We held each other’s hand
And you kissed me on my lips
Once upon a time
Dolphins find a mate for life
And they make love, just for fun
Inspiration
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Some of this
Less of that
Fear of few
Love of lots
Plenty to give
Thankful to receive
Words that build
Ears that listen
Hearts that sing
Those who laugh
Hands that help
Spirits that soar
Colours that matter
Differences that don’t
Friendship to warm
Music to soothe
Places to see
Those I’ve seen
Paths that meander
patiently trees wait
to praise each glor’ous sunrise
poems on paper
The roof of my house is red.
The blood that gives me life, is red.
My favourite t-shirt is faded – red.
When I close my eyes, I see red.
The past is rusty, and red.
The fire that keeps me warm, is red
She is my life –
She is red.
summer moon lingers
her pale beauty defies blue
peace is delivered
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tide ebbs to the east
the sun climbs towards the west
life is give and take
While the days become short
And the nights much longer,
And my mind digs deeper
And stirs up the mud –
And then clouds my dreams.
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In fitful sleep I’m troubled
And filled with self doubt,
And clinging to straws
And words of kind friends –
And trying to focus on good.
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When dawn fills my eyes
And once again I am calm,
And family stands beside me
And reminds me of fine times –
And the kindnesses we’ve shared.
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I fill my lungs with fresh air
And my heart with their love,
And my mind with sound knowledge
And my hands with hard work –
And go on rejoicing this life.
Spheres to hold water
Straight lines to divide
Curves to seduce
Oblongs to decant
Rectangles to bake
Half circles to serve
Triangles to drink from
And squares from which to eat.
Colours to beguile;
And for further purposes –
Gold to capture the eye
Blue to cool the mild
Green to refresh
Brown to give thanks
To the earth
From whence they came,
To scream of the talent
Of the ancient potter.
To enchant us today
In this world of plastic
And disposable products.
I met a man upon the beach One steamy summer morn'. He was quiet and calm, And as we stood and watched - Another day was born. As the first rays touch our chests I turned to look at him once more. His hair was long, His feet were bare, His robes were wet and worn. He turned to me a gaze that pierced, Then filled me with content. His eyes were deep His face was calm His soul was on display. He invited me to share repast We sat and watched the rising sun - And ate his fish And ate his bread And drank no finer brew. Conversation flowed with ease As if brought upon the gentle breeze We spoke of things That summer dawn Which calmed my jagged mind. I walk that beach now ev'ry day And feel the same sweet peace - As nature flows And the ocean sighs And seabirds eulogise.
Poetry is my aeroplane 