Speculative

As this week ventures slowly,
Towards its closing end.
My thoughts again arise,
Of...

Every morning at eight she loves to cluck
Enough to frighten any passing dog or duck
Saves...

Well here I am again at that fabulous fourteen years of age.. in love with life like a lion let loose out...

It is just a little lock of hair but I love it so very much

As I reminisce stroking your long,...

I am pleased with my pleasurable poetic verses
writing about everything that is in my life
...

Go down on one knee and take a selfie,
In its maker; is presented our effigy!
Be humble in...

Though my memory of my childhood days seem to wax and wane

I shall try my utmost to bring my past...

Are we the chosen few and different from the rest?

Our love for creativity must surely be blessed...

Amidst the many mysteries of my muddled up mind

All mixed up and somewhat entangled, but yet still...

Cor blimey!
How times flies
50s, 60s, 70s
Flash before your eyes
Back then...

We laugh.. we cry.. the truth be told, as it is wrong to lie.

Our emotions are expressed every...

Chapter One: Boy meets girl..(How my parents met)..

I am Jill Tait nee’ Dawson and I thought I’d...

I find it hard to live in a world so putrid
without covering my nose
No flowers for comfort...

Upon exiting side door nearest
to our single bedroom
(a few dozen strides to access said way...

Somewhere shuffling amidst my inner imagination

I see a little street urchin, suffering from the...

Twas a chilly morning on September the first, tho one seldom questioned why

Thirty one long days...

Goodbye August with your summer season.. you have left us sprinkles of showery rain showers no doubt for a...