think of all the poets from all those years ago
wordsworth burns and keats and some that i dont know
writing lots of poems with a quill and not a pen
in the days of old there wasnt biro then
it was done with ink from a little well
then written on to paper then there poems would tell
they were very special we read them to this day
the poets from the past with us will always stay.

while walking on the beach on a summers night
the moon was at it high shining oh so bright
then i saw a star shining way up high
like a diamond stone.   high up in the sky.
it was all alone as lonely as can be
like a beacon in the night watching over me
followed right behind all along the shore
then when i turned round again it followed me once more
it made me feel so safe shining very bright
watching over me just like a guiding light

everyone needs someone at sometime in there life
a shoulder they can cry on to help them through there strife
someone to look up to when there in despair
someone there beside them someone who will care
share there troubles with when life is unfair
everyone needs someone someone to be there

love it can be kind sometimes it can turn
turn you inside out make you crash and burn
play on your emotions leave your mind in doubt
leave in you despair  feels theres no way out
you must wait your time give it time to heal
till your love returns again to change the way you feel

Rain falls quietly outside
The windows up
As I sit beside my window
With my coffee cup
Filled with hot chocolate

Creamy and smooth
The warm happiness runs down my throat
Soothing my week's worries
And I sing a whole note
Of sweetness

The dimmed light of the sun
Mirrors my attitude
And I think of my loved one
And speak of my gratitude
That ended up with someone so great

I have nothing to do
These days are the best
These days help me get through
All the rest
Rainy days rule

It was a televised talent contest
Even with one leg the young lady still wanted to be her best
It was determination in her efforts of try
She definitely wasn’t going to stand there and cry
It all started when she fell into a large deep hold
The young lady’s leg was stuck underneath
So to get the young lady out
They had to cut in order to move about
Her pain was a big shout
So that was her past
The young lady’s true tomorrow arrived at last
Dance the young lady did
One leg is all she had
But the lady was determined and not mad
She didn’t feel sorry for herself
The young lady wasn’t going to be like anybody else
The lady danced in several positions, and even went down to the floor
The audience applauded in her galore
The Judge’s faced seemed impressed
But this is a talent competition more or less
All the best to the one leg lady
Determination to preserver and with courage too denounce fear.

It was the heavy breathing
I think
that I liked the most
our mouths made no movement
as our faces dried
and sternums rocked
planted kisses in a chalk line
wet florettes on my chest
pretended to worry
about potential marks on my neck
such gentle
aggressive manners
heart rate raised
resulted in the breathing