My friend Harry put all his trust
In all his words when he drank too much
Now he is sober and wonders why
He drank and drank the bottle dry.

Foolish he was to drop his guard
Forgetting it now is very hard
He started off with just one taste
He carried on and spoke in haste.

But now he has learned his lesson well
And this advice he wishes to tell
Be care full my friends when you've had a few
You just don't know who you are talking too.

I remember my favourite comedian
He was crazy and acted daft
When I was on the downside
He would put an end to that.

He had a funny way with words
And could often tell a tale
He always drawed attention
His humour it never failed.

He could have been a big name
In a movie or on the stage
And if he chose to be one
I am sure he would make the grade.

He never had to try hard
He liked to play the clown
No one found him annoying
He was fun to have around.

He was full of innuendos
And he almost crossed the line
But he never was affensive
He wasn't that way inclined.

Then that was many years ago
Now he's gone and that is sad
He was my favourite comedian
I should know he was my Dad.

I got the gist of men when I was little.

A shopkeeper spoke to Mum.

I used my pleases and thank-yous,
he filled my hands with free sweets.

I looked at the floor.

Mum insisted I smile, so I did -
I met his eye through my fringe.

She’ll be trouble.

He spoke to Mum, and looked at me.

Like the tide, I followed the moon
Away from an island that was my home
To see a world I had been locked away from
The North star gave me directions
As I sailed hoping to find
Something real
Something beautiful
Something true
Something only you had
And that was love

Sometimes,
You won’t recognize
Seasonal people
In your life
Until your
Season changes.
I believe nature
Does it best ,
Take a glimpse
Into the magical
world of trees
In autumn ...
They always
Try to show us
How lovely it is
To let dead things go
Remember
Things change
People adjust
We were meant
To go through
Changes in other
For us to blossom

Let it go...
.It isn’t worth it if you’re not happy

Smile
You worth it

A winter walk
In winter time,
Your fingers weave
And wind with mine,
A den of thieves,
As our hearts float,
In the pocket
Of my duffle
Coat.

The grass is sage and fawn
where the flaxen lipstick
ruckles through the brick
to neck the lawn:
I love you most.
Here by this chimney is a dried
crepuscule where the sun died,
as we made our champagne toast,
then took the southern stairs
to launch the ******* dark,
& leave kisses like postmarks
in little blooded pairs.
There is no second place
to your coup de grace.