Explore the Quillversey Poetry Chest

Welcome to my curated collections, where every verse is a reflection of life and the emotions we gather along the way. Discover poetry that resonates with your own experiences and memories, crafted with heart by Sunray Ron

Freedom

When I have more time, I will treat myself to a new

Of summer fields and mountain dew

Rippling streams and waterfalls

Stroll through meadows of buttercups in the midday sun

And watch the hares on the run

I’ll glare at the rainbow after the showers

Which highlights my day and the passing hours.

Passing Time

With Passing Time

In the dimly lit room, the wallpaper hangs in threads

And torn curtains block the light

An old, worn-out armchair, tattered and torn, stands in front of

Two-bar fire

The clock sits upon the mantelpiece

In the old armchair sits an elderly gentleman

A war medal pinned to his breast pocket

He cannot remember the past now as time has passed him by.

The Dusty Violin

A dusty violin lies in the corner of the room

Covered in dust as if in a tomb

Broken strings tell their story

Of nights of opera and its glory

Crowds filled with wild emotions

Clapping hands with excited commotions

Years have worn the polished grain

And damped air has twisted the frame

Yet with love and care it may play again

Are You Sure?

A face of joy I saw today

A silent smile, I remembered clearly

Of lonely days while we were apart

You remain very dear

The tears have passed

A new future lies ahead

The sudden urge to say

Is it really you

We talk and smile, and then go to bed

OH, how I do love you

Feelings have returned once again

Both contented and fine

Are you sure? together we said

Yes, but we still need time

My New Love

When darkness comes, I’ll hold you

Until the morning breaks

I’ll go to sleep dreaming of you and

Hope you're still with me when I awake.

Make Believe

Children are playing in full of fun

Even in the rain and sun

Never-ending games, they play

Hoping for an endless day

Children play with dreams

Of cowboys, nurses, kings and queens

Make-believe and guessing games.

Lost In the Distance

Distant dreams of lost love

Leads to distant days

Distant days lead to distant nights

And you become distant.

The Magic of Arran in Scotland

Stars glow as night falls

The moon rises slowly in the night sky

Soon, the morning glow will surrender

And a brand-new day will start

The Holy Isle is appearing

Its secrets to unfold

The tide is slowly rising

And Goats Fell looks very cold

Wish I had my camera, it's such a lovely view

But I have only my memory

That will have to do.

Tea at Scorry Breac in Scotland with my son Kevin

Weathered plaque of Scorry Breac

The land of the free

Purple heather, the world to see

Giant fir trees shade the lake

Which is a picturesque dream

Daisy’s head sways in the breeze

While in Adria I make the teas

After I'll rest my feet in the lake

Sit a while and have a break.

Goodbye, my old Friend

Goodbye. Oscar my old friend

No more walks in the summer breeze

And no more illnesses or vet fees

No more cramping pains

While walking in the park

Sometimes in the rain

How can I forget my friend

When I s have so many wonderful memories

Your toys remain upon your bed

And your bowl is still in the kitchen, where you were fed

And your lead still hangs upon the kitchen door

Just like your footprints on the floor

No, you will never be forgotten, my old frien

I Was Made a Promise

Listen to your Heart

It’s the heart that keeps you going

And keeps your body strong

It’s your courage that keeps you fighting

Sometimes it may be wrong

It’s your strength that lets you climb the mountain

That seems the hardest human. Test

Maybe you might need some time in which to have a simple rest

Take another step now before you lose the light

As it’s not long now, you’ll soon see the end in sight

Don’t give up now as the challenge is nearly done

And you will feel a whole lot better

When you know you’ve won.

Take One Day at a Time

We are in charge of our attitudes

Each day is a new day to use as you will

You can use it to moan – Listen – or gossip- hurt someone o

r Bully or cause a family upset

Or you can use it for good or happiness

Or trust, companionship and friendship

And Joy and peace

For what we do today is important

Because you are exchanging a day of your life for it

When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever

, And in its place is something that you have left behind.

Let it be something good.

Nice Days Out

I’m lucky to have lovely daughters so dear

Who have stood beside me throughout the year

When times were hard, they stood their ground

Until an answer could be found

We met for a meet-up for a chat

And we talked about this, and we talked about that

The day was a complete pleasure

Both have become little treasures.

A Stroll in the Glen in Scotland

Rain falls upon my face

And thunder fills my ears. But it’s not new

It’s happened throughout the years

Just like drifting winds that touch my Cheek

That leaves me refreshed with nature’s hand

And refreshes the sod of this common land

After the storm, a rainbow shone

Which gives great delight

Thunder gone, and the sun returns

With birds in simple flight

Nature shines through the dew with golden slumber

A view of gold that my heart will always remember

Rivers flow as a poet’s dream

Of wonders new or so it seems

Flowers burst open their petals, covered in dew

Just as I have a loving thought of you

My heart is now beating like a drum

As the sun’s shadow falls upon the grass

Highlighting the day and making dreams come true

And just at that moment in time, once again, I think of you

Did you know him?

Frozen screams heard within the night

From a desperate soul taking flight

As heroin travels within the blood

Mind in constant whirl

And life and future now in peril

How does one reach this never-ending point

Where life itself has no longer any meaning

And broken dreams are left demeaning

Where hope is now just a word

And the world seems so blurred

Food soon becomes less of a reason

And lost is any sense of season

Stealing becomes commonplace

As a dirty hoodie hides the face

Sleeping in fear upon the needed floor

Where they will need more

Body wrecked and full of pain

They lie in the streets in the wind and rain

Pockets empty and a life of dread

Don't give a dam for tomorrow as he may be dead.

A wee corner of Scotland

Weathered stone

Summer Green

Shaded by the stream

Daisy heads in delight

I rest by the stream

And lay back upon the grass

For it’s my turn to lie back and dream

Summer Gold

Bright to the eye, the summer scene

Of golden daffodils upon the green

Planted for the common good

And close to the bluebell wood

On the hill stands the old mill

Where I used to hide

Near the bus station

Where I would often take a ride.

Are you looking for me?

If you’re looking for me

I will be down by the sea

Building castles in the sand

With the breeze in my hair

And the sound of the fair

And thinking of you.

Storms Never Last

Storms never last, it said

As we squeeze hands in the thunder

A rainbow appears to show its face

As we lock arms in a warm embrace.

I Believe

The fact is that nobody leaves this wonderful planet alive, yet

When we depart, we leave behind our thoughts of reason and our

need for forgiveness for our mistakes. We leave hope, courage, and goodness

rapped in conditional love and a choice for a better world

One such belief is that just for a moment in time, we ourselves were loved

And understood, and most important of all, hopefully, sometimes a joy to be with

When as we leave, I believe we do not leave alone,

I believe that an angel or a passed friend waits to guide us,

And shows us the way, then together

We simply travel to a higher level of learning in braces

love and in peace, as our hopes and dreams

continue.

Days with my son

Together in so many ways

Shared countless laughs on countless days

A love and bond no one can break

Each sharing wisdom for wisdom’s sake

Great adventures out of the blue

Always felt safe with you

Our teamwork is known to be great

Maybe we should celebrate

Maybe with a cup of tea or a glass of wine

Either will be just fine.

The Door is always open

Heaven’s door is always open

For you and for others and me

We all travel through the tunnel of light

To God’s kingdom, behold a golden light

And when we arrive, we feel a great love

As we are protected from the shadows

In this great wonder, we now bestow

One’s mind Is wrapped in wonder, and their spirits are now at peace

As some of their emotions are now due to release

Angels greet them in song and pray for them sincerely

As we are all loved so dearly

There is no tension, only calmness around them

As angels meet their friends who brought them

God’s angels then hold their hands in glory

For all of them have heard your story

As times like these will never end

For this is the not the beginning of dreams, my friends

In dreams It’s what they call everlasting love

Footprints in the sand

Footprints in the Sand

And pyramids found in forgotten lands

Those are changed with the wind

Leaving little trace when new

But life goes on despite the cost

For throughout the years, not all is lost

For Kings and Queens are found across the land

Along with the wind that covers our footprints left in the sand.

The Seamans Dream

Waves crashing upon the ocean floor

Creating new seabeds evermore

Fish swimming to and fro

Not really knowing where to go

And every seaman has a story

Of mermaids in their glory

Seen by just a few in a moonlit creation

Could they be a lost at sea relation?

The Wandering Souls of Scorry Breac

How the wind blows through drifting snow

Across the snow-covered moors

Where great men fought for the sake of freedom

The rich, the famous, and the poor

With beating hearts, they scaled the hills

With a battle cry, they crossed the glens

Leaving a trail of blood behind them

Their courage is remembered still

So, raise a glass to the Nicholson Clan

Who fought for us and our freedom.

Changing Waves

Waves beating upon the organic shore

Changing the surface ever more

Washing away traces of the past

Tho the weather may be overcast

Yet every beach has its glory

Of our memories and holiday stories

Of lost treasure not yet found

As seagulls let out a screaming sound

Yet we come back year after year

With happy hearts and cold beer

We even try an ice cream as a treat

And forget about the sand between our toes on our feet

Yet it always comes to an end

So I will see you all next year, my friends.

In the Winter Rose Garden

I walked in the garden where the roses grow

The air was filled with a fragrance

With a wonderful glow

Suddenly, I was surrounded by angels

Who left no footprints in the snow

I stood frozen and amazed and in wonder

As I had nowhere else to go

I realised that my wife was with me in spirit

That shocked my heart no end

But I should not have worried

Because I was with a friend.

When I get some spare time

I will reward myself with a new

Of summer fields and festivals new

Rippling streams and waterfalls

I’ll stroll through the meadows of

buttercups in the midday sun

And watch the rabbits on the run

I’ll share the rainbow after the showers

That highlights the day and becomes

A memory of my hours and great Days.

My Visions of Nature

I’ve wandered the sleepy hills and golden valleys

And rested next to rivers covered in winter snow

I see the hares hiding in the Scottish heather

And stags taking shade under moss-covered trees

I have felt the rain and the sun and the breeze

I have seen eagles high in flight

And walked miles on a bright starlit night.

My Dear Son

Reminds me of what I’m missing

But I’m still wishing

There are often when I wish it could last forever

But time runs out sometimes when we’re together

I forget any trials and tribulations

And enjoy life with its sensations

We both dream of new tomorrows

Forgetting the crossroads and any sorrows

Each day that comes, I’m. glad. to have him near

It’s great to have a son so dear

I’m glad to share his warm embrace

With his kind smile upon his face

A true bond, I’m sure, forever true

As I’ve never seen him blue

lI will always carry the pride

A smile when I’m by my side.