C.B.Lidstone

C.B.Lidstone
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I was both born in the town of Botwood, Newfoundland, Canada and I am a sailor, oil rig worker, trucker, construction worker, archer, biker, but mostly I am a father and grandfather who likes poetry.
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Take me from this tortured life Release me from this constant strife Send me back where I belong This mortal form no longer strong - Make a place for me alone I’ve failed this time and will atone Gated by the rules of man As Caesar helps the evil stand -
Will-O’-The-Wisp and Turning Point ..........Two short poems.........Will-o’-the-wisp is a hope or aim that can never be fulfilled and Turning Point is how things change unexpectedly.
Don’t Ask...........I'll ask you. If you like my poems tell your friends, link them to facebook or my favorite leave a little note for me.
Be Little Man is a story of reunion after a brake up and how old habits come back if no effort is made.
Let It Snow - sometimes we have as much control over our own lives as we do over the weather. You just have to make the best out of whatever comes.
A special day now thirty-two years ago but I have relived that day so many times in my mind and I hope I continue to.
Where Does Nothing Go is like an abstract painting in words where all the parts are there but they are so confused.
A poem I wrote to my granddaughter telling her I was sorry for the time I missed with her. Even though she to young to remember, I have nothing to forget.
This is a poem I wrote for a friend who had a daughter taken from him and his wife in a car accident. She was 23 years old and on her own with a one year old baby. I'll put her name here later but I have to ask him first if it's okay.
Be the one you would like others to be..................................................................................
Is there a day in your life that you have lived a thousand times. This is one of those days way back when that I relive every now and then.
This poem was written for my daughter Emma on Mother's Day 2008 and this is the first time I have posted it.
I read a blog about how to write a poem and I thought about it and it made no sense, so I wrote a poem that may not help you write but it won't confuse you ether.
I have to tell you my wife did not die but we are no longer together. In the poem I refer to the sister I had, her name was Linda. She was younger than me by about a year and she died on her 46th year. I do miss her.
I feel a need to move my life forward, to find new love and so far I have found nothing but loneliness.
This is a chance for me to speak to the grand children that are so great that I will never see them.
This is a true story as are most of my poems. I hope you enjoy this one. Chris
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