Down amidst the jelly fish that lies upon the land..I strolled the weedy shores picking seashells from the sand..As I held a solid shell close to my chin.. I listened to rumbling roars from oceanic wonders resonated within

There is nothing that soothes my senses more than the sounds of the sea..so tantilising and captivating..my soul feels free..beckoning me to the beaches upon our sandyshores..inhaling the intoxication from the great outdoors.. Oh lead me to my homelands..yon coastline I know so well.. let me taste the saltiness on my tongue and hear the ocean swell

‘Ninky nonky noo noo’ is a place in nowhere land..where the silver sea is sweet as honey and the shores have pink chocolate sand..

So the Ninky nonky noo noo’s wibble about like wobbly jellies coz they can’t stop stuffing their faces filling the sweet, sugary sands in their bellies.. Now these round ***** of roly polies giggle all day long as each and every one of them sing the same old song..

“We are the Ninky nonky noo noo’s from our Ninky nonky land our mouths are always covered in chocolate candy and it tastes so very grand” Well what a wonderful world it is for these connoisseurs of confection living off the sugary strands of sand sounds a sensational perfection

A word when it is spoken is a talked treasured token always with a totally unique sound from the different place it can be found..

One little word can say so much and is our way to keep in touch but when it is said from a stranger’s face who inhabits in a foreign place..one may not recognise that word as such coz that same word will be double-dutch..

Those wonderful little words that we rely on each and every second of the day make our communication so important in a marvellous way..Whilst it only takes one single word to put a huge smile on a face..that meaningful word we take for granted is essential for the human race

From sadness to happiness I can pen what I please.. Life in verse is my contagious disease.. an obsession to compose, contrive and create..to where I am now from my initial birthdate

If I think it..I poetize it..that’s just what I do.. then I add each on a website to show them to you..I’ve no doubt in my mind I could run out of themes from amidst my imagination’s shred’s of seams. but as long as I can I will narrate you my life from a fisherman’s daughter to a Mother and a wife

I stumbled on poetry by absolute chance.. now I get lost in my bubbles of rhyme and romance.. fictional folklore is my favourite fantasy.. though from time to time I may write about tragedy.. So whatever gets tangled up in my head.. I put my pen to paper and unleash it instead

He plucked up his guts after more if’s than buts.. and he clambered over the ledge.. Like trembling jelly with knots in his belly he clung onto the edge..

If only he could think beyond his gloom but the only way out was darkness and doom..with noone to talk to nor help at hand he let himself tumble just as he had planned.. As he plunged through the air he heard peoples cries but his short life was lost in the blink of sad eyes..

Alas he was just another statistic read out on the news.. A Corvid-19 suicide from depression and blues..Oh how awfully somber as his loved ones were left in a state of sheer shock and a bleakness of bereft..

I hope my old house in a hundred years or more will still have occupants welcoming it’s door.. and I wonder if these people will not mind at all my ghostly apparition walking through the hall

You see that old corridor is where I spent most nights padding back and forth in my sleepless plights..there I will be in the darkness of the room wandering wearily in my shadowy gloom..Now the thing that I dread and fear the most is not to scare the death out of the living  when I am a ghost!!

Finding a seashell in the silvery sand
Brush off the particles with your hand
Make sure it is empty with no creature inside
shake it incase a sea serpent does hide

Place your seashell to your ear
Listen carefully what do you hear?
Only the sound of the abyssal sea
Ebbing, flowing beckoning thee

The tormented, timeless, tempestuous waves
Battering the rugged rocks
Engulfing the caves

Mightier than humanity
More powerful than mankind
Betwixt spirituality & the unconscious mind

Mysteriousness of mythical creatures below
Mermaids scaley tails aglow
Frollicking in fathomless depths untold
Braving the briney surf so cold

Ship-wrecked carcasses line the seabed
Ne’er unearthed tho tears were shed
Hardy heroes lost in salty brine
E’er hallowed in Oceanic shrine