Always

I shall not lie upon that wayside, I will rise up from my fall

Before our good Lord up above sends...

Just sat in a waiting room biding my time

Tapping text on my iphone penning poetry with rhyme...

One’s real good friends are like that favourite book

They are never that far away if you care to...

I don’t ask why I can hear sweetly singing birds, as another brand new day is dawning

As that big...

A poetess with a pen in her hand weaving wordplay within her wonderland, she is holding her wand of...

As I sit with the notebook on my mobile phone..sat staring into oblivion totally alone

My mobile...

In this neighborhood and many more
Many haven't been out
All we know, the same people
...

To see how many miles I've walked or flown
I really must look at my phone
How do I...

We writer’s never ever rest, tho are our active minds a pest?

Learning lyrics from songs unsung,...

I adore my memories
I can always go back there
When I am lost in my thought
With...

Strong tobacco engulfs the air as they blow smoke rings in the dark

Whilst one lights up another...

For Those Who Would Love Light

She is more than a
tumble of words
is my lady .....

I dwell amongst dictionaries for what my soul does desire, as I dig and delve amidst dreaminess I set my...

Golden brown was the bubbling brook, when I watched the river run

Shimmering streaks of spangled...

I rhyme with my reasoning, when I rhythm my flow

Coz I prefer the matching sounds as I pen as I go...

She is a worrier about worriment as she worries everyday

Her anxieties of agonising, apprehension...

I am bobbing along on a blustery breeze that is boisterously blowing

Ducking and diving whilst...