think I like it
contemplation
think it’s foolish sometimes too
think it’s old-fashioned think it’s dated
think it’s romance think it’s quaint
but you’re never too old to live
as you wish you’d always done
and you’re never too young to feel
that you’re having too much fun
so I tell you again and I’ll tell you once more
these thoughts are worth contemplating
don’t waste your time debating
Filed under Fun, Health, love, Philosophy, Poetry
Here’s a toast to eternal dreams,
the candle bends and flickers,
the gale it chills and lashes,
the night it looms and covers,
the stars they wink upon us,
the moon it watches over,
the glass is almost empty yet oh so full..
The moon says “drink to me in my lofty sky,
drink to her in your mind’s eye,
use me as a tracer light,
seek me as your bearing tonight..
we navigate this starry sea,
we contemplate catastrophe,
yet never failing you and me”
for we have mutual empathy”
I would be the droplet
as it runs down the curve of your silken form
pausing on your nipple
before free-falling into oblivion below
I would be the crisp sheet
as it holds you close through harsh arctic nights
harbouring within your hinterland
accompanying the rhythm of your breast
we all adore the toddler he staggers hopelessly around
we giggle to ourselves when he collapses on the ground
takes the early steps on life’s great marathon today
because the universe won’t have it any other way
it may take precious time up to come to terms with us
and I find you’ve grown up now as everybody does
there are other doors to open don’t you be afraid
there’s no point in dwelling on if we should’ve stayed
and I find myself humming melodies
takes a large wave nowadays to bring me to my knees
if I missed a thankyou then I will beg you please
that we carry on just as we are
that we savour what’s brought us this far
look up and you’ll see me
I’m shooting angel dust from my star
Filed under Health, love, Philosophy, Poetry
when we were young
what I mean by young is
a bit younger than the mirror suggests
we’d get out and play
in the stadiums of world cup heroes
in the fields of imaginary armies
on the tracks of glory
full pelt down the staircase
a bruise was but a badge of pride
when we were kids
we were unafraid of death
it was just a game over message
you could go again
I’ve never been to the moon or walked the stars
I’ve danced in nightclubs, drank in bars
feet firmly on the ground
whilst the earth is turning round
Can you read me?
I’m tripping on the fancy free
re-living all we used to be
and wondering when it all became reality..
Filed under Poetry
Late morning left asunder
room filled with golden wonder
it’s our time to come alive
Turn over roll in clover
Our melt will soon be over
Feel the buzz inside your hive
and I’m sure that we’ve sprinkled the seeds of spring
got an inkling this movement might change everything
she said it’s dark in here
he said it’s normal
she wasn’t feeling well
he said it’s winter
she coughed
he squinted into the encroaching gloom
they didn’t see the dome rat
the dome rat knew they were there
she said let’s go now
he said wait a minute you’re always in a hurry
she said have it your own way
he muttered something vague
she sniffed
he shuffled
the dome rat was silent
the dome rat was at home
she knocked over a tin can
he swore at her
she complained meekly
he laughed at her
she didn’t care
he couldn’t see her
the dome rat could
the dome rat was silent
she sighed and made for the door
he banged around on the drums
she lit a cigarette outside
he asked for a drag
she said let’s go now
he said ok
the dome rat was listening
the dome rat stayed
gifts which are unwrapped
open for all to admire
bring the greatest joy
Thankyou to Ava for nominating me for this award.. I’m touched.. 
I would like to nominate.. Haikudoyou for the next award..
http://haikudoyou.wordpress.com/
down there sparkle lights
invisible high above
the ice winds punish
This is my first attempt at Haiku. I must nod to Chevrefeuille whom I visited online.. and was inspited to try it..
sip your sweet tea in silence ma séductrice
you don’t need to talk now
taste this tender moment with the tip of your tongue
you don’t need to talk now
every time I inch towards deliverance
you don’t need to talk now
enclosed in your cosy cluster of care
you don’t need to talk now
let me sigh
let your shoulders shiver
I won’t leave you here
in a pool of tranquility
I can sense a sea change
in your vulnerability
we don’t need to talk now
