Oldie It was before the daffodil peeped from her sheaf of green And long before the honey-bees awoke their sleeping queen. Months before the swallows came, where are the swallows now? And apple-blossom clustered pink along each slender bough. It was a girl just like the wind, she seemed to pass my... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
One Time How we with secret longing lay, Smoulders my heart though all should fail, How couched we lightly in the hay, Leapt with the hare all down the vale. Plucked cuckoo-flowers and walked mid dreams Each moment each a sweet surprise, Walked on and on into moonbeams; There was no time to grow too... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Stand up and be counted. Goodness I thought I was Immune. I give all men a warning, I know I cannot play a tune. Or even stroke the old catgut. But alas I can still dream and that is mighty tough. Maybe I can just hear you tut, that's just good enough. Of course I am quite harmless, I simple seem to... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Now The night has turned to velvet The pith is torn apart Can or will this time forget the yearning of the heart. This bud struck in the warmth of night searches so eagerly. As though there is a chance it might become what it could be. Rap on the door of every cell Let the frozen flower beget Its... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Sweetie Hello my name is Mr Sweetie and I'm not really what I seem. It is quite interesting in a way; in fact I am the result of a dream. This nice young lady had a way of thinking about me mostly at night. It began rather vaguely and progressed delightfully until she met Mr Right. I must be... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Good Knight. As close this door I suppose it will be after My presence is frosted, I am exhausted, and there is no laughter. I wonder If under your breath you saying. You are finished, diminished and I am not playing. I'll just take your stack of sentiments back to the cleaner. To leave them... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
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Thursday, March 12, 2015
Ginger bread man. I take Scotch straight It is the milk of bovine day When night calves down And licks my salt away I know the eyes That see through me are blind. 0 The tears that fall Will make me feel unkind. I fear the sprinkle of red hair. I feel the sadness of the tear. I strike a match 00 To... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Artist. He has the ability to allow his thoughts to dry On a white surface. I watch he becomes seated I follow his eye. it soaks up the meadow grass and a reclining form. She is not his; he loses this memory and searches in warm colours. She cannot be taken easily she must rest innocently. She will... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Once I walked through the bleak night and the bleaker day. The trees were in bloom pink petals fluttering in sunlight. All I could see was the centre of a dark night And I knew that I had to push forward and stand before the abyss. Past the singing birds, the laughter of children and the swish of... Sign in to see full entry.