There are good days,

adding to all the fragrancesthat are already there.It’s summer againand every flower’s leafis soaking up the sun,enjoying the warming raysfor another day.Tomorrow it might rainand they’ll have a longand cool refreshing drink,but for today, the sunshineis warm to the touchbrining smiling facesto all who enjoy it there.7 February 2008

that bloodsucking fiendor a creature like that.Protruding fangs and bite in the neck,but they are not the only bloodsuckers around.You sit there in a line waiting to be called.The room is sterile and not what you would expectfrom the home of a twenty first century vampire.You feel a bit queasyand wonder if it will hurt.You…

you will find a silver-tongued devilwho will talk you into partingwith your hard earnt cash.They’ll promise you thingsyou have always thirsted for,but only at a priceand once they have you hooked,they will try and entice you moreat an additional costand so it goes on and onuntil you are broke or get wise,then the silver-tongued deviljust…

with warm and tender kisses,and arms and hands filledwith caresses.Each day there are lovers,whose lips must touch,and where bodiesmeet with fondnessas loving should be.So for the romantic lovers,let us make it a special day,one to remember,in case in the future,this mean ole world, should take one of us away.9 June 2007

a wanderlust begottenis anyone there.Shadows like monstersfrom a different agecrouch in the cornersin a closing day’s page.Shadows of movingshadows of stillshadows of beingand buildings fill.In door and alleyway,they multiplyin wait to enshroudthe closing hours.7 January 1979

away from the worldand its daily grind.Sitting and letting your mindstretch to freedomand new universes find.We can reach outfor any star we choose,enlighten our world with knowledgethat comes from an inner truth.Just sitting and ponderingas the world goes on by,soaking up the thingslike a coral sponge.Making the road more tangiblefor the day when we have…

largely outnumbered fought the German forcesin the first major engagement at Mons.Despite suffering large casualtiesthey managed to push the Germans back,but now they were out flankedand a retreat was ordered.Slowly they moved back towardsthe safety of their own lines still fighting in retreat.An eerie silence fell over the carnage,looking back several of us were astonishedto…

It was over forty years agowhen I first met her.I had barely left my teens.She was older than me;in fact, she was a friend’s mother.Divorce had left her lonelywith three sons to bring up.Life was not easy,not much time to herself.Slowly after meeting her,a friendship between us grew.To make her life sustainableI took her outfrom…

sheltering under their scornful gazeas night passes through to day.Where the robbers of my soulstand in mocking linewith claws that slashthe moments memories in time.As darkness enraptures the nightthe demons returnto the canopy of broken bonesto stare their scornful gazeat my paradise lostin the thunder of tormented yells.

and we are not sure the best way to do it.Our confession is not a sinthough there are thosewho believe it may be so.Mine is a habitI acquired a long, long time ago.I have tried many times to break itand each time I have been unsuccessful.That doesn’t mean I am giving upwithout ever trying again.It…

when my travellinghas long gone.When the wanderlusthas left my souland I will return home.Too many days on the roadbrings loneliness to my heartand all I can think ofis that warming place called home.The comfort of an open firewhen the winter winds blow;the loving company of my familywhom I miss with every day,one day I will…

to keep things out,other timeswe build fencesto keep things we treasure in.19 February 2008