Train Of Thought Sitting on a train Going nowhere Fields whizzing by So much out there Face pressing against glass People watching all that pass Daily commuters tapping on their laptop computers Notebooks tablets PDA phones Some guys stood there like They're made out of stone Reading a book Minding my own Full of pretty pictures I stand alone If they could only stop Stand still a moment See the world and All she marvels Breathe in the air Stop and stare If only they could care About the environment About the future Sitting on a train Minding my own Reading a book Waiting for my stop I get off I've reached my destination ©Lisa Chaplin 6th September 2012
Gaelic Charm There's an enchanted land Far far away, Where leprechauns chase Rainbows and Faeries play Tis mystical this land From far far away Where banchees cry When evil's at bay An emerald city as far as The eye can see Where kissing the blarney stone Makes wishes foresee Folk tales and guiness Music and lyrics Saint Patrick and Laughter doing the Irish jig This enchanted land Far far away Is charmed beyond words And here to stay. ©Lisa Chaplin 3rd September 2012
Like A Rose A relationship is like a rose, how long it lasts no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh. To have it leave , you'd rather die.. You hope you've found that special rose, cause you love and care for the one you chose. , . ---- ' | } / / } } . = . ---- ' ` } / /` ' ----- . / ` | | / | | | |_ / __/ | ©Lisa Chaplin 5th September 2012
Close Encounter of The Creepy Kind.. Alas another encounter. Maybe I should hang a sign on my door ~ creepy crawlies enter... It so isn't fair, I've had my share. It's time to move on, pack your bags be gone! Leave my room, leave me be I beg. Pick on someone else instead! I want to sleep, I want my bed... It so isn't fair, I've had my share. It's time to move on, pack your bags be gone! Spiders beware, you're in my lair. Leave this place or I'll spray you with mace and leave you to die a horrible death... It's so unfair, I've had my share. It's time to move on, pack your bags be gone! ©Lisa Chaplin 5th September 2012