAO

Golden,
Liquid
rising bubbles
sweet smooth taste
Rice and Hops.
Blended to perfection.
Food from Wok
Hot,
Tasty
perfect.
Friends to share
chatting
laughing
learning.

TY 06/03/10

The MoonBridge

2010-03-03T23:17:00.005Z

The Moonbridge was a painting and I think I remember a sculpture. both done by My brother Niall. Over the years the images of the moonbridge stayed with me. Then about 10 years ago I got the Idea for a book. I called it the Moonbridge. I have finally finished typing it up. My next step is to give it to a friend who was an English teacher and let her look it over. I may to make ome changes to my poor English and may be re write some of it if there are obvious continuity errors etc. But on the whole it is finished. Then I will look for a publisher. Who know. nothing ventured nothing gained.

The MoonBridge

Rising up majestic.
To the sky.
The Moonbridge stands.
Two figures climb to the top
awestruck by what they see.

pin pricks of star light
break up the vast expanse
of deepest black space.
millions of stars.
The universe sretches out

The moon
Orbiting our planet
Glows from the sunlight
How many of us fail to look up
to see the beauty above us

Ty 03/03/10

The Brave One

2010-03-02T11:19:00.002Z

saw a film the other day call The Brave One. It starred Jodie Foster. I recommend you watch it, its about how she comes to terms with the violent death of her boy friend. This changes her life and she becomes a vigilante. Ultimately she gets revenge on the guys that killed her boyfriend, and she gets her dog back.

Brave.

What is it to be brave?
Is it
Sitting in the dentist not shaking.
Is it
Fighting for your country
Is it
Being in the same room as a spider.
Is it
Talking in front of strangers.
Is it
Coping with an illness.
May be is all of these
Or non of these.
Like all things in life
The bounderies are not black or white.
It is more the case
That bravery
Id what ever we want it to be.

Ty 02/03/10

painting

2010-02-24T14:25:00.004Z

I have been comissioned to do a painting on a wall. I am so looking forward to it. I will take regular photo so you can all see the results.

Can you guess what it is yet.

Cryptic clues
Hints with word or brushes
Unfolding a picture
Revealing the meaning.
So the artist
So the word smith
Tempts us
Guides us
Pushes us
To make a guess.
Then shortly
We sigh
Oh I see it now.

Artist or wordsmith
Has done their job.

Ty 24/02/10

Came home with a Key

2010-02-22T23:47:00.002Z

Today I came home with a key from work.I have to get it back early. Small mistake are easy to make and they can cause big problems. Some poeple fret to much about making mistake, I say we should be careul but we should allow our selves to make mistake and not beat ourselves up when we do. I'm no good we say, I'am so stupid we say. I say we are normal we are human we make mistakes.

Mistakes.

We have all made mistakes.
We have all sinned.
But the show must go on
some times we are bound,
trapped by our mistakes
Either by hiding from them.
Not saying sorry
or even not being forgiven.

TY 22.02.10

Followers

2010-02-21T22:50:00.002Z

The human condition whether we like it or not is to follow something or someone. There are and will always be influences on us that help to shape our lives. Parents, brothers and sisters, family friends, religion, ideals the list could go on. Advertising had it hold on many of us, brand loyalty. Some are more susceptible to these out side forces and are easily lead. This sounds so negative I am sorry about this. So let us do our part, we ourselves are going to have people looking up to us and maybe want to follow us. I would like people to follow this Blog. not sure I am a roll model to anyone, but at least my Children have not disowned me so that's good. Any please have think on how you can make a difference in peoples life, be more compassionate, listen better, be slow to anger. I how if you follow my blog I can make you think. I would like your comments and feed back. Take care.
TIM

To Follow

To follow
Is it a privilege
and honour
or a compulsion.
To be followed
would your head grow large
would you hide your face.

What I would say
is
do not look for people to follow
trust yourself
Do not look for people
to follow you
trust yourself.

As in life
look after yourself
as the bible says
treat others
as you would have them treat you

TY 21/02/10

Fantasy

2010-02-19T23:36:00.003Z

Fantasy is in the head, can we agree on that?. should fantasies be made real, should fantasies always remain out of reach. If a fantasy is within reach then surly its a hope. Fantasies that come true are not longer fantasies anyway but are realities. I only say this to make you think not far any deep reason. You have to talk about things on a blog. Let me know what you think. If you have had a fantasy made real do you then try and realize a new fantasy, where does it all stop?

Fantasies.

The Beatles sang
of look glass ties.
The fool on the hill
See's the sun going down.
Lines of nonsense
lines of fantasy.
What thoughts drive the fantasy
vivid imagination
chemical inducement
brain in balance
who know
Should we really care.
The human mind
complicated
billions of life time thoughts
some out of reach
flights of fancy
some realistic
waiting to be grabbed.

Seize the Day.

TY 19/02/10

Poetry

2010-02-18T23:43:00.002Z

Poetry seams to be a forgotten Art, well not amongst poets that is. The only poetry ' normal ' people have exposure to is on the inside of greetings card, these may not be the best examples of creativity but at least they must provide a wage for someone. I like the expressivness of poetry. I wants to write songs like my brother but was unable to do this so poetry seamed to me to be the way to go.

Poetry

Writing lines
meanings, feelings
words tumbling
Idea's forming
shapes
sound bites
rhyming or free
serious
humour
poetry
written and spoken.
Joy for the writer
joy for the listener.
Poems
styles
types
for all.

Ty 19/02/10

The sound of gunfire

2010-02-15T21:39:00.002Z

I'm sitting typing this to the sound of gunfire. gunfire that is from a play station 3 game my son is playing called KillZone 2. Some of you readers will know about this game and know how good it is. Some say they playing violent games or watching movies with violence make you violent person, not sure that is all true. I have watched many romantic movies and watch many cookery programs and I no more romantic or good at cooking then when I first started watching them. I guess some people will be more receptive to violence then others. I guess we all have to becareful what we are watching at times as some films glorify the killing for killings sake rather than just be part of the plot.

The Plot

I am loosing the plot
not sure sometimes
what is real or not.
How do I know.
So I pinch myself
I do not wake up
So I guess all is real.
Unless I am dreaming
pinching myself.

ty 16/02/10

i feel like dancing

2010-02-13T16:39:00.002Z

Did a picture today of two people doing an Argentinian tango, it small only 4x6 i used acrulic paints, i hope you like the result.

Mandella

2010-02-11T23:00:00.002Z

One man changed a nation, do you remember the scene 20 years ago when he walked free from prison, the country was on the verge of civil war. fortunately that is all behind them now. Mandella was in the right place at the right time to bring stability to a great nation. I believe Jesus was the same he was in the right place at the right time, yes he was God but he was fully human. He is life and sacrifice gave away for man ( mankind ) to but put back together with God. His life and sacrifice would have meant nothing with out the resurrection.

Place and time

Are you
yourself
in the right place and time
will you make a difference
will people say of you
there is someone to look up to
there is someone to follow.

This may not happen to you or me
but our choice
help to shape the life's of other
Children
whether family or friend

be assured
We make a difference
you make a difference

TY 11/02/10

Company

2010-02-10T23:27:00.003Z

Had a good night tonight with some friends we do not see as often as we should. Thank you denice and derrick. for hosting, and good to Steve and Kate. friend should not be taken for granted. I would not want to do that any more than i would like to be taken for granted. If you have good friend, keep them, love them and tell them so. God friends are hard to come by.

Friendship.

Friends are a blessing
they can tell you your faults
an you don't mind
you can tell them you problems
they won't push you away.
some times you do not need to talk
just share each others company.
Kick back and relax
Share a drink
share a meal
Share silence
Friendship needs to be earnt
but the benefits will last a life time.

Tim 10/02/10

Books

2010-02-09T23:42:00.002Z

I have been reading a lot recently. The Bible is a good favorite of mine. Also been reading Jeffrey archer PRISONER OF BIRTH, followed by BLADE STRIKE by Chris Crowther. I am currently reading THE OE HAND by Chris Cleave. Next up will be 34 BUBBLEGUMS and CANDIES by Preeti Shenoy.

Words

Words on the page
A story in the book
An idea in the mind
The Author gives birth.

TY 09/02/10

Find Your Voice

2010-02-08T23:13:00.002Z

I often wonder if I have found my voice. I like to write plays and short stories I have even written a book I'm in the process of typing it up so it can be edited by a friend, who knows this time next year I might be a published writer, well you have to have dreams. I like to paint. I'm not sure if I do any of these things to a high standard, but I do them well enough for me to be happy with the result. Does this mean I have found my voice? I suppose it does. Whether any one listens to my voice I do not know, I'm not sure if I care. Yes its nice to be appreciated, its nice for people to say well done its good for the ego. But if what I do is pleasing to me then may be it will be pleasing to other and that is all that I ask. If what I do makes someone smile then the effort will have been worth while.

Your Voice

Put your words on paper
Make your mark on canvas
tell someone a funny story
Make some one smile.
encourage someone to carry on.
Knit gloves for your hand
Carry some one shopping.
Stand back back and say
I DID THAT!
I'am proud of myself
Find your voice
Your voice does not have to be audible
the works of your hands can say much
your attitudes and actions
Come out from your heart.

Tim young 08/02/10

Nearly There

2009-12-17T23:29:00.002Z

Christmas is nearly here. I have been listening to radio 2 a lot, one song they kep playing a lot is the new Bob Dylan Christmas song. I love it. it is in the spirit of what a good Christmas song should be.

Christmas Poem

Snow fell today.
It covered the ground
Thin
White
Melted
Gone.

Many Children
happay faces
saw it fall
caught it on their tongues
mind a live.

It brings out the children in us all
to see a few inches of snow
covering the gound
to be the first one to walk through it.
cold hands
as the snow ball is thrown
as the snow man is made.

Inside looking out at the snowman
resplendent with his carrot nose
coal eyes
stick arms
scarf to keep him warm.
You watch through the window
coffee steams in the mug.

Smiling remembering.
Christmas and snow so perfect together
yet seldom seen.

war

2009-12-10T15:45:00.002Z

we are all at war, if not with others but with our selves. There a quote on the newtestament i think itd Paul that says ."the good i want to do i can not but the bad i do not want to do i do".
Life is good against evil. To me i believe God is good. The bible tells me that if God is good who can be against us. In the war if goof verses evil there can be only one winner, the victoty was begun over 2000 years ago by the birth of a baby.

The first.

The first breath he breathed
He breathed life for us all
The last breath he breathed
He breathed victory for us all.

Between the first
And the last breath
Gods plan was worked out
So perfectly
That we all have the chance
The chance of life

Take it, it is free.
And yet we throw away
Our chances
And deny ourselves
Through ignorence
Through apathy
Through pride.

We have a future
Death is not,
And was never designed
To be
The end.
Death should be
The begining
Of our eternity
With God.

iam mobile now

2009-12-08T14:20:00.002Z

Christmas is coming. A great time of year for the young and the old. I hope yours is a good one.
I am mobile now as i have my blogger accounton my mobile fone so hopfully it will encourage me yo post more, lets hope so.

Encouragement

We all need it
We all want it
It makes our day
It makes us smile
We are greatfull for.
We miss it when it is absent
Yet for dome reason
We rarly give it.

Ty 08\12\09

1200pm

2009-11-12T23:56:00.002Z

Its 12.00pm.. all is well I'm about to sleep. I am working tomorrow but at least it is Friday and the week end is coming.
There has been a lot of water under the bridge since my last post. May be one I will be a regular back here.

Sleep.

Sleep is coming to claim me,
to take me
the the depth of dreams.
My unconscious freed
though seldom remembered.

Ty 13.12.09

mobile phone

2009-06-12T08:41:00.002+01:00

not that you would be really interested but i have nokia e71 mobile phone and this my first post from the phone to my blogg, another good use of technology. May this will encourage to to post more. Life is good and full there is never really any dull moments. Ok what about an instant poem i hear you say. Well here goes.

Mobile by tim young

I stare at a screen
It displays my life
My contacts
The people i know
Yet for all its technology
It does not know the real me.
Iam not sure i know the real me
my feeling are governed
By the side of the bed i get out of.
Some times samll things upset me
Some times nothing does.
But what i do know is there is someone
who knows me, understands me
Accepts me for who i,am
For what iam
My feeling for this person will never alter
Dispite which side of the bed i get out of.
All i know is if i wake up next to her
I know my day will be ok.

Love is good, and its good to be in love. May i ask you a question? If you have a special someone in your life, do you tell them regularly how much you love and appreciate them, if not why not...

Till next time

TIM

Good Enough

2009-04-18T02:22:00.002+01:00

Hello Bloggers

I big hello to you all. Firstly I have not up dated my blog in a while I make no apologies but I have not had the time. The murder mystery play is almost ready to be performed, in fact it's on Sat 25th April at 7.00pm. I'm really looking forward to it, a lot of people have put in a lot of hard work,We hope it will be good enough. This will be the third one we have done, the last one had an audience of around 100 people. On my last post I said that later in the year I was hoping to do a play called the siege, well i do not think it will be this year, so may be next year.

Good Enough

Have you ever wondered
if you are good enough.
Good enough for this
good enough for that
good enough for me
good enough for you.
Society seams to say
we have to perform
to stay ahead of the game.
Government would have us fear
fear the crowd
fear each other
fear the climate
fear the future
fear ourselves.
We are always trying to please someone
at the expense of just living,
living for now
living for tomorrow
living for the future.
Lets learn to love ourselves
be happy with ourselves
lets say we are good enough
for each other
good enough for ourselves
Lets smile at the world
say I do not fear you.
I'am Happy with who I'am

Once More

2009-02-09T14:55:00.002Z

The Seige..

I wrote a play a few years back. I'am typing it up over the next few days and later this year I hope to put it on. I will let you all know the date so you can put it in your diary.
I have written 3 murder Mystery's the third is on 25April, so you are most welcome to come tickets a £1.00 and there will be food, what more could you want.

The Play by tim Young

Its is said that all the worlds a stage
and its people are the actors
We are in a play
Saying our lines
with conviction
with passion
adlibing it all
there is no script
its all off the cuff
life
the greatest show on earth

Just before Work

2008-12-01T07:50:00.002Z

HI, Its 7.51am 9 mins before setting out for work on my bicycle. Just got it back mended with a new back wheel, however there is still a fault with it, I think it needs a new crank, and just the crank that rides it. hahaha
have not got much time to write today so I will leave it at that.

Just before work....

Sleep out eyes
yawn
breakfast
breakfast TV
pack back
get bike.
coat on
gloves
hat
cold air
pedaling
avoiding cars
alert
fast as possible
arrive
lock bike
lift 3 rd floor
computer on
WORK.

ty 01.12.08

my art work

2008-11-21T21:59:00.002Z

Hope you like these.

Bananas
Billy
Bond

instant poetry

2008-11-21T21:53:00.002Z

Just a reminder about instant poetry, it when I think up a subject on the spot and just write a poem with thinking too much pretty much straight of the top of my head.

Head there is a good subject.

Head by Tim Young

What goes on
inside
deep down inside
what dark thoughts
inside my head.
Some time these thoughts
push their way
through
up
past my filters
of what I should say or not say
Their utterance
from my mouth
to the ears
of the lstener
may cause laughter
embarrassment
shock
or may be
all these.
but that's life
unpredictable
unstable
lovable.
Human life.

Back again

2008-11-10T20:10:00.003Z

Hi All, I'm back again, I really should get back back to this its been a long time. One thing I have learnt through this is that you have to make posts to get comments, since I have been away I have had I think only one comment two on maybe three. I have just received a comment so thought I'm have to do another entry. I have not been writing much poetry recently. I have been doing a little art work. A local gallery has taken one of my pieces and will be selling it as a limited edition print. My daughter also makes felted jewelery she has sold some to the same gallery and is busy making some more.

A statement... by Tim Young

Do I have to make a statement
leave my mark on the world
a legacy.
Do I have to invent
a device so cunning
so cleaver.
Do I have to say
words of wisdom
so cunning.

No

I need to be myself
may be i will make a statement
leave an invention
or words of wisdom
for future generations.
That may have but only as a result
of being me.

TY 10.11.08

art work

2008-04-28T12:22:00.005+01:00

Hop you like this series of pics and the poem.

Nudes again

2008-04-14T19:44:00.005+01:00

Hi all above you will find the latest piece of art work that I'am doing, This is from a set of three and the forth will be poem. I hope you like it so far, this has taken several hours it is done using pencil crayon, a medium I'am not used to working with, but I'am pleased with the result.

Naked..by Tim Young

Naked we come into this world
we clothe our selves
to hide
to make others feel comfortable
to make our selves feel comfortable.
So with the mind
we hide minds in thoughts
we clothe it
in ideas
concepts
attitudes.
We should shed these clothes
and see with purity
the God who made us

Time is Slipping

2008-04-04T12:03:00.003+01:00

Hi All

Time is fast going by. The hands of the clock are not waiting for anyone.It seams so long ago now that I have dedicated much time to my blog. I have been busy doing other things, like writing murder mysteries. I have now written 3. When I say murder mysteries I do not mean books ( novels ) I mean plays that are done, while people are having a meal, they then have to decide who did it and why.
Any way I probably will not spent too much in the future doing my blog, that's life ting move and attitude change for me I have other priorities. I don't think I will stop altogether.

Attitudes...by tim Young

You have a bad attitude
Said the man to me
he did not know me
I just did some thing
that he
did not agree with.
A judgment made
with out asking why.
What is in the heart
so speaks the mouth.
What is the first thing
that comes in to your mind
when challenged
are you outraged
annoyed
or inspired
to change
to ask why
to ask why not.
do you see the good in people
do you criticise.
Do you frown or smile.
Do you say I'm no good
do you boast.
we are complex all different.
My glass is half full.

Wonder

2007-12-04T23:27:00.000Z

Wonder .....by ty 04.12.07

I wonder
how this poem will end
If I had to guess
If I had to put money on it
I would say
if would end
with a full stop.

See I was right.

I was going to title this blog entry Life..but in my opinion life does not end with a full stop. Any lets not get in to heavy religious discussion here, I'll save that for another time. Here in the UK we are gearing up for Christmas. For me it a magical time of year, I get so excited.
I'm looking forward to 2008 more than I look forward to 2007 and this years has been great.
So stick around its going to be a good one.
Oh yes and one final thing, I became a blood doner today, I gave my first 1 pint of blood. the first of many I hope..

living life down hill

2007-12-01T09:19:00.000Z

Living life down hill!!! What does this mean???

One thing my mum used to say to me was... " Tim as you get older time goes quicker" she was right time does go quicker, so it is important that we make the most of NOW. There is no time to stand and regret what could have been, there are always going to be IF's and But's. The future starts today.

Future

I sit and think
a frown on my face
thinking IF's and BUT's
The hands of time
sweeping passed
dragging me to an
uncertain future
but then I think
that's OK
that's what life is about
why worry what has been
when I can shape what will be.
Then when I reach a point
in that uncertain future
when I can look back
and think.
Then I will think
with out a frown
No IF's no BUT's
As i lived my life
and did not let it
pass me by.

ty 01.12.07

Standing Tall

2007-11-21T23:59:00.000Z

I'm standing as tall as I can
I'm taking the blows
I'm standing
courage or stubbornness
I'm standing
defending my corner
A tear rolls down my cheek
fear.... no
Joy
I do what I do
I'm standing as tall as I can
What can life throw at me
God is with me
I'm taking the blows
I'm standing
And when I fall
he catches me
gives me the strength
to carry on
standing tall. ty 21.11.07

There are times in the bible where it say....and having done all...stand...
We face many situations that are out of our control, for me. I would like to say that God
is with me helping me to stand firm.

This is another post, I guess it was only a matter of time before I came back. It feels good to post again.
My faith is a big part of my life, And I'm not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ so
I will be making more of my posts with a Christian flavor.

I'm back ...sort of

2007-11-15T23:20:00.000Z

I'm Back.... sort of...

So where Am I
Where have I been
Have I been
Lazy
Busy
up to no good
I guess you'll never know.
So for now
here I'am
back
for how long I can not tell

Hi All please forgive me for not adding anything to my blog in a long while, life is busy and full.
I can't and won't promise to post alot, as I will be busy preparing for my trip to india in jan. I have a few sermons to write so that I may share with them what God is doing in the UK. I hope that I will be a blessing to them.

See you all in the next post.

TIM

Holiday

2007-09-24T23:44:00.000+01:00

On the 2ND of October it will be my 25Th wedding anniversary. Wendy and me are going to Menorca, we are flying out on the 26.09.07 and coming back a week later. I'am so excited I can hardly sleep. LOL...I know i have not written much on here recently but i hope i will post the poems i will write whilst out in Menorca and post a few pic of our trip. Anyway thanks for reading.

I'm not afraid of flying
I'm afraid of crashing.
How does a few hundred tonnes
of metal
defy gravity
fly.
soar
carry people
hundreds of miles
HOW...
I know the theory
but it still amazing
that it stay in the air.

8 THINGS ABOUT ME

2007-08-23T07:18:00.000+01:00

Players start with eight random fact/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
At the end of you blog, you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.
Don't forget to leave them a comment, telling them they're tagged and that they should read your blog for directions.

Here are 8 things about me:
Favorite animal

The Cheetah. Its Just a beautiful animal full of power and grace.

My long Term Goal

To be able to retire happy and have no regrets.

Dream

Is to holiday in a warm country, and have enough money to live on to be comfortable.

Ingredients that make my day

My family and my close friends . and my friends at work

Central theme in my life

Wendy, she holds me together

Important day

02.10.82 my wedding, so its will be 25 years!!!

Most favourite music

Listening to Phil Keaggy ( guitarist and song writer )

New Hobbies

Just started to pain again after a long time. I will post the results hear as i go.

8 people to tag, not sure i know 8 people LOL

Niall from England

Computer is playing up and it seams in now unable to leave commments... AAARRGGGHHHH

Tears

2007-08-12T06:40:00.000+01:00

A tear
rolled down the contours
of my face
When I was younger
it's journey
smooth
its journey
quick.
Now years
have lined my face
and tears
take a little longer

TY 12.08.07.

In seven weeks i will be on holiday in Menorca. Just me and Wendy, our first holiday abroad together and with out the kids, it will be our 25 wedding anniv and my 44th birthday, so it will be a holiday to remember, I can't wait, hopefully I will be inspired to write loads of poetry and do some some drawing.
Any way how are you all hope I find you all well and having a good time. Its the summer holidays here in the UK. so the children are not at school and those who have just left school are waiting for their exam results. My son Nathanael is waiting for his, I'm not sure if he's excited or nervous.
POETRY CHALLENGE......
Sent me a poem based on your school days.

TIM

Oh no not nother post,

2007-08-08T07:18:00.000+01:00

Hi... how are you all. I dont know ifI said in a previous post, but the reason I got so may pictures done over the last month was because I trapped a nerve in my back, I was off work for 4 weeks, any way I'm back at work but still on painkillers and still using my amazing TENS machine.
The above photo is from a recent trip to the Lake district. The very last post on the fence was hit by me, first time with a stone after my friend Steve
challenged me that I would not be able to hit it. Any way folks I'm off to get ready for work. See you all soon

TIM.

Post.

A wooden post
straight
standing
reaching to the sky
years roll by
and still it stands
straight.
Now part of the scenery
now over looked,
its there
its always been there.
The human eye distracted
by the scene
the beauty
The post stands still
standing
straight.
I small bird lands
rests
preens its self
and rests
the post has a uses
every day
a resting place
proving that not all things
that we don't notice
have uses
have a place
we don't have to be
involved
for thing, objects
to be useful.
How often we destroy
with out thinking
Why is it here
who values it
who loves it.

A wooden post
straight,
standing
reaching to the sky
years roll by
and still it stands
straight.

TENNIS

2007-07-23T07:22:00.000+01:00

Not sure I like this pic.. let me know what you think.

Balls.. by tim young

I served my balls
over the net
Am I good
she said Nyet...

Handy

2007-07-16T15:02:00.000+01:00

Well I have surprised my self I have now completed my 3 Pic inside a week. I really like the Idea of Drawing Hands, So if you want one of your hand holding the one you love please let me know.
Here is the result.

  Nearly there

  The finished article

  Close up detail

Step...

Each step
closer to the end
Each pace
whether fast or slow
each stage
grown
or shed.
Then end will soon be here
so enjoy the ride
prepare
get ready
one step at a time.

ty 07.07

Hands

2007-07-16T07:30:00.000+01:00

Hands...by tim young

We can can feel by touching
and
We can touch with feeling.

Below are some progress picS of my latest picure...I would love to read your comments, good or bad.

and one for the ladies

2007-07-14T23:38:00.000+01:00

I have drawn the female figure thought I'd have a go at a male I hope you like the results

Underneath

Underneath our exterior
we are basically the same
we have the sames needs
feelings
thought
wants
emotions
love
anger
the need to feel
love
the need to be
in love.
so for our differences
in class
in colour
underneath our exterior
we are basically the same

ty .7/07

Finished

2007-07-12T12:43:00.000+01:00

Well I have finally finished, many hours dotting, and this is the result. I like it.

When all is done....by tim young

When all is done
and there's nothing more to do
what do you do
do you relax
take it easy
or find something else to do.
Do you sit there
in a vacuum of nothingness
unable to concentrate
until some thing else come along.
Are you proactive
or re active.
So
when all is done
and there's nothing more to do
what do you do???

Nearly Done

2007-07-11T22:46:00.000+01:00

Well here are the latest progress pic of my pic, I must say I'm really pleased with it. I'm going to do a male nude next.

The Difference in colour between the pic are due to them either being taken in natural or artificial light...

Nearly... by tim young

I could have
but i didn't
i should have
but i couldn't,
Nearly.
So near yet so far.
What held me back
what stopped me.
I don't know
I just don't know
may be next time

pleased

2007-07-10T21:19:00.000+01:00

Well i have to say I'am pleased so far with the pic. I have spend 4 hours so far, dotting. I dont know how Niall can do it all day. Though having said that I'm really enjoying the experience of this pic.

Dot to Dot

With each dot
each colour
each mark upon the paper
the picture is revealed
many layers
making one picture
to please the eye
to please the artist
to please you

ty

I'm doing a Niall

2007-07-10T14:47:00.000+01:00

What am I on about. I hear you ask. Well I went to see Niall's art Exhib and was so impressed by his talent as usual, so i got thinking how hard can it be.......and the answer is Very, below are some pics of the pic in doing in dots I hope you like it so far

So Far.....

As far as I can See
is all that I know
What I cant see
I don't know
but the adventure
is discovering that
which is hidden
out of site
to peel back the layers
to see beyond
experience the colours
the smells
walk where I have never walked
See things I have never seen
Hear things i have never heard
ty

Eight Random Facts

2007-07-06T04:41:00.000+01:00

1, I once met Princess Anne (the Princes Royal)
2. I'am Shy
3,I hate Spiders
4,I have Uma Thrumans Autograph
5,I cry at sad movies
6,I have Polands Syndrome
7,I love reading
8,I listen to Paul Macartney

Every now and then
I seam to say
Get up and do something
How hard can it be
To achieve.
Right now sitting here typing
And wondering about the future
Never letting my guard down
Doing what I must
Only just enough thought.
Making sense of life
Formulating a plan
Acting on instinct
Crying with laughter my attempts
To share my life
So sit with me and chat with me

Activity

2007-07-04T04:14:00.000+01:00

I am aware that i have not been posting much lately, please forgive me, i have been bust doing other projects. I have been drawing a little and writing a murder mystery play. I have also been writing to odd poem here and there. I have been putting some to music. I have found a guy who does copy write free music. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things again.Thanks to all of you who have send kind comments. It is greatly appreciated.

When Words Dry Up...... ty 04.07.06

The ink did not give out
the paper did not become so full
there was no room to write.
But the thought process
failed
ideas never arrived
so the point of my pen remained
motionless
still
unable to move.
But I do not panic
its happened before,
I just have to wait
and wait
and watch
till i see a small amount of inspiration.
When i see it
I capture it
press it to my head
and let it seep into me
and loosen
the cogs
that spill words.
And so the process
begins
the flow is started
and poems are born once again

TY 04.07.05

Artist and Canvas

2007-07-02T19:43:00.000+01:00

When we met
we were both
Artist and Canvas
the painter
the painted.
With each brush stroke
each caress
the picture grew
shaped and formed
the colours of love
a mixture of media
a mixture of styles.
The quality
of the finished picture
is in relation
to the quality of the canvas.
My relationship with you
therefore
is a masterpiece

TY.

it is finished

2007-06-04T20:03:00.000+01:00

So here it is the finish picture, it may be a masterpieve but it was the best i could have done so I'm pleased with it, so it was a sucess.

When all is done.

The pencill is dull
the last stroke done
at arms legth i admire my work
I like it
a part of me
is there in the picture
my eye has seen
my hand has moved
to mark
to lay the image
to the page.

TY 04.06.07

New Things

2007-05-31T18:33:00.000+01:00

All Things new
this happens
when change arrives
like a whirlwind
blowing the old away
bringing the new
like black clouds
parting
revealing the new
blue sky over head.
Change is inevitable
Whoever you are
where ever you are
rich folk
poor folk
change is coming
be ready

ty 30.05.07

Control

2007-05-30T18:33:00.000+01:00

control
when all around is noisy
when they are clammering for you
to feed them
sooth them
advice them
and when it seems you can give no more
then close your eyes
take a deep breath
and imagine a stream in a wood
and then know
that many miles away
someone is doing the same
and there you will find me
by your side
to help you gain control
and find a little peace through friendship
with someone many miles away
yet close to your heart and mind
ty 30.05.07

some time

2007-05-25T21:20:00.000+01:00

Some times I do
Some times I dont
Somes i can
Somes times I can't
Some times i see
Some times I'm blind
Some times I'm warm
Some times I'm cold

Some times

some times

Between times I am me
Normal
Every day me
neither praising myself
nor beating myself up
over what i can
or can't
do.
Over what i should
or should't
do.
Over what i have
or haven't
done.

The concept of ME
is hard to grasp
I know me too well
I can not see me as other see me
which is a shame.
I may or may not accept
myself
more or less
than
I already do.

Humans are complicated
I'm Human
I'm complicated

ty 25.05.07

Sitting

2007-05-23T07:45:00.000+01:00

Sitting in silence
Thinking
Staring at the screen
Keyboard cold
untouched
Waiting.
Inspration hovers
just out of reach
I tried to reach out to grasp it
I tried but I failed
So I held out my hnd
for it to come to me.
I reached out
I tried I suceeded.
It came to me
like frightened bird.
Inpriation Igniting my mind
guiding my fingers
to warm the keyboard
to type
to express
to show

TY 22.05.07

2007-05-22T07:29:00.000+01:00

Tried..I succeded...

I tried to kick the ball to score the goal
I tried to run my fastest time
I tried I Succeeded

I tried to remember something
I tried, o recall whyit was i love you so
I tried I Succeeded

I tried to lift my head
I tried to be positive to see the good
I tried I Succeeded

I tried to say I love you
I tried to speak what was in my heart
I tried I Suceeded

I tried to keep on trying
I tried to try
I tried I Succeeded

Ty 22.05.07

2007-05-21T07:40:00.000+01:00

I Tried.. I failed...

I tried to hold the wind in my hand
I tried to stpp it blowing
I tried I failed.

I tried to remember something
I tried, its was on the tip of my tongue
I tried I failed

I tried to stop the tears
I tried to stop them flowing
I tried I failed

I tried to say I love you
I tried tried but my mouth was dry
I tried I failed

I tried to keep on trying
I tried to try
I tried I failed

Ty 21.05.07

progress

2007-05-02T08:29:00.000+01:00

Here is the progress
you'll want to see
of the picture draw
just by me

inspration

2007-04-21T11:34:00.000+01:00

Inspiration... by Tim Young

Inspration
comes
Inspiration
goes.
When it comes
I can
write
communicate
say what I mean
thoughts, feeling,
lyrically
to enable you to experience
my thoughts and feeling.
But when
Inspiration
goes...............

still counting

2007-04-16T23:28:00.000+01:00

Well I'm still posting and still writing poetry....I'm wondering how long though it will continue...It seam there are longer pauses these days betweeen posts and feed back from you my loyal readers.. I guess I'm having a bad day at the office.
On the bright side I have a new Job. I had an interview at work and inpressed them. so some time in May i change Jobs with-in UPS.

Job.. By Tim Young

Working
daily
striving
trying to be someone
trying to earn
trying to get job satisfaction,
rarely do they all conincide.
But we keep trying
striving
working

My Brother

2007-04-10T18:36:00.000+01:00

My Brother as you may know is an Artist. if you have not seen his blog check it out. But he is the not the only one who can draw in out family. Check out my attempts below...

Pictures..

Marks on paper
pencil
paints
charcoal
ideals born
marked down
put down
realised.
Art

I'm pleased with it so far i'll keep you posted on the progress, the pic will eventually be sent to Romania.
See you all in my next post

TIM

ONE HUNDRED

2007-04-05T23:45:00.000+01:00

Well folk's this is it....the 100th post. I'm going to start with a requested poem, I asked my readers to give me some idea's for a poem. The winner and only entry was KATHERINE who wanted a poem about man's best friend, and specifically about a Yellow Lab called Samson..
Well Katherine here it is, A poem Dedicated to you and Samson

Best Friend..by Tim Young

A black soft eye
looks out
stares
from a sea of Gold.
An open mouth gapes
rows of sharp teeth
bared
but a pink tongue
removes any fear.
The mouth almost in a smile.
The dog pants
cocks his head
wags his tail
and bends me to his will,
for walks
for food
for love and affection.
I wonder who is the master
I wonder who
is who's best friend.

Katherine i hoped you like it...

OK on with the poetry...

Point of View. by Tim Young

I did'nt have a point of view
I just had objections
contridictions
ignorence.
You had points of views
but with love
and wisdom
to know when to express them.
You
awakened me
showed me
wider horizons
you helped me down
from my high horse.
You hugged me
let me put my head on your shoulder
held me there while I cried
then
you forgave me..

Yet another one coming up..

This next one was an instant poem challenge set by a friend of mine, he challenged me to write a poem about an accident he had so here it is..

Pain no Gain

A tear of blood
fell
followed by many drops
a wound opened
quite by mistake.
The main protagonists included
a timber of wood
a strong sturdy Hammer
and
a missed timed swing,
the resulting
BASH
CLASH
PAIN
FLESH ripped wound
ende in hospital.
Fortunatly
the bone was strong
the head survived
but the pain
lasted longer
than the scream
on the inital impact.
Such a small mistake
such a lot of pain.
They say no pain no gain
but the shed remains
and is still standing
testament
to pain no gain
and the phrase
DIY
really does mean
Do It Yourself..

That one was for you vince!!!!!

I hope you liked todays poems, please let me know if you would like me to write you one.
See you all next time

TIM

New in the world of TIM

2007-03-28T00:05:00.000+01:00

So whats new in the world of TIM.... well we have a new printer as the old one died...aaahhhhh...I have a new bike (second hand) so cycle to work saving £38.00 per month.. hurrah. Also had a pay rise yyiipppppeeee only small but its good.
Apart from That this is my 99 post........SO PLEASE SEND ME YOUR IDEAS FOR POEMS FOR MY 100TH POST......

Idea...by TimYoung

The stuff inside my head
has idea's
thoughts
notions...
but what to do with them,
act them out
write them down
share them
keep them secret
a secret
never to be told.
Discard them
embelish them
expand them.
Idea's
thoughts
part of what make us human
parst of what makes me.....me
I think I'll write them down
in as pleasing but disjointed way.
I'll call it poetry...

Almost there

2007-03-21T08:51:00.000Z

Another post nearer to my 100th post....again I'm asking for idea form a poem. Let me know a subject you would like a poem on, out of all the suggestions I get the one I think is the best I will write and e-mail you a copy.
Help me celebrate my 100th post.. I never thought I would get here....

ALSO check out my new Blog, Forever romantic poetry....

Just an Idea.. by Tim Young

Its just an idea
a thought
a light bulb lit up
in my brain
a thought was illuminated
a notion was born.
I thought about it
deliberated on it
even tried
to put it into practice.
But sadly
nothing
nothing was the result
after all
it was
just
an Idea

getting there

2007-03-17T05:13:00.000Z

Soon it will be my 100th post....I would love to celebrate it in style, so let  me know if there is poem you would like me to write. I will post it on the Blog and e-mail it to you to keep if you want it.
I have  an idea that I want to run pass all you guys and girls out there, I'm thinking about starting
two more blogs for poetry, one for my faith with is so important to me and the other would be for
romantic love poems, let  me know what you think.

How to speed up time..... by Tim young

As you know
you will be aware
then when stared at
the hands of time
creep more slowly.
So my brain has an idea
print a picture
and stick to the clock
I figure that if you enjoy
looking at the clock
then the hands of time
will speed up.
We should enjoy out time
on this earth
this planet
we only have one life to live

That morning feeling

2007-03-14T08:03:00.000Z

I have just got up,I have to be at work for 9.30am today. Work is busy but good, I will have to shake off that morning feeling though, you know the one, eyes not focussing, yawning, tired limbs, though with me my back is stiff and painfull but that another story. The walk to the bus stop will wake me up fully.

Alarm.. by Tim Young

It rings but I sleep
It shouts but Ignore
I turn off
to tired to to hit
the
RED
snoze button
If i can do that I can get up.
The cover tighten around me
my eyes hide
deeper in my head
unseeing.
Then a thought
and I wake
I rush
to be at work on time

Just another Day

2007-03-09T23:42:00.000Z

Is there such a thing as tomorrow, a question my Mother used to say to me "Tim" she said Tomorrow never comes. There is only today, tomorrow is a consept, made availagble to us only though our understanding of time... what a load of rubbish I have just written
Still it makes you think.

Rubbish..by Tim Young

I have spouted some rubbish,
in my time I have spoken,
thought,
garbidge.
But like a painting
to some it is as i have said
rubbish
to other it is genious.
Random thoughts that
that capture the imagine
spur on thought
understanding.
Rubbish or genious
it does not matter
as long as my voice is heard.

Just me and wendy

2007-03-08T23:43:00.000Z

A strange thing happened today. I have been off work on a few days holiday, the kids were at school or university so me and Wendy got to spend the day with each other, it has been a lovely day we went to a local pub that does great food, 2 for the price of 1. I have a mixed grill it had gammon,steak,chicken and sausages chips and union rings and peas. Wendy had a fishers mans feast, with prawns and battered cod, chips and pea's. Hopefully it will not be too long before we can go again.

Just the two of us. by Tim Young

One day it will be just the two of us
time to chat and topics to discuss.
Reflecting on what has been waiting for what will be
when will this happen we'll have to wait and see.

When sitting rocking white haired and old
grandchild waiting for stories to be told.
No regrets, life is as it should be
When will this happen we'll have to wait and see

Because everone's doing it

2007-03-06T00:07:00.000Z

Ok I guess I'lll have to do it......not that I'm following the crowd??
3 things you should know about the number 3

1.The number of Churches I tried before my current place of Worship
2.The Holy Trinity, Father Spirit, Son
3.The number of dogs that have lived in my house

3 things that scare me

1. Spiders
2. Holes ( ask me about it some time )
3. Skydiving ( if at first you do not succeed--sky diing is not for you )

3 people who make me laugh

! Spike Milligan
2 A good friend of mine Chris Williams ( he does not know he's funny )
3 Bill Bailey ( comedian )

3 things I love
1.Wendy My Wife
2.My Children
3.My Car (Fiat Doblo )

3 things I hate
1.Smoking
2.Intollerence
3.Over paid people

3 things I don’t understand

1. The mind of a woman
2. How a brown cow eats green grass and gives white milk.
3. How a plane flys

3 things on my desk

1Sun glassed.
2 An Empy Mug
3 Car Keys

3 things I’m doing right now

1. Preparing a bible study for wednesday
2. Starting to write a play
3. Thinking about a holiday

3 things I want to do before I die

1. Have my own book of poetry published
2. Being a film
3. Have my 15 mins of fame

3 things I can do

1. Do an impression of a Citroen 2CV car
2. Write poetry
3. Make up stories on the spot

3 things you should never listen to

1. People saying "honestly no word of a lie"
2. people "saying I did it onve and I'm OK "
3. Adverts that say buy now pay layer

3 things I’d like to learn

1. Another language
2. How to paint
3. How to Rally Drive

3 favourite foods

1 Any thing Free
2 Cheese Cake
3 Chinese

Three Simple Things.. by Tim Young

Three Simple words
so hard to say
so full on meaning
full of promise
full of promises
three words
from me to you.
I love you.

Moon

2007-03-04T09:16:00.000Z

I have seen two amazing things this week. The first was a ring around the Moon, I do not know if you have ever seen one. When Ice forms in the upper atmosphere the moon light reflects off the ice crystals forming a "ring" here is a pic ( sadly I did not take it)

And secondly Yesturday was a Luna Eclipse. The moon when red as it passed in the earth's
shadow, truly wonderfull. (I did not take this pic either)

The Moon by Tim Young

Floating
hanging
glowing
guiding
from new to full.
Man has travelled
stood on you
then abandoned you
but there you remain
alone
beautiful
looking down
on us,
most of who
do not care about about you
let alone
our our planet

CD

2007-03-03T10:12:00.001Z

Well the CD is done after many hours of recording, it was a good experience, I think if the I'm asked to do it again I will.
Not going to write much today as I can't think of much to say.
Though I have started to write a play that I hope to put on at later on in the year.
I'll let you know how I get on and maybe post alittle of it to see what you think.
So bye for now..

Goodbye

There are many
many
different ways of saying goodbye.
Different languages
spoken
and body.

Got to go
Out of the way
Out of sight
Do it quickly
Before you make me stay
Yes I hate to go
Everytime My eys leave yours

Got to keep going

2007-02-27T23:35:00.000Z

A friend of mine is having trouble with her eyes. So I thought It would be a good Idea to offer to read and record to my computer a book that she has, and has not had the oppertunity to read as herself as eyes are so bad. I after I have read the whole book I will burn a CD so that she can listen to it. It has been hard work but I have got to keep on to finish the task. I know that she will be blessed by it. Though It is hard work it feels good to give up some time to do something for somboby, something that they are unable to do for themselves.

Reading.. by Tim Young

I read for you
I try to convey
the feeling
the meanings
of the printed page.
I try to read with passion
to make you feel
that you have actually read
and experienced the pages
experience the written word
first hand.

Kinder Scout

2007-02-26T00:25:00.000Z

Kinder Scout is an amazing place. The walk we went on, on Saturday was all the things a walk should be, tiring, wet, fun, great views ( when the raining stopped) and towards the end of the day the sun came out and we dried off quickly. I have made a video of the walk in the style of a movie trailer complete with music and voice over, I have up loaded it to you- tube but its not on yet I'll you know when it is so you can look at it and have a laugh.

Mountain Stream....by Tim Young

You flow
you fall
I can put my hand in you
feel your coldness
as you cares my fingers
ever changing
ever moving
the sound of you
fills my ears and head
with peace.
geologists could tell me
where do you go
and where you came from.
But I don't need to know
I see you
and know
and feel your beauty

zebrow

2007-02-23T19:42:00.000Z

I saw a strange bird the other day, honest this is real, no word of a lie guvnor.... well may be a small lie then aided by photo shop...

I can't believe it 2 posts on one day two photos its just too much I'll have to slow down or I'll give my self a nose bleed.

Nose bleed.. by Tim Young

My nose bled today
long streams of red blood
running
coursing
down my face
dripping from my chip
to spoil my clothes.
My mum used to says
It a safety value if you have
too much blood
I wish it was a safety valve
then maybe
I would not have been punched
in the first place.

2007-02-23T09:28:00.000Z

This is were I'm going to be on Saturday 24/02/07 its a place called Kinderscout, we will be walking along a plateau about 1,000ft . The picture is over looking Mam tor and loose Hill. On the day this was taken it was unusually clear, I fear that tomorrow we will not be so lucky with the weather. I will post some more pic for your in future posts. I'm sorry I hove not posted many pic on here I will have to put that right, so keep looking.

Mountain... by Tim Young

What force put you there
standing so tall
majestic
your head in the clouds
surveying all around you
you clothe your head with snow
and a hat of clouds.
Anything that man makes
can not compare to you
you were there before we were
you will be there
after we have gone.
So tall
so strong
so beautiful.
you stand as a sign
to all thats beautiful
in this world.

Short Story

2007-02-21T10:18:00.000Z

the other day inspiration hit me to write a short story. Here it is I hope you like it.

Arthur the Cat….. by Tim Young 19th Feb 2007

On the 17 February 2007 Albert Thomas had a heart attack. He lived at 27 Crabtree Crescent, he had lived there for 10 years, now it seamed as if his life was slipping away as a searing pain gripped his chest. He fell but managed to call out a very week cry for help. Fortunately for Albert Thomas his care person was cleaning the house and she heard his cry. A sort time later and ambulance arrived and took Albert Thomas to the local hospital for treatment.
On the 25 February Albert Thomas was pronounce fit by the doctors and allowed to go home.
Laying in his bed he thought about his life, it had been a good one, he was not afraid of death at all, he knew he time would come, but he was glad it had not happened yet.

The next day after he had woken up from a very deep sleep he thought he heard some purring he raised himself up from his bed and there sitting on the end of his bed was the thinnest cat he had ever seen it looked like it had not eaten in days.
“Oh my” he said “ where have you come from, I think you could do with some food and a drink” He reach out for the cat but the cat backed away “ its OK I’m not going to hurt you” he said as he reached out again, but still the cat kept his distance.
Albert Thomas got up dressed had quick breakfast and went out to the shops, he told the cat to “stay there I’m going to get you some food”
An hour later Albert Thomas arrived home a little out of breath with a tin of cat food.
He put two saucers out for the cat one with food in it and one with some milk. “ Where are you” called Albert Thomas “ I have something for you” He had not heard the cat come in but when he turned around there was the cat on the kitchen table so thin and frail, the cat looked at the food and the milk and then at Albert Thomas.
“ Well I get on and let you eat in peace”. Albert Thomas walked in to his front room sat in the most comfortable chair by the window and read awhile before nodding off to sleep.
He awoke and went to the kitchen remembering the Cat. When reach the kitchen he was surprised to see that the food and the milk were still there “ that’s strange” he said to himself.
The rest of the evening was spent thinking about the cat, he wondered where it had come from and whom it belonged too.
The next day there was the cat again sitting on the end of the bed, Albert Thomas looked at the cat long and hard, was it his imagination of did the Cat look a little better from yesterday?
He went down stairs and put two fresh saucers out again he used the rest of the tin of food and some fresh cold milk. Still the cat would not let him come close he longed to hold the cat and stroke it till he could here it purr with happiness.
This process went on for several days, each day he would put food and milk out for the Cat and each day the food and the milk were neither eaten or drunk, but amazingly as the days past the cat started to put on weight and even seamed to be coming closer to him though he was still unable to reach out and touch him. “ I guess you will learn to trust me some time.”
A few days later an old neighbour of Albert Thomas visited, she stayed for tea, Albert Thomas liked Mrs Stanley she had been a good friend to him, he was saddened that she had to move away.
Albert told her about the cat. He told her about not being able to get close and about the food and the milk.
Mrs Stanley listened and finally said, “You do know that cats are no strangers to this house”
She began to explain that before he had moved into the house an old lady lived here who had a cat “ now what was his name” she said screwing her eyes up trying to remember “ Ah yes” she finally said “ Arthur”
“What happened to Arthur?” asked Albert Thomas
“Oh its really sad” she explained that the old lady died in this very house and was not discovered for 12 days, when the police finally broke into the house. They found two things one was the old lady sadly passed away and the other was her beloved Arthur, it seamed he had stayed with Her by her side until he had died of starvation.
“Oh my” said Albert Thomas that is very sad. What day did she die?”
“ Remember it very well,” said Mrs Stanley it was on my Anniversary, we were on holiday my husband and I or we might have been able to find her sooner as we often popped in for a cup of tea at least twice a week. Anyway my anniversary was 10 days ago”
“Oh that’s a coincidence as it was 10 days ago that my cat appeared”
“Yes that is a coincidence,” replied Mrs Stanley.
The chatted for the next few hours till finally Mrs Stanley had to leave to catch the bus home again.
After she had gone Albert Thomas sat and thought about the cat.
Albert Thomas fell asleep.
When he awoke there was the cat looking at him, again looking better than ever.
“Arthur” Albert Thomas directed the name at the cat, the Cats ears both shot forward and a small meow left its mouth
“ You are Arthur but you can’t be you died 10 years ago after being found 12 days after your owner died.”
“Oh my” said Albert Thomas “you are leaving tomorrow this is the 11th day since you have been coming here, tomorrow will be the twelfth that will be the day you will be back to full health, so that will be the day that you leave me, where will you go, will you go to Mrs Stanley again. I hope so.”
Albert Thomas cried himself to sleep that night he’d even thought of not putting out any food or milk in the vain hope that that would prevent Arthur from leaving him. But he knew he could not do that, he had to do what was right for Arthur.
The next day he put down the final two saucers of food and milk. Arthur strode into the kitchen like he owned the place and began to eat the food and to drink the milk, when he had finished he looked up at Albert Thomas and meowed the loudest meow that he had ever heard from a cat. Arthur ran from the kitchen, Albert called after him “ please don’t go just a few hours more please” Albert Thomas walked in to the front room and sat in his most comfortable chair by the window and cried.
Then he heard it, it was a cat purring, there was Arthur looking up at him. He jumped on to Albert Thomas’ knee curled up and began to purr again. Albert Thomas stroked the Arthur. The Joy he felt at that moment was a feeling that he would remember till the end of his life. Albert felt his eyes drooping he knew that he could not stay awake any longer, “ bye old friend" he said "bye, look after your self” then he fell asleep. When he awoke Arthur was gone. Albert was not to sad for he had known that Arthur was going but he would miss him and he would always, always remember him.

Let me know what you think

Inspiration by Tim Young

Inventions they say
are part perspiration
part inspiration
coupled with the expectation,
hope,
for the finished article.
The creativity
of the human mind
sometimes bares fruit
and a simple idea works
the inventer rewarded
with financial reward.
A simple idea one which
I myself
have been waiting to have
for many a year.

HAIKU

2007-02-19T13:32:00.000Z

Hi PS way back in October I did write a Haiku, based on the 5,7,5 syllable format. I hope you like it.

I tried to hear you
wind carried your voice away
so I remained deaf.

The simplicity of them is what draws me to Haiku I will try to write more in the future.

Simplicity.. by Tim Young

Simple things can be complicated
as
complicate things can be simple
your understanding
make the statement true or false.

made to measure poetry

2007-02-16T23:14:00.000Z

Hello to you viewers out there I feel like I need a challenge.So if you have any ideas about the kind of poetry you would like to see here please let me know, subjects, styles. You could even suggest a few words you would like me to use in a poem. Let me know and I'll write a poem especially for you.

Made to measure poetry.

For you from me
for all the world to see.
words that will simply be
heart felt poetry.

blogging

2007-02-15T18:40:00.000Z

I find it a privilege to read other peoples blogs, it amazing how many different styles there are
now many different peoples and points of view there are it is literally endless. What is also amazing is
that some of them come to visit me and comment, thank you so much to those of you out there
that take the time. I really appreciate it. It seams to break down barriers, I wonder how many of the people who's blogs I read and enjoy I would pass by in the street or avoid on the bus
because I thought I don't have anything in common with them. Blogging is here to stay we are all the better for it.

read/look by Tim Young

I like what you write
I dont like how you look.
I'm good at stereotyping
you don't look right
I wont be friendly
I'm deeply flawed
But I like what you write.
Word can paint picture
that help to break down
barriers
prejudices
negative thoughts
all we
all I
need is patience
and understanding
to like what I read
and
like what I see.
I know people feel
the same way about me
for we are all subject to human nature
unfortunately we are all subject
to in- human nature.
I willing to try to change if you are

Valentines day 2

2007-02-14T23:43:00.000Z

Happy valentines to all you lovers out there,I would like to share two poems I have written for Wendy, I hope you like them.

Until you.. by Tim Young 14/02/07

Until you came into my life
I'm sure my heart was dying
a slow decline
to mediocrity.
But now with you
my heart beats
to an exuberant rhythm
to the music and the colours of life.
Each beat sending life
through my veins
to my finger tips
that revel
in caressing your face
or simply
holding your hand.

Thoughts of you... by Tim Young

What thoughts of you go through my mind.
What colours swirl when I close my eyes
a multi coloured display,
the colours of love, dance
combining, forming images of your face so fair
and when I open my eyes
your image is still retained before me,
like the image of a bright light
thatt when you glance away is still retained.
So will your image still remain
burned, etched, visible
always forever
in my mind eye.

ty 14/02/07

Love is a strange thing indeed it can be so intense yet last a life time I hope you all who read this have found your one true love.

Instant Poem Time

Strange,.. by Tim Young

Many things are strange in this life
Men for one
women for another
neither can figure the other out
YET
true happiness can be found
when two strange people
meet
fall in love
and become one.
The strange Dance of life
so many different rhythms
tempos
styles
let love beats
to compliment each
rhythm
tempo
style
and so happiness grows
contentment stays
life carries on

silly law of the day, this one from the UK

No one is allowed to die in Parliament. Well except the Queen. Westminster is a royal palace and anyone dying in a royal palace is eligible for a state funeral. So to avoid a costly funeral, if anyone does die, his or her body is removed before the death certificate is issued.

Valentines day

2007-02-14T07:32:00.000Z

Saint Valentine, according to romantic legend, was a kind-hearted Roman priest who married young couples against the wishes of Emperor Claudius II, and was beheaded on the 14th of February. At least this is one explanation, I'm sure the are many. Valentines day is here to stay and so shall be celebrated by many over the world. I hope you all have a good day. I hope the words of ove you speak to your loved ones will remain in their hearts for many years or at least till 14th of Feb 2008....

Longevity Words

If I say that I love you
how long will my words stay with you.
Will you remember tomorrow
the words of love I speak today.
Does not the heart remind the head
of the love it feels
from days gone by.
Having said all that
not out of duty
but because I want to
I'll tell you again
and again
so that you will never forget
that I love you So much.

When we met
you changed my life
Heart beat faster
my breath came quicker
and even now
after many years
when we hold hands
its still like
the very first time.

I Love You.

By Tim Young, for my amazing wife Wendy, the love of my life.

planning

2007-02-12T23:04:00.000Z

So what are you planning for valentines day, Roses. cards with verses, breakfast in bed.
Is valentines day a Western thing or is it celebrated the world over?
I hope that we can use Valentines day as a spring board to tell the ones that we love that we
REALLY do love them every single day of the year. I hope that those of you out there who will
send and anonymous valentines card that you will have courage to say to them to their face that
you love them.
Who was it said it is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.

I Thought.... by Tim Young

I thought I'd by you flowers
but the pollen
would make you sneeze.
I thought I would bring you
breakfast in bed
but I would burn the toast
and spill the milk.
I thought I would write you a poem
but the words would be awkward
and  msis slept.
So in  stead I held your hands
looked deeply into your eyes
and simply said
I love you.
Your tears of joy
wet my cheeks
as out lips met in a kiss.
thats  told me that you
love me too...

CRAZY LAW OF THE DAY

It is considered an offense to feed alcoholic beverages to a moose.

Fairbanks, Alaska

Whisper

2007-02-11T22:49:00.000Z

Whisper.... by Tim Young

I could feel your breath
on my face
you lips moving
the sound so soft
yours words
your perfume
caressing my face
the meaning
almost unimportant
to the fact
that YOU
were so close to me.
If I were to turn my face
I would stare straight into your eyes.
I know my legs would
turn to jelly
my courage would fade
my words
conveyed to you
on a stammer I do not normally have.
So I just listen
and inhale your presence,
as you speak to me
in softened tones
asking me
to pass you the library books you'd left.
As you leave
I study you
as you walk away.
I will be hear tomorrow
to see you again.
I check out a book
on self confidence
I hope to read it tonight
to speak to you
to whisper to you,
to tell you
I love you.

I remember the first time I told Wendy that I loved her, to tell some one that you love them is an amazing feeling. Though I find it easy now to tell her I love her and not a day go by without me saying it, she knows I mean it with all my heart. I will always remember that first time I plucked up the courage to say I LOVE YOU....

Laws

2007-02-10T21:27:00.000Z

I'm thinking of including in my blogs a section devoted to strange laws. In the UK it is said that
200 laws are got rid of every year, don't worry it does not mean that England will become a
lawless place in a few years. Ill give you an example....

According to a British law passed in 1845, attempting to commit suicide was a capital offense. Offenders could be hanged for trying.

There was a report in a news paper the other week saying that a prisoner in the UK tried to
commit suicide, the prison guards saw him hanging in his cell rushed in and took him down, after he was revived, he decided to sue the home office saying that it was his right to take his own life and that when they revived him it was against his civil liberties. the case went to court and he was awarded 250,000 pounds, Crazy..... I cant believe it but its true..

True... by Tim Young

What I told you was true
I saw it my self
I witnessed it
first hand,
well my hand was covering my face
but I heard it.
I was there
you should have seen it
you were there too
I did not know you talking to me
as there were so many other noises
people talking
its a wonder I heard anything at all.
Like I say I was there.
My best friend friend
told me all the details
he has good eye sight
he only need glasses
for reading
I would have seen it
if was looking
I would have heard it
If there wasn't too much noise
but I was there
so it must be true
my friend said so
Honest..

Interview

2007-02-08T22:18:00.000Z

On Tuesday the 13th at 10.00am I have a job Interview, No I'm not leaving where I work at
the moment just possible moving to another department for a 3 month Assignment in another
department. I hope eventually to move into the sale dept. I'll keep you all informed.

Next Step by Tim Yonug

The next step
will be taken
now
or a future time.
but move on I will
when the time is right.
Life never stands still
those that stand still
go backwards
retreat
We need to take life on,
but to do this
we need support,
friends.
So looking back when life
has run its course
through our bodies
we can say
we made it
we made a difference,
then we can look forward
to the life beyond

water

2007-02-06T22:47:00.000Z

Water By Tim Young

A drop of water
silently hangs
Waiting.
Gravity
held back at least for now,
tried to prize
the drop of water
from its grip on the twig
where-by it hangs.
It fell from may 100's of feet
through the air
with countless others.
Its task to water the earth
to bring forth life.
Its task now foiled.
As it silently hangs
waiting.
So near yet so far.
Then as if in sympathy
the wind blows
and silently
the water drops falls,
the earth receives
the moisture it craves
and silently
it journey is completed.

Water is amazing I'm sure you know that we can not live without it.
Yet most of us take it for granted.
We just have to turn our taps and it there when ever we want it.

For once

2007-02-01T22:56:00.000Z

For once I put my self first
Selfish, Yes
but I owed it to myself.
I try
to put others first
to melt into the background
to be helper
not leader.
But today
I thought I only about my self
I realised an important lesson.
I actually like myself
If I were to meet my self
we would be best of friends.
A verse in Bible says
love others as yourself.
So I'm encouraged
If I an love my self
how much more
can I love others.
So my time of thinking about myself
was not that selish after all.

Tim Young

My Question to you my readers is What do you Love about yourselves??
Please be honest

TIM

Work again

2007-01-28T23:33:00.001Z

Its Sunday 23.22 as Iam, writing this. Work again Tomorrow. Last week wasa week of training, it now means Iam now grounded in the most basic functions of UPS. This is good as it means that I will now have the opportunity to progress my career with in UPS to any one of the many departments. I think I would like to move into the Sales area, hopefully soon. I have the desire to progress my career and would like to earn some money as well, who of us could not do with more.
Here's a question for you have you ever thought what it would be like to win a large amount of money, I have, so mt question to you is...if you won a large sum of money that would enable you to be finaciall secure what woulf you do with it..

Money.. by Tim Young

If I won a large sum of money,
Would it change me.
What kind of person would it make me.
I like to think
I would do good with it
help people
fund things
worthy causes,
Or would i want to keep it
and watch my bank balance grow
my morals decrease
in my growing insular world.

reading

2007-01-25T22:09:00.000Z

This year so far for me has been a year of reading. I have read 7 books so far. Micheal Crighton is
current favorite, I can't wait to read the new one called NEXT.
I dont know what I would do with out being able to read. To be able to read about situations
I could never be in and read about people and events I could never hope to meet
and experience.
What are you reading, do you have any recommendations for me....

Reading... by Tim Young

On a bus today
I was in another world
a world of intrigue
a world of danger,
But I was immune
from the murderers schemes
I wanted to shout he's behind you.
But people would stare
and not understand.
As each page turns
new thoughts and feelings
hit me in the face.
I'm awake reading fast
heart racing hoping
all will be well.
Then the bus stops
the book is put away
my heart beas returns to normal
but my thoughts race
in anticipation
or will be...

Finger Prints

2007-01-23T07:31:00.000Z

Have you ever looked at your finger prints, they are amazing, beautiful and practical, with out them picking things up would be harder and police would have a harder time catching criminals LOL.
But seriously folks.... our finger prints are individual to you, they are part of what makes YOU, unique. There will never be another you.
I hope you appreciate who you are, maybe even love your self!!

Help..by Tim Young

When I need help
you are there
always by my side.
When advice
is what I need
you give it.
So I say thankyou
for being you.
Thankyou for caring for me.
For waiting for me
when I'm walking slowly
for encouraging me
when I'm down
for praising me
when I do someing good.
Thank you
I love you.

future

2007-01-19T06:29:00.000Z

Future... by tim young

Is there really a future
or is there just
a perpetual now.
May be each day
of the perpetual now
is a choise of direction.
May be thats why
getting out the
right side of the bed
is such a crucial decision.

70

2007-01-17T06:22:00.000Z

My 70th post is here. only 30 more for my 100th. Not sure what I will do after the 100th. might change things a little
play with the format. my have some picture in. I think I ned to attract more people to view the site.
Or t least get more comments, Niall and Preeti thanks for your comments in the past.

Poetry by Tim Young

Poetry
Word formed
written ,wrote,spoke
inked or verbal
ideas
thoughts
musing, contemplations,
whats inside for all the world to see.
So much depends on the reader,
the world best poem
read badly
is no longer the worlds best poem.
So read this again
with care
as best you can
in your most shakespearian voice
as I would like to be
the worlds best poet.

No preamble

2007-01-14T17:40:00.000Z

No preamble by Tim Young

Should I just get on with it
no preamble
or should i set the scene
should i jazz it up
or dumb it down
sign post it
or make it criptic
change the font
change the size
its up to me
no one else
the out come is mine.

pudding

2007-01-07T21:46:00.000Z

Our good friends Steve and Kay are hosting another of their famous pudding evening. So I have been looking for a pudding to make, I have found one the looks great and is easy to make, its called a Caramelised Peach Cake I'll let you know how I get on.

Pudding by Tim Young

Sitting there
drooling
I'm looking
waiting
spoon at the ready
wait for my first
mouth watering bite
with yes closed
such wonderful sensations
await me.
But First
I have to make it
may be i should
eat the picture
in the magazine
and pretend

Thanks

2007-01-06T11:52:00.000Z

I just wanted to say thank you to all of you who have posted comments on my blog. Also I would like to say sorry for not posting as often as I would have liked. I have been feeling lazy recently and there has been some good stuff on TV, plus my youngest son has been on the PC playing his war games.... oh well I'll post more as i get the inspiration and the time.

Ashes.. by Tim Young

Five NIL
Five NIL
white wash
hog wash
at least we came second.
Time to create
to make
new ashes
burn the bats
present the remains
and say sorry
to the nation

JAN 2nd

2007-01-02T07:11:00.000Z

Hello an may I wish you all a happy new year. This is my first post this years and my first in a long time. Its good to be back. So what can I say, well a lot has happened, Christmas and the new years celebrations have come and gone. We spent the new year with some friend, laughing and playing games. I'm not into parties certainly not those that end in drunkenness, I've seen too much of that in my life and its puts me off drinking to excess, so i can still boast going in to 2007 that i have never been drunk. Sorry if i come across self righteous I do not mean to be.
2006 was good to me I started work at UPS and I hope I can spend may a good year there, I also started my blog, in 2006 i have written well over 70 poems my most productive year by far since I started writing poetry in 1982. Last year I learnt more about God and felt his forgiveness and Love I will be eternally grateful.

Clean Slate by Tim Young

Yesterday my slate was full
Today it is clean
a fresh start.
So what do I write on it today
something new
or something that was there yesterday.
They say history repeats its self
So will my slate
by the end of the day
be any different
to yesterday.
I hope it will be different
fresh
new.
Yes history repeats its self
but how we view it makes the changes.
some thing may have happened yesterday
to make me feel down, depressed
the same thing may happen today
but with positive thought
I will learn from it
it will make me stronger
more determined
to change my world.
I should purpose in my heart
to forgive more
be more tolerant.
My slate was clean
not any more
my first scribbling
simply reads
be My self.

Rest

2006-12-22T06:21:00.000Z

I'm so looking forward to the rest at Christmas, I break up from work today, there is a rumor that we might get to go home early. I hope so. I'm looking forward to a few lay- ins, breakfast in bed. Obviously looking forward to opening my presents on Christmas day. This years as always we are going Wendy's mums for Christmas dinner, these are usually really good, great food and good company. Later in the Day we are going to my brothers, its always a special time.

Anyway I'm sure you only come to the blog to read my poetry not whats happening in my life..

Poem Time. Christmas by Tim Young

Christ came to earth so many years ago
How time has passed, but the 'Message'
Remains the same
It's how we respond the message that counts
Store it in our hearts
Trashing it, throw it away
Maybe we should take a second look
Ask ourselves what it really means.
Seasons greeting to you all

New York builders

2006-12-18T06:24:00.000Z

I have a picture on my wall, its famous picture, am sure you know the one, it the one where 11 new york builders are sitting on Girder high up over new York, the fascinating thing is that they are not wearing safety harness, this would not happen to day. We are so obsessed with making every thing so safe we are so afraid that some one will Sue us that we have to put "contents may be hot" on a coffee cup in a vending machine. Society is changing some of it for the better but not all of it, We have to be so careful about what we say and do. Even Jesus is being pushed slowly out of Christmas because it might offend some one from another religion.

Poetry Time.

Unforgiven. by Tim Young

Are you unforgiven
does guilt hound you
search for you
eat away at your thoughts.
We can be so bound up
as we has have not been able to
or unwilling to forgive
or we have not asked for
or wanted to receive forgiveness.
Yet to be forgive
is liberating
to receive forgiveness
is amazing.
I hope pride will not
stand in our way.
where as Pride is a terrible master
freedom leads you to happiness

Just pressing buttons

2006-12-16T22:15:00.000Z

Do you seize the day. Got for it. Try to realise your dreams or ambitions. Or do you just press the buttons. Is your day spontaneous or routine, exciting or humdrum. As long as you are happy either of the these options are OK. Happiness is what its all about. With out happiness or love on our lives we are empty. We all have the need to be loved. Some would say especially at Christmas, I say all the time. I once wrote in one of my poems that
Lack of war
can help keep you alive
but lack of Love
can kill.

Poem Time..

Cats. by TimYoung

My Cat sits
as on a thrown
looking around
smelling, sensing.
He may purr
He may think he's superior
to all other animals
He probably knows
Cats were worshiped adored.
He thinks he can bring Bad luck
or good luck.
But to me he's a cat
and he licks his own BUM.

Christmas

2006-12-14T06:58:00.000Z

Well folks its nearly here, Christmas. Personally I can't wait. Its a great time. It's good to to share gifts, have meals with other family members. Have time off work. Not having to get up early in the mornings.
I have a small fibre optic Christmas tree that sits on my desk at work, i looks lonely but its there flashing away to all that will look at it. A few of the people have decorated their desks with tinsel some look OK but mostly it looks rather tacky. As a country we have lost the real meaning of Christmas, its all about money theses days and not celebrating the birth of Jesus. Another thing I'm looking forward to is is the Carol concert at church this is usually very good and very funny as between the songs there is usually some sketches, so as i say its a great time of year.

Poem Time... Songs by Tim Young

What song
what tune
will I sing today.
Our bodies
the instrument
the life plays.
We sing along
to the tune of life.
Sometime happy
sometimes sad.
Blues or Rock
Classic or alternative.
I've just woken up
not yet pressed play
So I wonder
What song
what tune
will I sing today.

61

2006-12-12T07:06:00.000Z

61 no not my age but my 61st post. I can't believe it. Time seams to be going so quickly.
Next October is my 25Th wedding anniversary, so a few months ago we booked a Holiday to Menorca. We received a letter last week informing us that the flight we had booked on from the East Midland Airport was now cancelled. We went to the travel agents and tried several ways to sort it out, that would enable us to fly from the same airport but sadly we were unable to, which means that we now have to travel to Manchester airport. Its not too much out of the way but we will be flying later in the day.

Poem time. Flying by Tim Young

A huge lump of shaped metal
being propelled forward
somehow
incredibly
amazingly
managed to rise in the air.
And stay there!!!!
I have been there
I know its true.
I've been above the clouds
looked down on the earth
far below.
I been there and experienced a dream
that I could fly.
And
I want to go again