a wanderer of the freeways in the sky
alone above stilled landscapes
it glides on snow coloured wings
a messenger of a newborn day.
8 February 1982
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Welcome to my world
Welcome to my worldbuilt for you and me.You open the doorand a welcome waits just for you,a warm drink and a friendly chat.Welcome to my worldfilled with love and care.If you lose, your waythere is a candle in the windowwelcoming anyoneto stop and come in.Welcome to my worldwhere the only tears you will shedwill be…
I hear violins playing
I hear you calling out my name.Life seems to be flown on angel wingsespecially when old love calls for a fling.The music in the backgroundremonstrates loves rhapsody,and we are capturedto fly again on angel wings.30 April 2008
Love is
when you get home every night.Love isThe caring that comeswith every day and every year.Love isThe never letting goeven when times are tough.Love isThe opposite to hateand lasts a lot longer.Love isThe passionin which we live our lives.Love isThe growing oldtogether as one.
Sitting in the early morning silence
the approaching days gloom.That time when the mindhas a chance to run free.The early morning silencewhen no one is around.The intrusive world has notinvaded our space with idle chatterfrom sources that surround usmaking up our daily lives.The early morning silencewe need to activate our mind.You sit in the darknessjust before the dawn appearsenjoying the solitary…
The heart shaped card with pretty words
Is there because the poor old manKnows if the old lady doesn’t get oneShe’ll box his blinkin’ ears9 February 1992Author’s Note:This little poem was read out on radio between 10 February and 13 February and won a box of heart shaped chocolates for my lady fair.
Love flew by me
left me stranded and aloneon the island of my dreams.I looked at the forlorn skythe question why in my mindwhile the answers disappearedinto tomorrows prevailing winds.21 November 2009
with rod in hand,
and line in water,
trying to catch the rainbow,
with its pot of gold.
His line of silver thread,
strung out and invisible,
against the water,
holds the magic of the world,
forgotten by mortal command.
Here we see a dragonfly,
of rainbow colours glide,
inches above the waters,
of the silver lake of dreams.
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With majestic of old,
with sadness of the suburbsand sorrow of povertyI walk in the blindness of the quietwith mute expressionthat reflects misgiving.With the world in darkest despairI breathe in smoke filled airthen against a background of black,I slowly fight the fantasy for fact,but the battle is a long onewith sorrow on either sideand until it’s won, I must…
After the snow, comes the rain
revealing all that it concealedthe greenery and the unsightly feel.Gone is the beauty the snow brought,the silence and our quiet lot.Back to the hustle and bustlethat dominate our lives.Disappeared that slow paceupon our lives the snow did grace.16 January 2010
Within the silver shadows
waiting patiently for usto find the key and then set them free.Dreams of love everlastingto last us through our days,dreams of happiness for evermore,to let us smile through our life’s troubles.They lay within the silver shadowslocked away in the recesses of our mind,those golden dreams we dream aboutfrom time to time.The meandering wasteland,within our shell…
Into the world of dreams
my mind drifts where my subconscious guides.Into the depths of hell,then to the heights of heaven,finally settling on a levitationof the planes in between.With its shapeless figures that filland can appear and disappear at will.The ghostly figures that drift across my mindin this place where the object is no time.My mind finds a solemn peace…
I wonder where I am going
I wonder which new roadsI will have travel downbefore I get back here again.My life is such a mysteryfrom dawn to dusk,and I wonder if everI will find the placewhere I will truly belong.I am a traveller of the roadsnever calling anywhere my home,but I keep looking forthe right heart on the right roadand a…