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I Want a House

I want a house near the beach,
So I can feel the calm of the sea and the wind on my face,
where I can lie on the soft bed of sand and see the open heavens above and watch time go by.

I want a house with a porch,
so I can stand and see the boats far away on the sea and pat my dog, feel his lovely ears and soft coat next to my leg.

I want a house that has a kettle brewing my tea,
and a laptop charging so I can write in my own time and space and free the creativity.

I want a house with books of classics Dickens, Shakespeare and Bronte.
But down in the corner the book written by me with my picture on the back.

I want a house that gives me freedom to relax,
and rest to wander freely with my achievements on the wall that I can remember.

I want a house where you are sleeping or calling my name,
and a place to hold me in your arms at night and whisper I love you every day.

For All Time
For all time may we be together, my love
For all time may I see your face, my love
For all time I hope to hold you in my arms my love.

For all time I pray for us, my love
For all time I want for us, my love
For all time I hope for us to be together my love.

But for all time nothing lasts, my love
But for all time, life does not exist, my love
But for all time I cannot be with you, my love.
But for all time that I have, I will love you, my love.

Things didn’t Turn Out
Things didn’t turn out the way I expected
Things didn’t turn out the way I had planned,
I wasn’t prepared, I was naïve,
Now I am feel much older, now I am wiser.

Things didn’t turn out the way I expected
Things didn’t turn out the way I had planned,
I wasn’t prepared, I didn’t have the knowledge,
Now I am experienced, now I am wiser.

Things didn’t turn out the way I expected
Things didn’t turn out the way I had planned,
I had dreams and hopes, I had the faith
Now they are broken and lost, now I am wiser.

Things didn’t turn out the way I expected
But they are here, I have to start accepting
I have to start anew, I have to figure out,
What I am meant to do and where life goes on from here.

Memories

Your hand left mine as I let you go
I can still smell you, hear your voice
Your memories
Tears roll down my cheek, how do I move on?
I am strong, I am strong I am told
But your memories haunt me
I can see you in my dreams
Your clothes are still in the closet
People say move on
But all I have are the memories of you

My Savior

When others left when times were hard
All I had left was you, my savior
I was told by others that I was strong
But the truth was you carried me, my savior.
I have food, shelter and enough money
But you gave me them, my savior.
When others left when times were hard
All I have left was you, my savior.

People say they are friends, But they don’t stay or help
When times were hard, I had you my savior.
I no longer look outside to others, for all I need is my savior
When others left when times were hard
All I had left was you my savior.

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Tavinder Kaur New is primarily a short story writer, who lives in Dagenham Essex. One of her short stories ‘ If I had Known’ has been published in City Lit Adult Education Centre in London in their Between the Lines Magazine in 2010.

She has been also chosen to read her poem ‘I Want’ in the Barking and Dagenham Folk Festival in 2015. She has attended many writing courses in City Lit Adult Centre and currently in Barking and Dagenham Adult College.

Tavinder has a BA honours in English and Cultural Studies and also a Level 3 diploma in Counselling Studies. In addition she has a blog where all of her collection of poems and short stories have been published: http://tavindernew.blogspot.co.uk/.
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3 Comments

  1. Karen Harvey Karen Harvey

    I love I Want a House by the Sea by TK N. I now live in a house by the sea in. WAles and swim most of the year round. It’s wonderful.

  2. Steven Steven

    I love these kinds of poetry where you don’t know what’s going to come next. It makes me glued to the poem. The thought process of the poet is beyond appreciation.

  3. Clara Clara

    All I have are the memories of the great feeling experienced while reading this excellent poem. I enjoyed the memory part of the poem; it is so touching.

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