There’s a little voice that thinks I am mad.. “Why must I write?” as I pickup my pen on this Monday night...
I love our Mother Earth she is my serendipity, coz I never, ever have to hunt very hard to seek out her...
I will always be with you in your moment of need, and I shall prompt you from eating any extras before it...
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Oh brilliance and beauty is surely the stateliness of a swan..
As I stood awe-inspired standing...
And so she lived and so she died, Her story has never been told. Until now I'll be your guide...
Michael rowed his wooden boat south westerly across the briney shore
Whilst merman chased those...
That upright book that stands amidst the library shelf needless to say, reminds me just a little bit of...
I climb cobwebs betwixt the corners of my mindfulness as I pen my poem for you
Subconsciously...
Will we ever go back to what it was like before? when one and all would come to see us walking through our...
If I ever go ‘gaga’ and completely around the bend..when those eyes show no emotion and I do not...
Yes you can watch me sitting with my pen in my hand but “Shhh” do not say a single word, coz alas I will...
Que sera sera and whatever will come what may, but can this cruel Coronavirus carry on ever go away ?...
As I replenish my bird feeder they are watching me from the trees.. and I stand with the rain lashing down...
Signified birth of our second bundle of joy whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt the missus...
There’s a rustling on the riverbank as I rest upon the water’s edge
I tingle my bare toes dangling...
If blossoms bloomed forevermore and never, ever died
I would plant them on your grassy grave and...
I am a writer and I long for THAT appreciation
So be it..even if it is only just a compliment when...