After 2 years of searching for my dream job, finally I was able to secure one... I wrote this poem as soon as my employer said he will support me however he can. This small glimmer of hope is what I came here for..

Three restless years of papers, waits and fear

Of borders shifting like uncertain sand

Now steady ground beneath my feet appear

A contract sealed by hard-earned, calloused hand

The title reads “Site Manager” in London’s haze

Hard hat and steel where dreams refused to die

Yet echoes of old worry still remain

A quiet storm that lingers in the sky

Relief floods warm like summer after rain

While unknown futures whisper what comes next

Gratitude and doubt walk side by side again

In this new chapter, brave but still complex

So here I stand on firmer London soil

With tools and purpose, heart both light and sore

The road ahead is long, but mine to toil

From drifting guest to builder evermore

   

A picture of my workstation on site...

Poems About Life: Golden Paths of a British Summer

British summer landscape feels like a deep breath golden fields, a winding green path and skies that go on forever. Here’s a poem born from that quiet afternoon from Beckett park, Leeds

Wide skies unfold in layers soft and bright

With cotton clouds that drift on lazy wings

The earth spreads gold beneath the warming light

A canvas vast where quiet freedom sings

A ribbon green winds through the toasted grass

Pulling the eye toward the distant line

Each footstep whispers secrets as I pass

Of simple days and moments pure and fine

Old trees keep watch along the open field

Their branches heavy with the season’s green

They sway and murmur stories yet revealed

In breezes carrying what peace might mean

Here summer lays its hand on weary souls

With endless blue and paths that lead somewhere

No rush, no weight, just sunlight’s warm console

Reminding us that joy is always there

Does a summer walk in the countryside refresh you? What does this kind of open space make you feel? Tell me in the comments

Poems About Life: The Balancing Rock at Brimham Rocks UK – Strength, Time and Standing Tall

 Standing before this ancient balancing rock at Brimham Rocks in Yorkshire, I felt the weight of time and the quiet power of standing firm. This poem about life captures those feelings and the delicate balance we all navigate through change, loss and renewal.

Beneath a vast and endless azure dome

A titan stands where centuries have played

Layered stone on stone, a weathered home

Defying gravity in silent parade

Eroded edges whisper ancient tales

Of wind and rain that carved but could not break

A monument to what endurance avails

When time itself becomes the force we take

Its base so narrow, yet it holds the weight

Of heavy years and skies that press it down

Lichen paints its skin in hues of fate

While roots above reach for the sun’s warm crown

Like hearts that tremble yet refuse to fall

We balance on the edge of rise and stall

Each crack a story, every curve a scar

From distant storms that tested its resolve

It teaches us that strength is not a bar

But quiet patience as the wild evolves

In slices of this earth so bold and free

We see our lives in rock’s eternity

So stand, dear soul, though winds may howl and shift

Let layered moments build your quiet might

The rock endures, its form a sacred gift

A call to hold your ground through day and night

For in this fragile, towering embrace

Life finds its balance in both time and space

Whispers of Renewal, Starting Over After Long Silence

After years of silence, this poem about life captures the quiet courage it takes to begin again. Blending raw emotion with slices of real experience, exactly what this blog has always been about

In the quiet dust of forgotten pages,

Where old words sleep like faded photographs,

A gentle pull awakens hidden stages

Life calls again through open doors and half-lit paths

The heart, once paused in shadows deep and wide

Now stirs with ink that refuses to hide

Memories bloom like spring after harsh winter rain

Carrying echoes of trains to unknown towns

Of homes left behind and the sweet ache of change

Each scar becomes a verse, each fear a crown

We slice into existence with trembling hands

Finding beauty where the broken heart stands

No longer waiting for perfect light or time

I breathe these lines like fresh air on weary skin

Photographs of moments, raw and unrhymed

Capture the fire that burns within

From fear to flight, from loss to lingering grace

Life whispers: “Begin. There’s still space”

So here I stand, with pen and lens in hand

Weaving poetry from threads of joy and pain

To every soul who feels the same silent command

Restart, rewrite, let your story reign

For in these slices of ordinary days

We find the extraordinary in our own ways

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