I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch

I hope the supple touch
          Of all the women I have ever loved
Cascades like rain
          Over every inch of this Earth’s terrain
Let the sunrise kiss from her crescent lips
          Chase away the nights gangly grip
Turning barren fields
          To blooming bastions
Of roots and seeds, nurtured into
          The smile underneath a weeping willow tree
Raise the bones of change
          From their dusty graves of grief
Discard your flesh and,
          Bare to me only what lies beneath

A rusty cage conceals me
Deep beneath the waves, of another passing day
The blood inside my veins
Is laced with warmth, that erodes away the pain
The needle scratches vinyl
As the pills provide the music, singing sorrow in my brain

Lost on the lamb
Searching for the touch, from my own callused hands
A wind-up ballerina in her box
Doesn’t spin and twirl like she wants
Damaged dancer
Standing still, inside my antique heart

fill the world with children so they can bring a smile
just to watch there faces makes life seem worthwhile
watch them as they play as happy as can be
doing just what children do making life feel free

watch them as they sleep safely in there bed
think about there future that they have ahead
just watch them as they grow each and everyday
fill the world with children so happiness will stay

in a land of fantasy where little dragons play
where the sun is shining . clouds are never grey
there are lots of unicorns as lovely as can be
flying in the sky in this land so free

there were lots of creatures playing having fun
with lots and lots of colours shining in the sun
there were lots of fairies with dresses made of lace
all of this i saw in this magic place

love is like a mystery that you can never solve
each and everyday its mystery will revolve
round and round it goes with its mystery way
what the mystery is we can never say

like a thriller novel.   in a film or book
we try to solve the mystery as we take a look
love is just the same  full of mystery
what happens at the end end we have to wait and see

i was standing in a cue waiting for a bus
when a little kitten came up. for a fuss
he rubbed against my leg going to and fro
looking for a cuddle he didnt want to go

i stroked him on his back and he began to purr
purring even louder as i stroked his fur
then he walked away as happy as can be
as he wagged his tail to say goodbye to me