Eggshell sky, song of the unborn lark.
Dawn wind breathes of Heaven.
A daisy raises trustful face to the young sun.
Life unfolds green through dark, dead leaves.

Sunlight rippling through soft waves on shingle
Foxglove bells ringing, and so nearly heard
Secret song of the running river,
Gone before we can ever catch the words.

Spiders’ webs silver in the mist.
Trees flame in old sunset, slow-burning.
Copper leaves dance away,
Turning and returning.

Bare twigs and ivy, winter berry-bearer,
In the damp, deep wood.
Mistletoe, growing green between earth and heaven.
On the cold, starlit hillside,
In the deep, quiet earth,
Her Lord, and the rising sun and the running deer.
In the night of death,
A new birth.

Every time I try to write a love poem
I think back to the time it all went wrong
And how it is I try to deny
You as the best part of my life
Every time I try to write a love poem

Every time it is I hear our song
I find myself trying to sing along
But my singing days are through
With no more me and no more you
Every time it is I hear our song

Every time it is I pass that spot
Where we found out we were both in love
I blink back the tears I cry
Finding it hard to drive by
Every time it is I pass that spot

Every time I try to write a love poem
You now see all that goes wrong
As I sit back and reminisce
On that first and the last kiss
Every time I try to write a love poem

It was Lou and Pru and Daisy and Sue
All snug as a bug in a rug in the pub, safe and warm by the fire,
With a card-game to win, and a nice little gin,
Just as heart could desire.

But when girls sit together, there’s always some blokes
Who just can’t let them be.
So it starts with the jokes,
Then the leers, and the sneers, and the breath full of beers,
And hands wandering free,
And the loud, raucous laughter.
“So what are you up to, girls? Is it a hen-night?
We know what you’re after!
It’s a looking for men night,
When girls go pubbing!”

Pru grabbed a fire-iron from the rack,
She hit his shins with such a crack,
Then clocked him on the head.
“Nah, it’s girls’ poker night,” she said,
“We’re going clubbing!”

You know my quirks, and every way
you could have left, but chose to stay
your purest love, your work of art
hey, Son of God you've changed my heart

You came to find your wandering sheep
Your shepherd's love, my heart will keep.
No other love, could stand it here
but here You are, Eternal Dear.

And nailed to cross upon a hill
my darkest deeds, Your Father's will.
 forgive my sin, dismiss my case,
my heart you win, and sin erase.

abiding in your word today
you are the Truth, the Life, the Way
and this is what I'm thinking of
I am your own, forever love

"I think we try too hard, he said
we need to laugh much more instead"-
"I think we cry too much, she laughed
we're starved for love until we're fed."

"I think we spend too much he reasoned
need to save for rainy days"-
"I think we leave too much unseasoned
spice it up with mayonnaise!"

"I think we eat too much, he stated
we've got all this fat to shed" 
:and I think walking's overrated
lets just ride our bikes instead."

"I think I'm talking to a wall
you cannot hear a word I say"-
"but I've responded to them all
just maybe not in your own way."

I think he thinks too much she pondered
I can't read his mind at all
and every time his eyes have wandered
spikes are sharp before the stall...

"I think I'm needing something more"
and she knows what he's thinking of
"Be my guest, don't let that door
besmirch your tender side, my love."

"I think I'm made for bigger things
than being saddled here with you"-
"but oh be sure those bigger butts
are gonna buck your system too!

She thinks "he has it way too easy,
thinks I want to hear this stuff!"
tells him that she's feeling queasy
"heard it all, enough's enough!"

She thinks it hurts too much to talk
about the things he puts her through
her tendency to shout and balk
has raised the foam up from the brew

and seeing clearer, painful truth
his disregard grew from that day
mistook the *** for love in youth
and clung to that which came her way

Daddy never knew his daughter
never built her up to know
how she was loved above the water
that he drank or his big toe.

It's sad the man that she admired
never knew how she'd be burned.
because the love from Dad required
words and  lessons never learned.

and to the wounding add some salt
the failure of the best to choose her
now she sees it's not her fault
she cannot tell the best from loser.

Mum was quite the same you see
a distance there but never spoken
always mediocrity
discontent, lines blurred and broken.

"I think I'll wait another year
before I set my course to sail"-
"why wait, just throw me off right here
this roller coaster's off it's rail"

to this He says, " You're here beside me
for the long haul as they say"
" I think it's best we keep on riding
tell me later, in the hay."

Lots of pain in barbed sarcasm
each has blocked the other's heart  
words in action killed the passion
boundaries blurred and torn apart.

Respect, protect your precious boundary
that which makes you who we are
love yourself and then each other
shining love and sparkling star.

When the boundary violator
makes you feel less than dirt
tell each other now, not later
how that word or action hurt.

I think we try too hard, he said
we need to laugh much more instead-
I think we cry too much, she laughed
we're starved for love until we're fed.

XO

Hey  you
Do you know what's ****?
A real conversation

summer nights
fairy lights
women rights
skinny tights
we ended up with
lovers' fights

plain as day
you took away
a sunshine ray
left me with
no words to say

feelings fade
a girl's parade
to hold her head high
and hide the mess you made

His hands
Went down
Into my pants.
I hated the
Feeling
Of his sweaty,
Cold
Palms
And fingertips
On my skin.

He didnt just
Touch
Me in places
That should be kept
Untouched.
He touched my
Soul
And let out
The demons
Inside.