March 19, 2018 at 10:05 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

If you are a sunset
I’ll stand by my easel
Watching in wonder
as you paint the air.

If you are a rainbow
I’ll follow your glory
Skip with your silken thread
Dance in your hair.

If you are the moonlight
I’ll whisper your pathway
Howl to your melody
Bow to your prayer.

If you are my mentor
My sweetheart, my friend
I’ll know that true beauty
is your tender care.


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Snow Cat

March 18, 2018 at 7:37 pm (Poems) (, , , )

A cat glances through the dusk at snowflake-
beasties teasing past her shallow window slumber.
Catching the flakes in a fish eye’d
dream frenzy, she
eats the tamed indoor air and almost
falls from her winter seat.

Gathering composure,
her body arcs and she glides
into the kitchen to investigate,
jumping effortlessly onto forbidden
kitchen surfaces,
looking for amusement more than

Now bored and restless from a day
on window watch,
perhaps, she thinks, I will venture out.
Quietly does it through the flap,
risking the cold, ears flattening;
she picks her way down the hidden path
then onto the gate, snow melting
under her warm belly.

Very soon she returns to the house,
walking in her own deep pawprints,
exonerated from hunting duties,
yearning for a cosy blanket;
zest for comfort supplanting other instincts.

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Finding Calm

March 16, 2018 at 8:53 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Calm lives behind the wires
Breathing slow and even
Aware, still and easy.

Calm lives behind the wires
Breathing slow and even
Calm lives behind the wires.

Aware, still and easy
Always in and waiting
Breathing slow and even

Unplug animosity, fear, anxiety
and you may find Calm:
Aware, still and easy.

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Running Out

March 15, 2018 at 7:50 am (Poems) (, , , )

Gas is running out. Coal is

running out. Patience is exhausted.

Sage is just an antiquated word,

and thyme moves on inexoriably.

When beauty becomes the name of a blurred remembering

Beyond the helping hand of hearing aids and spectacles

I will run out into the street like a lost toddler

Screaming to be reconnected.

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Mattress ditty (sung to a tune that fits snuggly)

March 14, 2018 at 8:44 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

We have a new matteress in our house

It’s six feet long, and widee

No hope of us ever amoving it cuz

It’s made of lead insidee

Delivery men in a terrible rush

Have dumped it in the doorway

We cunna get past and it dussena push

We’ll have to sleep in the hallway!

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Tea Leave

January 9, 2018 at 8:48 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

In tepid drink devoid of taste,
the third today I’ll lay to waste
A ring of tannin has foretold
I’ll not sup tea as I grow old.

In small white cups you fill with brown,
Beneath the rim, and halfway down,
Lurk furtive creatures made of burp,
That bite the lips of those who slurp.

So pour it out and wash the cup
But fetch no more, I’ve given up:
A ring of tannin has foretold
I’ll not sup tea as I grow old.

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Left over

January 7, 2018 at 7:17 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

Left over from the grand affair

She hangs around the empty plates
Hidden in makeup and glossy hair

Left over from the grand affair

Pretending that she doesn’t care
Waiting while the fear abates

Left over from the grand affair
She hangs around the empty plates.

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December 13, 2017 at 4:01 pm (Poems) ()

Breath in harmony
Politics is idle chat
But our souls are strong.

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Snow Ghost

December 10, 2017 at 5:27 pm (Poems) (, )

Behind the softest shift of snow
Beneath the winter weather
Beyond the places people go

There treads a pretty little girl
With hair of white and sparkles
And slippered feet, and hair a-curl

Then quietly stands and waves at me
That little ghost, upon my word
A friendly face you too may see

When snowflakes cover up the world.

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Christmas Homecoming

December 5, 2017 at 9:54 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I reached here earlier today,
lit our fire to guide you homeward,
I built it bright and warmly wait
The return of your footfall.

Amongst Christmas preparations
In the twilight of a year
We’ll kiss beneath the mistletoe wreath
Hang holly in the hall.

This Christmas birth, twelve days of love
One tree, one Angel dear
Our family’s arms, our human forms
One day when heaven calls.

Come in, come on, come Christmas,
How sweet the choir draws near,
How we’ll embrace and feel the grace
And learn to love us all.

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