Narrative

She is an angel
But on her wings
Are heavy chains

Daughter of light
Living in...

She blows her plastic bubble stick
There’s tiny bubbles everywhere
Floating thru the...

You know that feeling when you need to escape
Maybe to a beach or to admire the landscape
...

From New Zealand to the Netherlands the terrorists are back
Countries around the world in fear of...

She is only sweet sixteen
So pure as a fragrant red rose
Unawareness of her future
...

I’ve seen the day when a weekly food shop was simply a mere walk in the park
You may wonder where...

It should be the last feeling
In view of whats been done.
But is it the first stage of...

...so who do I look up to now? Where is the model that I can emulate? I am almost an only child in a world...

I am an aging Anarchist
A spiritualist
And a punk
I am a hippy say some
Be as...

People strive so hard for perfection
Yet I am content being flawed
Because there is nothing...

Wowzers,cor blimey and flipping heck
Returned from a whirlwind weekend in Czech
Prague on...

I am a Fisherman’s daughter
My Father sailed long hours out at sea
This was bygone years ago...

Your English; vast
But you present it easy
I look it at interestingly
But I dearth in...

Roses are red. Violets are blue.
Wait, blue cannot possibly be a violet’s true hue!

Are...

When we built the machine
out of rubber bands
and impractical dreams

so pleased were...

Shaded from the canvas of the tall old oak tree
I paused for a moment to listen & see

...

I found a little box
As I strolled along the golden sand
Something square & silver...