Yo!
You say with a smile 😍
Bright enough to light
Tell million days.
You ride through mountains,
With water on you your back.
And free radical
Compassionate and,
Radical love, on your back.
You are ,
Like a 10,000 sails,
With flames that beat
Love and cheer and
Heart beats.
You light up the day,
Like something I could not say,
You are wise and true.
Like a master of loving stories and
Light.
About rajasthan and the last queen
Raising vibration of enchantment, through and throw.
You rode away!
A trip to Delhi first,
But not before I could remember,
All of the colours of the queen of the sea.
You wrose those vibrations and made
Something that not
All eyes can see,
But through yours are a special brown
All because we met on a
Cockle street with colours bright,
And cheap sandals on our feet.
How fishes save themselves,
If we can true compassion your a man,
I will write to you often and true
Be those mountains in boston view,
To you because you are bright to,
Me too.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
Feresco,
Between the light of the nights sky,
Underneath waterfalls, the sky's.
Edging delight.
Are Amber flys which are mole hills.
Harper sits with fright as well,
Under pylons and Oscar night.
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 6:00 PM UTC
I've come to a sudden realisation that many think there's nothing I can do about this, about the situation I'm in,
a real sense of a moth at the light.
Very rarely we agree to start the day without a guide, a plan, or a case. Standing tall, knowing we have sunshine on our face, and water in our streams.
Seldomly we say I'm not sure what tomorrow, the day after, month or year will bring, and this is a good place.
Often we listen to people we never meet, about things we are not interested in. Can we plant a tree, cook a soup, or stear a boat instead?
Perhaps we could start saying the words; I don't know what today or tomorrow will bring, and that's great.
Is this a step towards embracing tomorrow for what it is?
Most have a plan for the next;
Day, week, month, year, or decade.
Is this pressing fast forwards on today? missing tomorrow, and the day after, And the precious moments,
in-between...
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 6:07 PM UTC
Y llew,
Y ddraig ar' blaidd,
Rhwng naws ac saws suriol,
Cadair idris.
Gwen glawiog
Pam clydodd
Diancrwydd, frainc.
Dan lledar e'i felt,
Noson dianc.
Rhag dy fodiau,
BYDLONDEB.
Gwen a fina
wrth tamad
Bur,
O' dy adloniant bywiog.
Nol at y blaidd,
Y llew,
A'r ddraig,
A finau,
Yn hedfan,
Ar adenydd,
Llonydd.
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 6:48 PM UTC
Looking at
empty book shelves ,
Googling motivational reads,
Sweeping through right or left,
Barley,
Hanging on
to the dregs of past days,
Trying to feel,
Some way?
Remembering,
that I've always
Yurned for change,
Is it true , is it right ?
Does the moon always shine,
bright,
Happines washes over,
Like the misty trails
of high up tanks,
Jet oil,
Vapour,
to be
a bore,
Or a sheep,
Or to have worn out souls,
and smelly feet.
Once
I walked a long way,
To save spring time frogs,
From
worn down tyres.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
wilted spinach,
Washes away.
Guided by fragmented,
Dust.
Narrow Paths,
porcelain plates.
ROUSEVELLTE ,
Tulips intwined.
Golden twang,
Break barking soldiers,
Through gated pits,
Delighted deeds.
Bank on countless queen's,
Breaking vows.
Dealing cards,
With warn out shards.
Warm and cold,
Race of old.
Great,
Day for
Pink mascara.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
Multi coloured eyes,
Blue and brown.
Your snout nestled,
Neatly underneath
my folded arms.
Champions sense
for lighting up;
my dim days.
Never interested,
In sheepherding.
Rather lazying,
near river banks.
On warm summer days.
Wagging your patched,
excited tail.
Today a friend gained
Fur covered wings.
Let's hope your love cheers up
some of the angles dust.
Shep RIP 17/05/2020
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC
As I fill the washing machine;
I think.
What a memorable scene,
As the washing machine fills
So do my eyes.
Like left over dries,
I think,
How you stained my soul.
With a green breathless dream,
I think.
How you stood next to an open fire,
I think
Your soot stained face,
Stained in every perfect place
I think.
When it turns around,
soap suds are seen.
So are my empty dreams.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
Hydes
Blistered through
Tides
Waves of silver,
foxes crossing roads,
Passing through.
Excited toads.
Spalding Lovers.
Latch eyes;
Across wide open fields.
Barren desert towers,
are with them.
Open again,
Open again
.open
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
Rustling winds of spring,
spread through,
half open oak branches,
Shrew peeps her button nose
throwing a tidy pile of earth,
Near the crystal falls,
Spring rain darts through
infrequently,
Before amber nectar eyes,
like a vale of intrigue ,
Hovering; a blue ***
Chirpes questions
Sparks of a teale flame,
Pearl along aimlessly,
Through crowded doors,
and empty rooms,.
A rooster awoke;
today's flower,
Bellowing of frightened hollows,
along frictional caves,
Rattling off its distractions,
Ever more engaged,
Healing with its new sound,
Shrew meets the blue ***
Pecked into the old oak -
Blue *** Today is the day
Shrew; to finish enchanting.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC