Welcome to Quillversy Poetry by Sunray
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With stark imagery and a lyrical rhythm, this collection of poems by Sunray traces the quiet ache of suburban memory, and home life and the rustle of dry leaves to the hum of a distant freeway. These poems navigate the space between what is remembered and what is real, exploring how landscapes shape our innermost selves. With each turn of the page, a tender reckoning with love and history unfolds, asking if we can ever truly leave the places that made us, along with the memories locked within our hearts.
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.
Share of Freedom
Freedom is all around me
But my mind is locked in chains
My body’s tired and weary
And lost hope it claims
Time is running out now
Fulfilment
Suddenly, my lips met yours
Inevitable it seemed to be
One minute, you were far away
The next is very close to me
Our bodies seemed to be intertwined
There was nothing that I could do
It happened suddenly
When I was close to you.
Stranger in the Night
In the silky web I spied
A tiny fly which had died
I wondered when it met its plight
Because it was not their last night.
Make Believe
Children are playing in a fun-filled way
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
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
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 heads sway 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 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 friend.
I Was Made a Promise
You made a Promise to my heart
That you would never part
A dear promise
As you made it very clear
I still remember the day
You said you’re going away
My heart just filled with pain
Knowing things wouldn’t be the same
As time passed by, I learnt not to cry
And had a wee dram instead.
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.
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 or 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
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, 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.
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 braced in
love and in peace as our hopes and dreams
continue on.
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
Ither will be just fine.
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 knew 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 hours.
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
To get a decent pint.
My Dear Son
Reminds me of what I’m missing
But I’m still wishing
There are often times 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.
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 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.
Listen to the Breeze
When you're tired of being out there, doing things alone
And want some peace and quiet, and you want to be alone,
Walk upon the beach as the sun heads for the sea
I’ll be there beside you if you listen to the breeze
Don’t think of all the miles, don’t think of wasted years
Remember all the wonderful memories and good times
as the wind whispers in your ears.
I’m not the only one
When a hurtful word is spoken
Or an unkind deed is done
I always remember
I’m not the only one
Who has ever been mistreated
Stepped upon or pushed aside
By thoughtless, harmful actions
Or selfish, hateful pride.
Forgiveness
We cannot love unless we have accepted forgiveness
And the deeper our experiences are, the greater is our love.
We are haunted not by reality but by those images we have put in place of reality.
The Morning Dance
Butter cups covered in morning dew
Under skies of Azure blue
Lambs dancing in midday sun
Paper boy yet to come
A horse alone in a field of green
While the tractor lets go its steam
Windmill in the distance turning in the breeze
While farmer Ton paddles his cheese
Unseen by women or men
A little dog danced in the Glen.
My Thoughts
My inmost thoughts lie captive,
I n stilled avalanches of words
Crystalised for posterity in shining grains
now perfect in minds
Preserved until the end of time.
He sat alone without a care.
He sat alone in the sun without a care
As the world passed him by, he could only offer a stare
The summer breeze was full of promise as the sun touched his face
As he suddenly remembered all his friends within the human race.
Fresh Lilies
Bold olive-green stems
Proud and upright, their pointed leaves are clearly seen
As if looking through glass
The Lilies a rich, soft pink, edged in crimson
And in the centre
A place of lavender speckles
Giving sparkle and mystery
A rich tapestry of colour,
Picture of delicacy and grace.
Shared Love.
Give me strength when I am weary
Lift my faith from faithlessness
Oh, let me lie down by peaceful waters
When my soul cries out for a rest.
For I cannot climb another mountain
Or cross another stormy sea
But I won’t ever forget the love that you have shown tome.
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.
A New Beginning
If I could turn the iron gears,
And walk the halls of vanished years,
I’d find the version of myself
Who left the "best of life" on shelves.
I’d stand beside the kitchen chair,
And run my hands through silver hair,
To hear the stories one more time
Before the clocks began their chime.
I’d take back words that cut too deep,
While old regrets are fast asleep,
And choose the path I didn't take,
For every heart I helped to break.
But time is like a river’s flow,
It only learns one way to go.
And if I changed the stormy parts,
I’d lose the map that shaped our hearts.
So, though I dream of "back then" still,
And likely, friend, I always will,
I'll take the lessons time has spun
And live the life that’s just begun.
The Memories of Our Old Home
The house is colder now and so still.
A heavy quiet rests on every sill.
I remembered I reached across the sheets to find your hand,
But only find the space where you would stand.
Your teacup still sits upon the shelf,
A quiet ghost of who you were—yourself.
Knitting was your pride and joy
And Oscar was your charming treat
For all the world to see
I hear your laughter in the doorway draft,
The echoes of the many times we laughed.
The seasons turn, the garden full of bloom,
Yet winter lingers in the lonely room.
Oscar and I walked the paths we used to walk as two,
And every path had memories of you.
Every step I took, I felt alone
All I had was my mobile phone
Your ashes hold so many memories
We will meet again, I’m sure you’ll see.
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 dirty hoodie hides the face
Sleeping in fear upon the needed floor
Where will they 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.
I’m Mad to think that you are gone.
I’m mad to think that you are gone
And that you're dead and lost your will
Because when I look upon my shoulder
You're living with me still
I am aware you feel my tears, and you feel my pain
And see the things I do, but things are not the same
When I think of the forlorn days
I get a quiet taste of pleasure
For in those years, you were always my fondest treasure
For we’re still one, just you and me, one mind, one soul, together
I’m glad you're always by my side to wipe away the tears
In assorted wind and weather
I’m sure one day we will meet again
And we will be together.
My Memory of you.
Your name lingers in the air
And your perfume lingers in the breeze
Memories of you remain intact
Of the years looking back
Life was hard, but together we got through
Even when times were sad and blue
Yet every mountain is hard to climb
Yet thinking things through.
I’m now doing just fine.
Just One More Time
I’d stand beside the kitchen chair,
And run my hands through silver hair,
To hear the stories one more time
Before the clocks began their chime.
I’d take back words that cut too deep,
While old regrets are fast asleep,
And choose the path I didn't take,
For every heart I helped to break.
But time is like a river’s flow,
It only learns one way to go.
And if I changed the stormy parts,
I’d lose the map that shaped our hearts.
So, though I dream of "back then" still,
And likely, friend, I always will,
I'll take the lessons time has spun
And live the life that’s just begun.
1 - Author Sunray Ron
Sunrays Thoughts
I hope you enjoyed your visit to my digital world, where thoughts crystallise into verses and emotions find their expression through carefully chosen words.
Poetry, for me, is the art of capturing fleeting moments in daily life in the way morning light filters through leaves, the echo of a distant memory, or the quiet strength found in solitude. Each poem is an invitation to pause, reflect, and perhaps discover something familiar in the unfamiliar.
These echoes in the wind are my offerings to fellow wanderers—those who seek beauty in the everyday and meaning in the spaces between words.
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