Smoke rings float
In the air
Before entering the mind
Through the nostrils of the soul

Love hangs like a pair
Of pink knickers from a lampshade
A bad cliche
From a good *****

My mind exits
Floating in the air
Like an 'Operating Thetan'
If you believe in that

While Felicity
The stiletto heeled epitome
Of abstract desire
Dances in a concrete world


If this poem is derogatory then it - and I- have failed.

It is when you first turn up and my day floods with light,
butterflies burst out inside me and
I see a whole new, vibrant, shining world in your loving eyes.

My heart smiles, expands and radiates electricity from my every pore,
the butterflies sink in deep and
I feel at home, waiting for a moment to kiss you.

If I was to write a poem
I would write,-You Are Living It
My whole life would fit
Inside of a Limerick

Words are feeling fragments
Fiend a trend and fend a friend
Here you read, hear you sing
Poetry
Calls you home
Calls you home
Poetry
Hear you read, here you sing
Feed a trend and friend a fein
Words are feeling fragments

Inside of a Limerick
My whole life would fit
I would write,-You're Living It
If I was to write a poem

I walk through the garden,
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers,
That grandma raised.

In the middle,
Of this garden of gold,
Stood this one,
Single red stem rose,
The rose means so many things,
From the ones you receive on your wedding day,
To the one you get on Valentine's Day,
But this single rose standing here today,
Represents the love grandma gave.

From the love she gave,
When she planted it that day,
To the love she gave us,
Each and every day,
So when you pass this garden of gold,
Remember the love that this rose holds.