Speculative

“Wake up little ones” I heard Mr. Moon say

When I watched him pop out from the clouds amidst yon...

I can not follow my dreams yet amidst my imagination

I simply close my eyes and drift away amongst...

The year 1952 in the heart of London's East End
To the home of Mrs Morris the law did attend...

He holds his daughters warm, wet hand as she paddles in the muddy puddles, barely old enough to stand...

At the bottom of my garden
In behind an old oak tree
I chanced upon a tiny ring of stones...

Lying through my teeth
"Hooked a big one"
A coral reef.
Arm the barracks!
Storm...

This writer is lost in a world of poetry

Amidst a meandering mind that wanders free

And...

Who paints those seasonal sunsets and sunrises?

Sensationally splattering shades of scarlet and...

One solitary drop of rain slowly dripping down my window pain

Running betwixt a little rapid...

I stretch my neck curiously scrutinising the stormy sky

As I see seven black birds of prey...

She sells her shells to a seaside shop

She keeps some shells for herself

She polishes and...

Haha once more I am thinking poetically beyond my sleep

Teehee I suppose it makes a pleasant...

I am taking my master out for a walk coz he needs some exercise

Huh tho I have grabbed my long...

Through the vicissitudes of a life rife with lonely wanting
My path lit from a spiritual place,...

Candles are cheerfully glowing thru the windows shining bright
Such a welcoming invitation
...

Count your blessings name them one by one, yet only one seems boring so when that is done
Count one...

Listen to the lullaby of that gentle blowing breeze

Silently shushing honey bees buzzing in those...