And from my window I can see So many things that call to me Trees and shrubs, spring flowers are there Birds are darting everywhere Busy nesting come what may From dawn until the end of day And from my window I can see The ocean and it calls to me Waves breaking gently…
what does it matter come the day it’s only chatter what they say she’s had her life, she’s old and grey mad as a hatter anyway she turns her head with with muted cry to hear these words as they pass by she knows how fast the years can fly how all lifes plans can…
you’ve gotta kiss a lot of toads before you find your prince you’re gonna write a load of dross read lines that make you wince but there’ll come a time (one hopes) some day beyond the clatter and croaking of false frogs and toads you’ll find some words that matter
they said you can’t do it that did it for me the rest is history
it’s time to move he says can’t have you falling down the stairs at every chance you get attention seeking our home is perfection she says looking out over the ocean other houses hidden from view and no barking dogs but they start looking anyway at hutches and rabbit warrens neighbours within spitting distance as…
skinny women look cold my pa always said – for warming the bed man needs buxom instead, somehow that has always cheered me up considerable
Armageddon activates annihilation awaits – are any attending? alarming arrays and arresting affrays autocrats amending as angels accord an acrid award – ashes are ascending
a layer of cobwebs sticks to my fingers like candy floss but does not taste of strawberry sitting stale and bitter on my tongue yet cannot be swept aside a patina develops on surfaces reflecting only blurred images the true grain of the wood is lost polishing no longer an option cobwebs gather
Description Nasty Accident Drugs Not Alcohol Driver Not Answering Definitely Not Alive Damned Nuisance Actually Damage Needs Assessment Definitely Needing Autopsy Dreadful Nightmare All round
only gods may breathe that bright air beyond the stars mortals are denied
I watched alone by sunlit edge of pond and meadow touching hands those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled gold dessication incomplete while water ruffling to shore beneath bowed willows’ trailing arms pushed tender shards of russet brown to curl contentedly in reeds no harsh sounds to be heard that day for everything seemed hushed…
these days there is a shadow on my heart a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed such sadness from this time we’ve been apart and memories of times when we were blessed no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night your warmth no longer felt here at my side without your arms to hold…