In 2025 what will our world portray? I’m praying amidst my heart of hearts that Covid is well away..and I hope humankind has learned alot from those awful days.. they should be stronger and so much wiser in Oh so many ways

That long lockdown will have taught them quite a lot and learned people never to take for granted the little things they’ve got..one would imagine that this world will be much improved after scientists sought vaccines and the pandemic was removed..Well only time will tell if we have learned from this lesson well.. but five years from 2020 should have us all out of this living hell..

I stare at the shadowy corner of my room.. My senses are aroused as I inhale a whiff of your perfume..and amidst the streaky, spangled light I see a strange phenomena.. a ghostly sight..

A blurry ball cloudy and opaque.. my eyes are focussed tho this is vague..Can it be a spiritual orb I espy ? within filmy fuzziness I hear a sigh..alas Oh such a sorrowfulness, mournful..meloncholy cry.. Unintentionally I wipe a teardrop dry

My dearest Mother I know that this is you.. your spirit has appeared out of the blue.. but you told me years ago that this is what you would do.. when life on earth had succomed you..Well I speak to my Mother without any hestitation.. and I thank her most kindly for her visitation.. I witter on with whispering words about this and that and silly absurds..

Yet there in my moment of magnitude..with my mindfulness mellowed.. I understood..My Mother had never ever left my side.. yes her shell had vanished so she could hide.. but her spiritual soul would always stay with me in the shape of an orb so I could see..

My muddled memory is lost in the back of my mind..as I track and trace old places my eyes are blind.. from shadows of darkness unclear and unkind..Yet try as I may but only flashbacks I find..

My mixed up memory is not as good as before.. How many times do I need to check if I locked my door ? Though I think I recall turning that key.. my memory is useless and plays tricks on me

So it’s the same old nuisance every single night.. I get up out of my bed in my forgetful plight..and I shuffle up the cold corridor in the shadows of the light..but of course nobody can get in the house coz I’ve locked the door alright...🤣

Within the withered wilderness lies one hundred woodland trees.. whistling with ferocity amidst the chilly wind’s freeze.. yet I wander thru the blighted brazen up to my knees..alas an ambience of witchery is very ill at ease..

Is it just my imagination or have those trunks got eyes ? Or perhaps my loneliness was not wise ? As I try not to look at the limbs laughing disguise.. This element of scariness is not a surprise..Oh ferocious forest please show me some sympathy.. lead me through your darkness to seek out empathy.. I am trying to ignore your loud and clear signs of unpleasantry..Please lift me out to sought salvation amongst this clutter of complexity

Windy and wet!!
I looked at the forecast and that’s what were gonna get!!
Ah well writing poetry is what it’s gonna be..this shall keep me busy.. it’s no walking for me..

Raindrops are running down my window pane.. I shan’t go outside until it dries up again.. but luckily it’s more inspiration to write.. so with my mug of coffee I will endeavour my delight..

Watching the diagonal pelting persistence..I realise everything needs water in this living existence.. so let it teem down allday.. I don’t care.. coz I am contented with my poetry and I’m not getting wet hair!!!

Laugh as things get tougher..
Smile though you are feeling rougher..
Think positive thoughts every second of the day..
Leave negativity neglected and it will keep your blues away!!!

Flying on the wings of a relationship romance..
two feathered friends had a chance meeting happenstance and she cooed at him as he made his advance..then and only when the time was right they did their song and dance...

He flapped his wonderful wings in eagerness..she toe-strutted on the spot.... A courtship liaison affair.. a pair of Albatrosses getting hot.. both birds following the lead only inches apart..Such a dalliance of devotion of unadulterated uniqueness as either could constraint to each other’s weaknessess

All of a sudden and from out of the blue he arches his long slender neck  and they stick like glue.. If only for a split second opposites attract betwixt beauty and Mother nature they bond in their mating act..Now a deed is done and the show is over.. so he takes off in flight and he leaves his feathered lover..