It warms the room
and the person sitting there.
He stands by the window
looking out at the world
with joyous voices
hailing summer fair.
All the flowers
in the garden
sparkle the day
with colour there.
There are no tears
of sorrow,
only laughter and joy
knowing summer is here.
The world seems alive
with song and colours
coming from here and there
now that summer is here.
The throes that winter brought
have vanished with the sun.
Little birds greet each morning
with the waking of the sun.
as the sun rises to kisseach dew-laden petal.We are like love’s flowermy love and Ias we kiss underthe moon’s watchful eye.17 July 2010
within our memory store.We think of one thingand our memory links us to anotherthat may have happened years before.We sit for a few minutesas our memory takes us on a tripthrough the corridorsof our childhood many years before.We remember momentsthat delighted us at the timebefore growing uptook those pleasures away.Each memory hold a precious momentwe…
in the tropics somewhere.Sitting under a palm treewith a beautiful woman under your arm,alone just the two of youwithout a care in the world.Sitting there watching the sunslip out of the sky in the westand the moon slowly climbing in the east.If only this was reality,but it is nice to dream at least.5 July 2007
but all they could see,was me popping in and out,like a jack-in-the-box.One minute I was there,the next I was gone.Like the magician’s magic,of now you see me,now you don’t.Have you ever tried,to hold a conversation?Ooops I’ve popped out and in again.My eyes are going perpendicular,watching myself disappear,and moments later reappear,with a message hanging in midair.The…
The decisions makers huddleAnyone who questions themReceives double talk and gibberish in returnAlways ending that, we are right you knowContinuous GovernmentsFeed the masses with pork piesThose silly stump holesDon’t seem to realiseThe majority of the massesSee through their thin disguiseIf they were to seeWhat the masses seeMaybe their decisions might changeMaking it easier to liveAnd…
that store the essence of our time.On odd occasions,they unlock their barrierand set some of our time free.Things of what we’ve half-forgotten,voices that we’ve heard from long ago,love we’ve had and lost.Times we wanted to remember,but were lost from our memorythat have been storeddeep within the recesses of our mind.11 June 2008
