There's no sophistication in the raw life of men
the ****** birthing pain of entering our den
enduring all emotions and ******* turbulence
there's no sophistication in War rememberance

There's no sophistication in being up the junction
innocently learning basic ****** function
the youthful years pretending none of it exists
the sophisticated people with whom we pit our wits

There's no sophistication in the finality of death
the worn out decrepit bodies of the elderly in debt
wasted starving africans and third world poverty
there's no sophistication in no liberty or money

Do why do we pretend that all is hunky dory
sophisticated society is a glory story?
can't we be honest, and support our neighbour
or are we too sophisticated for human behaviour

Wondrous Love

Our love is as solid as the ancient rocks Stonehenge
Strong and as long as the Golden Gate Bridge Extends
Romantic as the sparkling Aurora Borealis lights
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, held tight like stalactites

Our love can move Everest, make the Pisa tower lean
Spiritual and earnest, as Jerusalem's serene
Occasionally a fight in Rome's Colosseum
Woeful regrets laid bare in Tutankhamen's museum

Our love is impenetrable like the Great Wall of China
Shiny like the Pyramids, there is nothing finer
Deserving of a shrine at the foot of Temple Artemus
Polar Ice caps could never melt our ambient musk

Our love is higher than the Empire State can tower
A jewel within the crown of the Taj Mahal's power
Colourful as the Barrier Reef, the love we feel inside
Grander than the Canyon and deeper than it is wide

Eye of bat and bowels of mice
Mixed into a cauldron cold as ice
Claw of rabbit, tooth of goat
Stir with a tale of a smelly stoat

Add two pints of stale perfume
Two rats whiskers and an ounce of misfortune
Ignite the mixture with a match
And burn it down to blackened ash

Gather the ashes and grind to powder
Add some Arsenic to make a chowder
Invite your enemies round for luncheon
No need to bludgeon with a truncheon

Sit back and watch the final show
Love your friends and **** all foe
This witches brew should do the trick
If they don't die they'll all be sick

A safe haven
an English town
a solid rock of calm
a rose within the madding crowds
with charismatic charm
this peaceful soil is fuelled
by spanish working men
where traditional English rule
calls us back again
a monkey's retreat
where wild habits prevail
a comfortable seat
with an occasional gale
a land of Britishness
spells safety in it's shores
reliability and steadiness
oozing from it's pores

The Pals battalion,
Young soldiers of nineteen,
The total death toll reached a million,
On the Somme in nineteen-sixteen.

The men in splendid spirits,
There was optimism in the ranks,
With co-op bombs and bayonets,
Gathered on the sunny banks.        

The first bombs fell on Picardy,
Now they stood in lines to push,
They will annihilate the enemy,
No need to charge or rush.

But the German men were ready,
Their intelligence was good,
They knew about the enemy,
Their intention understood.

Our men walked into open fire,
So many lives they stole.
Shot and maimed before the wire
On their gentle morning stroll.

Bodies crushed in defeat,
In a field of flying lead,
Soldiers dropped to their feet,
Leaving many dead.

The slaughter would not stop,
In this futile ****** game,
All deserters would to be shot,
The only gain was being maimed.

Battle planning was inferior,
Senseless death was inhumane,
In the carnage and hysteria,
On the pretty red poppy plane.

Three
people  in
this  void, all
will  be  annoyed,
one  is  in  the  dark,
two  hold  secrets  that
are  cold,  three  will  be  in
pieces,  one  wears  a
blind fold, two have
been cheating,
all    parties
have been
sold.

An invite to a posh party
can't wait to meet old friends
dusting off my old high heels
not used to fashion trends

Hair in an up-do
wearing my Tesco dress
lipstick matching manicure
looking my very best

There are lawyers and barristers
doctors and millionaires
I look around into the crowd
catching all their stares

Wow it's been so long
since we saw your face
shaking hands and smiling
and accepting their embrace

I noticed one of the faces
an old flame from the past
he looked me up and down
his approval I surpassed

I think we can rekindled
our love may start anew
six years on we're going strong
the rest can join the queue

Dissolving trust to dust
Evading truthful reality
Cheating and mistrust
Eroding all integrity
Illusion of being a friend
Treacherously condescends

Sing to your daughters
read Sonnets out aloud
encourage love and laugher
so they stand out from the crowd

Instil a sense of fun
tempered with the wisest words
let them free to run
and appreciate the birds

Give them the building blocks
to aspire to great heights
teach the importance
of learning from hindsight

A woman's intuition
has a very special power
involving attentiveness
to every single hour

Melting the hearts
of everyone around
educated ladies
cleverly astound

Give them a guiding hand
light their journey along the way
be their solid rock
and by your side they'll always stay

Defiant is your heartfelt rhyme
it can be heard towing the line
crooked memories beat a drum
open the door, let truth come

For this tale is bold and cold
let others learn from this story told
years of grudges held in minds
decaying love in modern times

No sorry was ever read or said
regret or sorrow of the dead
in life they lived in persecution
never wanting resolution

Until one day the visits stopped
no more humble pie in ***
silence was the biggest noise
cutting ties and leaving toys

Firmly closing doors for good
on all the bad rotting wood
fleeing intimidating jibes
instead was drawn to happy times

Years passed by and families grew
as they moved to pastures new
never turning back the clock
or hatching any vengeful plot

A thorn was poking into wounds
was never cleaned, certainly doomed
death ended much of bitterness
forgotten words in wilderness

Never let a ****** bitter feud
fester for years, like cud chewed
always burry hatchets deep
and save our souls for peaceful sleep

You undo me,
expose my fleshy wounds,
open up defences,
as I idly swoon.

Suspended by desire,
my breath is holding still,
ignite inside a fire,
burning at your will.

Vulnerable and naked,
walk into my heart,
embedded there's an arrow,
a piercing cupid's dart.

Dudley, a black country town
the birthplace of the industrial revolution
where foundries thumped
and coal and limestone pumped
A ghost town ****** dry
by Merry Hill
a commercial giant
treading on local enterprise
killing it's trader's hope
until they couldn't cope
John Dudley from his grave turned
as his castle was raised to the ground
by parliamentarians in a coup
a ruin, now turned into a zoo!
A suffering town screaming for survival
not taking a nap for a place on the map
The home of Aynuk and Ayli
mythical characters who *****
in famed colloquial dialect kitsch
The museum packed with bold
black country tales
from glass blowing bubble
to blacksmith's trouble
The ayle, the doorstep sarni's
cow pies and canal barges
Salt of the earth men
who often pen
poems from their working class den
A concrete town
grey, dank into practicality sank
but if you get the chance to meet
any of the inhabitants
you'll be in for a treat
as the warmth in their hearts
will melt any thoughts of revolution
and cleanse your soul
of all pollution.

Walking in my favourite nook
damp dead wood is under foot
bluebells in my ideal dell
honeysuckle makes my nostrils swell

Rose wood cones from cedar trees
the flies, the moths, and the bees
summer brings a happy breeze
pollen flying makes me wheeze

The Chaffinch sings his pretty song
harmonised melodies for the throng
twinkling trees of summer sun
woodpeckers beckon me to come

Berries plump and juicy ripe
fragrant herbs of every type
the heat beats down upon my head
further into the dell I'm lead

A rabbit burrowing out of sight
the ants are marching to their fight
dragonflies gracefully float
beetles plod and termites gloat

Breathing freely smells of old
wild Gardenia white and bold
lush green foliage everywhere
the nook is home to many there

Sweet wild baby's breath in rows
decor bordering the hedgerows
my country walk exhilarating
this July day is scintillating

I'm filled with essences of the Summer
being here is such an honour
taking stock of delightful days
before the long cold Winter phase

Ignite the sparkling fire in you
never doubt it's existence
a spirit vibrant shining through
with a cast iron resilience

Bring forth all fervour
strike a chord, stand by beliefs
state case and cause
don't hold back........release

Don't let vigour die in prime
ignore the critics lousy rhyme
allow your soul to sound it's chime
ring aloud to have it's time

Don't dim your ray, go have your say
let you be you and sod the crew
fight bullish men who stamp on stars
with iron rods and steel clad bars

Strong fires are hard to douse with words
a will so strong, no man can hurt
the flame of passion resolute
a challenge to any brute

A vibrant spirit shining through
with cast iron resilience
ignites a sparkling fire in you
never doubting it's existence

Take a little bit of heaven
and a peaceful dove
take away the heartache
and fill your heart with love
never sanction deeds
you may regret
as you'll show the world
and it will not forget
a legacy has a tendancy
to repeat itself
and increase in it's intensity
nurtured in it's stealth
growing like a plague
if it is not pure
never relenting in it's rage
destroying in it's cure
everything you cherish
will become depleted
gone forever in a flash
never to be repeated
take a little bit of heaven
and a peaceful dove
take away the heartache
and fill your heart with love
all actions have a consequence
there is nowhere to hide
when you meet your maker
no pride will abide

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
the outlook, heavy rain, and I'd been misunderstood
tears stained my cheeks, I couldn't stop the flow
all seemed lost in argument, I didn't want to go.

So I walk, my mind buzzing with words unspoken
ringing in my ears, promises I thought were broken
everything unclear and totally confused
finding a solution, as my temper fumed.

Treading steps in darkness, not knowing where to go
fusing words together, and piecing what I know
a future ****** by actions in a fit of peak
searching through the remnants left me feeling weak.

I turned, and started walking back
feeling much calmer after searching through the facts
loving someone else much more than yourself
can be consequentially detrimental to your health.

My walk, the air cleared away the pain
my subsiding temper had dried up all the rain
losing what we'd worked for was a heavy price to pay
my therapeutic walk was designed to find my way.

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
seeing much more clearly now, we both misunderstood
dried my tears realised that both of us were wrong
my footsteps quickened, as I knew where I belonged.

Lift my legs off terra firma
float them on the sea
sail my heart on open water
let my spirit free

Sailing on a course to charter
yacht leaving the quay
strongly in a breeze it caught her
drifting westerly

Waves splashing over bow
racing in the stream
tacking into winds somehow
steady is the beam

Clinging to her now
we are becoming one
freedom reigns supreme
embracing and it's fun

Foaming trail behind
like icing on a knife
smoothly swaying by
in this wonderful life

Don't let this feeling end
no docking is for me
continue with the sail
let my feet stay on the sea

He didn't like what he'd become
pretence filled his soul
wanted to be someone else
reality left him cold

He never owned a problem
blamed everything on others
always hiding in shame
cowering under covers

Learning to manipulate
wanted the advantage
his veins filled with hate
often with a bloodied leakage

Grievances held years
spewing out in fjords
causing many others tears
on hurting he would gorge

Until one day his actions
were brought to book
when he lost his only son
this forever change his look

Bitterness ran rife within
no stone remained unturned
a shrivelled heart left bleeding
was what his actions earned

The life resplendent in my womb
of promise for the future
bringing life from it's cocoon
a path which I shall feature

Genes live on in veins of babes
continue to replicate
since we started out in caves
mortality does placate

A seed to plant and see it grow
the reason we came to call
rebuff this path and die you shall
there will be no rolling ball

A Promise of a future
resplendent in my womb
where I shall surely feature
breaking out of my cocoon

Paint will bring the colour
the brush defines the stroke
the edges of the picture
are the borders I provoke

Step inside a world
of golden honeyed syrup
a sweet array of memories
of lives contained within it

A photo full of laughter
scenes of purity are cast
a family close together
a connection built to last

A unit self contained
a uniquely crafted web
filled with happy times
is all that can be said

The mountain piercing through the cloud
warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
this mordant hidden clock

Dormant and alone
she clutches to the centre
inhabitants understand her goal
she is no longer their tormenter

Rugged and timeless the mount appears
exuding a natural calm
serene are the sweet tears
as if she's reading psalms

From my silvery bird I see her
beckoning me from the skies
her message is very clear
never telling any lies

The landmark I have come to love
promising many leisures
the people, the life, I see above
exulting many treasures

Landing I know I am home
reunited with mount Tiede
never leaving her alone
her tentacles always find me

Piercing through fluffy cloud
a warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
a mordant hidden clock

Dormant and alone it sleeps
inhabitants believe it's vow
promising not to leak
his secret lava pow

Like a lover who's been forsaken
patiently holds his burn
his heart remains unbroken
knowing I will return

From my silvery bird I see him
beckoning from the skies
the message is very clear
forgiving all goodbyes

His magnificence astounds
never failing to avail
like royalty it crowns
on a grandiose scale

Landing I know I'm home
reunited with mount Teide
never leaving me alone
it's malevolence always finds me

The presence of a certain mood
an undercurrent smouldering
gestures quietly observed
concentration hindering

Overtly calmly melancholic
a truth has been concealed
feelings are in turmoil
but nothing is revealed

Intense the sense of grief
held deeply in her soul
passively she sleeps
her heart no longer whole

No tears will ever fall
they are proudly held inside
she never makes a call
and in no one she confides

Distance long and wide
connection unsustainable
inward closing mechanism
defines the unexplainable

The smouldering undercurrent
of the present mood
quietly gestures inward
turning to a brood

For those famed in their titles proud and keen
in high esteem the public eyes behold,
whilst I, of lowly birth pass by unseen,
yet my gems are most treasured more than gold.
I see unrest and pain in wealth and riches,
a complex web of lies, deceit and rain,
yet none would have a need to do the dishes,
or beg for cash when nothing’s left to claim.
Or take up arms to fight protect and save
and die on foreign lands, so’s we are free;
or know the sadness of a soldiers grave,
to sacrifice oneself as guarantee.
So I am lucky not to go to war,
and live in peace with no wolf at my door.

In times of difficulty
challenge your resolve
never give way to pessimists
saying you are wrong

Great success in people
is never in their clothes
which paint a false picture
with a phoney pose

Judge by your own standards
never let them fall
even if you're being pushed
evil will be stalled

Always pride integrity
never let it be sullied
don't fall to complicity
even if you're bullied

Fend off all attacks
be strong and never meek
standing for your rights
disturbs the very weak

Demand what is right
you may anger, hit a nerve
don't fold under pressure
to get what you deserve

It can be a tough world
sharks stalk in every crevice
bearing their teeth
to pounce on any novice

Beware of fools who challenge
armed with guns and sticks
they are filled with malice
may start throwing bricks

Be true to yourself
believe in truth not lies
don't be drawn by devils
who flaunt and fantasise

He comes in many guises
with charming ways to greet
his sting will be alarming
and turf you off your seat

Cunning like a fox
to infiltrate your family
but years of loyal trust
see through evil profanity

Trust is a rare commodity
like gold when it is found
loyalty ruminating
within the golden crown

Never trust the devil
kick his hide behind
stab him in the chest
for he has an evil mind

Keep your friends close
enemies behind the fence
you have the winning vote
let the battle commence

A little pink bow depicting gender
fascinate co-ordinate with splendour
traditional baby boy in blue
who decided on the different hue?

What if we didn't get it right?
the girl in pink is much too bright
what if the girl just will not bend
to a traditional english girlie trend

Or a boy who loves to play with dolls
his kind and gentle ways not wrong
no one can predict our soulful gender
shining through so loving and tender

Acceptance by society is paramount
not to shun and be locked out
where your own colours with pride
a vibrant personality should never hide

Put your girls in blue and give them tools
pink shirts for boys and girlie toys
steer your children on the path to freedom
don't force stereotypes, they don't need 'em

Whatever we are born with stays the same
give everyone a chance, what's in a name
next time you see a man dressed as a girl
everyone has the right to wear pearls

Never judge by what you see
underneath the mask there is a key
a smile will undo all the locks
who decided only girls should wear the frocks?

Embrace the people and their zones
the self righteous pr**ks can stay at home
wear whatever makes you tick
it's cynics and critics who are the sick

Freedom to wear what you like
on the beach
in the supermarket
or at night

Guys get those dresses on, we'll share
we'll help with make up and do your hair
heels go up to bigger sizes
embrace colours and styles in different guises


(Dedicated to Grayson Perry)
Challenging and smashing narrow minded traditional boundaries.

The **** like a panther prowls,
He hides in nooks and crannies,
Where he views his prey for hours,
With keen eyes fixed like trannies.
A playful pounce, may announce,
His attention to a need,
To catch a bird or little mouse,
With agility and speed.

The instinct never fails to serve,
Though doubtful he will eat,
Today's domestic feline verve,
Leaves dead birds at our feet.
To seek and **** with great prowess,
Is naturally on his mind,
With silent paws and callousness,
He will hunt until the find.

After a busy day stalking,
Gathering his stock,
Tired of all the walking,
He'll look at what he's got,
Then curl up by the fire,
Stretch his crawls and preen his fur,
Of his routine he'll never tire,
And he never forgets to purr.

Tomorrow through the flap,
A territory to mark,
No need for a map to set his evil trap,
Even when it's dark.
The underworld of cats,
Is here with us to stay,
Not always sat on mats,
He's out killing easy prey.

Petals of velvet gleam in the sun
the magical moment of dawn
a dewy web has already been spun
the carousel of life newly born

The continual share of sweet smelling air
perfumed layers that stun
bring to us an uplifting prayer
a procession for us has begun

Flowers outside stretching alive
opening their cusps full of gold
pollinating bees buzzing with pride
and a breeze no longer cold

Scurrying rabbits dodging the gun
as farmers tend to their crops
exuberant lambs learn how to run
the circle of life never stops

A melodic word is that of a bird
a private concert for one
the best alarm clock I ever heard
freely offered to everyone

A gentle wind rustles echoes of green
and fragrantly flavours my senses
a beautiful peaceful passionate scene
England releases my internal defences

Inside a box of 78's I smell the dust of youth
listening to Elvis in the record booth
back-combing my beehive and spraying it with lacquer
stiletto heels and dirndl skirts and belted waists that flatter

The taste of coca-cola at the local diner
glamorous bright red lipstick, there was nothing finer
tuppence to play a disk on the old juke box
stockings and suspenders and pretty floral frocks

The 1950's rock 'n roll era rebelled
the first time the young were able to express themselves
there was no birth pill, and smoking was the norm
no career women then, just housewives on top form

No mobile phones or internet way back then
or laptops and tablets or electronic pen
life was about dancing until the midnight hour
snogging behind the bicycle shed as women had great power

A time when conversation was something people did
families interacted and we played outside as kids
listening to the wireless and dancing around the kitchen
Mom making pastry and darning socks with criss-cross stitching

Monroe and Mansfield inspired dynamic verve
even motor cars had romantic **** curves
but I am happy looking back with my happy stories
time stops for no man and I have the fondest memories

The jingle of my chimes brings comfort in the wind
caressing my mortal face and soothing everything
a tranquility in the noise of rusting bells of metal
a tingling sense of solace allowing stress to settle

A ray of summer sunshine bounces off one bell
sparkles in my eye and time begins to gel
the pace of life slowly soldiering on
my feet as light as air elevated to the sun

Cascading melodic tinkling continues to play
my mind is now drifting to all our yesterdays
no time then to indulge the sounds of tinkling bells
or lie and contemplate a rhyme from the well

In my twilight years I listen to every sound
nature's every word is suddenly very loud
appreciating land, sea, sun and moon lit skies
memories and experiences indelibly immortalise

Seven men who carry a burden on their back
the sins of their fathers who adequately lack
ability to tackle tempting earthly things                                         
a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring

The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh
never will he marry or nurture babes to nest
his needs are physical and he knows no other life
lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife

Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes
gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes
drinking and eating all day and through the night
much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight

The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough
she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff
never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight
possessing everything fills her thoughts day and night

Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal
lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental
his feet elevated never going anywhere
idle and slothful never moving from his chair

Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins
always moody, his happiness is in chains
vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become
indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun

Envious Enid resentful toward others
green are the colours of her lonely bed covers
jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers
her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers

The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth
dignified and haughty, excessively procured
too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity
inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

The horror of a thousand lives
embroiled in war continued
lost souls
lives cruelly devalued

Futile is a fight
which never ends
a constant battle tires
even the strongest of us bend

War can only exist
in minds of those who hate
the Chiefs sitting behind their desk
who never leave their gate

The soldiers on the ground
are the long suffering warriors
obeying orders abound
dying for these crusaders

Greed and jealousy is rife
among capitalist fascist men
hellbent on invasion
no prayers are said for them

Conflict of those who lost their souls
as war continued
the horror of a thousand lives
crumbled and devalued

Time In Rhyme

Time. . . our life line,
Immeasurable joy,
Meticulously defined,
Everlasting as a boy.

Imposing and enigmatic,
Never ending tock.

Regulating tick.
Years begin to clock.
Hands of time crushing,
Memories into screams.
Ensure you use your time. . .
. . .to live out all your dreams.

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Dolly's Poems, "Time In Rhyme"

Commanding all eyes to look in her direction
swinging **** hips, a melodic intervention
disturbing everyman sitting in the room
turning every head and beating hearts go boom

Her long blonde hair flows in gentle waves
bouncing stylish curls as her body sways
a figure hugging dress clings to every curve
ask her for a date, if you have the nerve

Blood red painted lips, succulent and bold
begging to be kissed and a sight to behold
nestling rounded ******* teasing as she walks
deep inside the cleavage all men want to stalk

An hour glass grace, like sweet summer cider
a draw more intoxicating than the pied piper
wafting smell of perfume exuding from her presence
men drooling at the mouth, thinking of her crescents

Seven men who carry a burden on their back
the sins of their fathers who adequately lack
ability to tackle tempting earthly things                                         
a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring

The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh
never will he marry or nurture babes in the nest
his needs are physical and he knows no other life
lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife

Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes
gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes
drinking and eating all day and through the night
much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight

The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough
she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff
never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight
possessing many things fills her thoughts every night

Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal
lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental
his feet elevated never going anywhere
idle and slothful never moving from his chair

Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins
always moody, his happiness is in chains
vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become
indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun

Envious Enid resentful toward others
green are the colours of her lonely bed covers
jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers
her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers

The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth
dignified and haughty, excessively procured
too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity
inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

For love to grow
an inner glow
propagates the seeds you sow
in deeds it then reveals
what has been concealed
a soul can't hide from truth
it lingers in the air
laying bare
all the wrongs
for all to stand and stare
as ashes turn to dust
the ambience of trust
dies in a single stroke
body gone
soul remains
and may choke
it's deeds it now doth weep
no time for it to sleep
nothing can be saved
even if we prayed
there is no inner glow
for love to grow

What I loved about you I've forgotten over time
That original loving spark will not come back to mind
The good times have gone, left me completely stunned
My heart's an empty bank, no love left in the fund

Your refusal to be there for me when I need it most
Has been the cause, of my all consuming ghost
Haunting me with thoughts of ending our romance
I doubt I can give our love a second chance

Too much muddy water has passed under our bridge
Tacky under foot setting hard like stale porridge
Sealing my emotions into one steady course
Leaving is the answer, and I'm filled with remorse

Grief devours my soul at the thought of losing you
My nightmares, are the arguments that always continue
The rocky path is strewn with disintegrated holes
Hard to walk upon the ground and need a firmer hold

So I carry on regardless and let indiscretions slip
Keep a low profile and dodge oncoming dips
Wondering what on earth is keeping this alive
You have become a habit which I keep at my side

You are my tormenter, my conscience and my muse
Seeing inside my head, and know I can't refuse
My future is unclear, but you see me coming back
Without you in my life, it's confidence I lack

Red roses bring joy to our eyes,
Orange juice to quench our thirst,
Yellow sunshine fills our skies,
Green countryside in summer burst,
Blue is the feeling of our broods,
Indigo ink flows into writing,
Violet tastes are sweet and smooth,
and rainbows are exciting.

Life is a bouquet of roses
thorns spike the bumpy ride
perfume lingers in my dreams
the buds of life my pride

Many petalled layers
are the years I've loved and lived
the stems are the key players
those people I've been with

Facing proudly upright
flower holding all the rain
together there is unity
to combat any pain

Many different colours
the facets of experience
as the rose begins to age
it's beauty has no resilience

When the bouquet finally dies
a photograph you reap
of dried roses which are memories
the heritage that you keep

Pretty scarred and unloved when I met this man
his kindness touched my heart, I said, love me if you can
and love me he did for 30 years and more
he touched my soul caressing it, until he made it whole

I was unforgiving, hard and soulless back
we married and I loved him but something I did lack
I'd been punched, kicked, abused, as I was growing up
was in a sorry state when this man offered me his cup

I was soothed and smothered, with a love I never knew
fought back tooth and nail, hid my inner self from view
but he was patient and loyal, had a heart of gold
when I was upset, I had his hand to hold

A love like no other was afforded to me alone
his texts of love he left for me on my mobile phone
before then he wrote love notes, left them on my car
how he had missed me, I was his shining star

As time passed, I mellowed, and I let him in
he warmed my heart and caressed my sorry soul within
he had faith in me and was proud of all I did
calling me his angel with all he had to give

He sadly passed away long before a good man should
part of me died inside, grief took my mind for good
after many years without him, I miss his cheerful face
he was my rock, my love, my heart, and he was my grace

She was born into poor deprivation,
With ideas higher than her station,
She landed a job,
As wife of the mob,
With riches way above expectation.

When those too quick to judge and to deride,
Critics, who like the wind blow hot and cold
Extravagantly praise, bolstering pride,
Turn to abuse to stop you in your stride.
They are but loose leaves rattling in the wind,
Never settle or grow foundation seed.
Thrive on the swell and relish the rescind,
******* at life like leaches as they feed.
Never court or please those who praise or curse,
Ignore your critics as they soon disburse.

There' s an Olympic runner called Mo,
Who had lots of get up and go,
He went for the gold,
And low and behold,
He won four medals in a row!

Her stem a rod of iron
proudly holds a pearl
a rose with many petals
flowering in the girl

Skin softened by the silk
of kindness in her veins
innocent and on the brink
of taking up the reins

Essences flow within
her beauty is unrivalled
flourishing into womanhood
declaring her arrival

Flowering rose of honesty
threshold of youthful verve
exceptionally stunning
blooming on the verge

Her perfume radiates
oozing from her heart
the rose intoxicates
with promise from the start

Flowing locks encompass
her graceful heavenly flare
not yet a woman
this pretty rose is rare

Acapulco, the 1950's jet set age
of glamour and allure
a bay of high rise flats
edged along the shore

A golden bay of sandy grains
the longest beach it's famed
with glistening lights upon the shore
reflecting window panes

I find a puffer on the beach
and dive for large pink shells
my soul is filled with adoration
for this city gels

At night the city is on fire
with mariachi sounds
silver blue sombrero hats
colourfully spinning round

The soul is beating loud and wild
inside there is pulse
I feel it pressing me inside
true and never false

The colour hits you like a bolt
vibrant in it's treasure
a spicy flavour on my tongue
Acapulco's been a pleasure