This is dedicated to Miss Carol Young a Vet

from across the garden walls.I hear old loves reveriecalling out to me.Old loves refraincalling out your namefrom a distant rendezvouswith you and only you.The strains of violinslinger on the wind,pulling at my heartstringswhenever I think of you.As the purple shadesof twilight callfrom across the garden walls.Calling out of love againas the wind whispers your name.31…

that we watch for hours beforethe moon and stars appear.We call the afterglow the sunset.The visage of the sun before itgoes to sleep leaving uswith the darkness of the night.We rejoice with silhouetteson the horizon that are darkagainst the setting sun’sextended afterglow of sunset.Romantic dreams extended fingersinto our mind to whatmay lay behind sun’sevening afterglow…

oblivious to the world around me.Thoughts flow freelywithout interruption or distraction.The cone of silencecovers me as an insolationfrom all the worldthat would divert my attentionto things not relevant.24-25 December 2015

for someone buried there.It spoke of love,that would always remain strong,even though the loved one was now gone.It spoke of something lasting,beyond our living days.Tells the story about lovethat never ever fades away.The love that seeds devotion,even after death.That single red rose spoke to me,of all the things, we cherish most,and how much each of…

with a young lady across sea.I told her that I was a vicar,or at least pretend one.My name was Dodgy Dave the Vicar.A little while latershe wrote a poem aptly named,The Vicar Is Quicker.Since then she has writtenquite a number more.I tell her a funny story about me.No sooner do I tell her the storyit…

Gathering for an exhibitionof photographs by someone.The pictures hung on a board,displaying the work done.Everyone shares a viewpointon how the photos were done.I sit and smileas the voices around me chatterin a mêlées of nice conversationindistinguishable from where I sat,but the hands and arm wavingamused me quite a bit..30 May 2008