Verse

Well it’s just a typical Sunday evening there’s nothing on the goggle box tho I’m feeling very festive...

When the silence calls
in the form of tears
And the look that you now call the years
...

Squibble, squabbling for their early morning feed,these tiny hungry mouths look desperate indeed..hanging...

Mother Nature’s cycle of her season has turned her weathered wheel once more, she has said farewell to...

When the time comes.....
The wind will howl
as time fades away
The pain that held you...

I am floating at the very end of your kingsize bed every single night as you toss and turn your weary head...

There is a darkness that
lurks deep in my heart
A pain that burns
in my soul
...

My chest is heavy with
the pain it holds
Darkness forms around
me upon this night...

She started to knit a sock with a green ball of wool..knit one row, purl another.. unwinding from the...

Subject of the terrace chant
talk of the studio rant
on the field he never can't
yet...

What does a poet actually look like ? yes I understand what he or she does do.. but I am so flabbergasted...

Yes my lovely Christmas tree, here we go again .. how pretty are your twinkly lights, flickered colours...

Mother Nature’s cycle of her season has turned her weathered wheel once more, she has said farewell to...

Imagine beaches,
each grain of sand a soul,
restless in the wind deserted,
not moving...

The fantabulous feeling that sets a steady course
Through my current vibration
Is glittering...

“Mam’ma will you take me to a local ice skating rink” now then it’s along time since I was on the ice,...

Six years ago there sold a coin, the most expensive ever known;
Collected from around the World,...