The stream (all workshops)
when it rejoices
the sky brightens the drear hearts
with blessings and cheerful smiles
even when it cries
it showers the thirsty earth,
sometimes it rains frogs
A CHILDREN'S BOOK
I never did understand
the angry silence
that took away your love
or the beatings
that made no sense
to a senstive and innocent soul.
the wounds bled deep
and linger still in a heart
grown old.
A hanged about monkey was almost caught
Lost its tail in the precarious moment
Suggested others should cut their tails too
To thwart efforts of their subjugators
It was so on a Sunday afternoon
I drove into a road covered with flood
A woman whose car conked out right in
Called out that I should switch my engine off
If I’d listened to the redolent voice
With water into the exhaust conduit
The auto would not have started again
Like her, paid Area-boys to push me out
The rise and fall of notes
enhanced by lyrical quotes
not all genres float my boat
its a certain beat
that gets me tapping my feet
out of my seat
like minds to meet
Choice of music
can have a motive
just 'cos its emotive
many a romeo
chooses disco
shown his moves
to get her in the groove
Whatever music you choose
pop, country or the blues
it can be a great muse
accompany you when your down
or pick-u-up, remove your frown
Hush a lullabysoothe and sway
Held here now in soft afterglow of day
A smoky spirit coils dreamily about
Hushh a lullaby
Your whispering angel leads you gently out.
I sigh a melancholy smile as I watch you melt away
Too young for the darkness
Too precious to end the day
I falter as you leave, want to keep you for my life
But the subtle wisdom of angels knows more than earthly sight.
I wear red shirts now
Not black
Sometimes
I comb my hair
And tie it back
White roots show
I still smell of darkness
And the crow
The website was called sugar daddy.com
The strangest of websites to type in
Ancient hopefuls looking for some
Immature females who'd ripen
Pig eyed and wrinkled in denim or jeans
With so much loot to give
Waiting to pay some silly young girl ,
Who needs the money to live
Why go to uni ?why get a degree?
Sugar daddy.com exists
It's much better than a salary
When dollars are clutched in their fist
I've visited the distant sea
and walked its briny sandy shore
as seagulls seemed to call to me
above the breakers' ceaseless roar.
They'd fly ashore at the first light
as if some fabled far side land,
a land beyond both ken and sight,
had sent them to this beach's strand.
Then they'd leave and fly beyond
the far horizon's misty end
as if upholding some strange bond.
They'd glide away on evening's wind.
paisley print
sunflower smile
sat alongside
a leopard that ate parsley
paw in hand
waiting on the sand
for flying fish
to skip upon
cobalt banners
as lazy breezes
pan-fluted recollections
of this Iberian summer
The truth of my existence
was in my father's eyes,
he loved me with his whole heart
in between tying his ties.
The fight for my existence
was within my siblng's reach;
I vastly underrated their
abilities to teach.
The aire of my existence
was urged along by friends,
taking me down pathways
that taught me of the trends.
The light of my existence
lives in my mother's eyes;
she loves me unconditionally
when I let her down, she cries.
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