I do not need,
nor do I ever want
anyone to quiet or silence my mind...

I want to paint a picture
with every colour
that is alive,
that is screaming out loud,
that is dying to come out proud,
whilst it resides inside me.

The only way
that I can possibly do this articulately
is by speaking the only fluent language
that I know - the language of Poetry.

~ I only speak Poetry.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Petal by petal
her beauty unfolded,
her soul was revealed.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Every day is closer
To another December
A constant reminder
Of things to remember.

The date never passes
The time never slows
Each step towards tomorrow's
An unending road.

The calendar seemed
Not to mean much to me
Since you passed to shadow
Since you ceased to be

I'm simply made of good intentions,
 compassion runs right through my veins,
I'm a walking empathetic cuddle,
A delightful rainbow
that follows heavy rains.

My heart is pure without reservations,
I am genuine and I am sincere,
I smile when I see somebody happy,
and my heart aches
when I see anybody shed a tear.

I'm told that I have a combination
of great qualities,
kindness, sincerity,
and generosity - A real heart of gold!
I treat people how I would want
to be treated,  
on my watch nobody is left out
in the cold!
,
I live without expectations,
I need nature to help me breathe
and survive,
I give back to the earth
whenever possible,  
because I know that without it
we wouldn't be alive!

I'm magnetically attracted
and pulled towards natural landscapes
and solitude,
I can't stay away from them
no matter how hard I try!
I'm torn between the enchanting forest
and the vast blue ocean,
such exquisite beauties,
it's no wonder why!

I'm a lover of the magical majestic moon
and the brilliant constellations,
searching for answers
in the infinite celestial sphere
is where my mind spends its vacations.

My inspiration is often found up above
in the mysterious night sky...
Yes! I have been a poet since birth!
This, I cannot, or will not deny!

Hello Poetry,
My name is Rosalie!

By Lady R.F ©2016

A perfect day, standing on the train platform to go home,
the late evening sun golden as a dragon's treasure,
when an earth-ending roar shifts eyes to the sky and
there to humble all,
the Concorde takes off from Heathrow,
almost straight up, its edges haloed by the light.
Beauty on wings.
In a few months this magnificent,
never to be bested machine of optimism,
will fly no more.