Close your eyes and dream a dream where wishes all come true!
Faeries land on giant sunflowers singing as they do.
Ponies gallop over fields of swaying strawberry grass.
Butterflies reside inside tall atriums of glass.
Air so sweet, the water clean, it sparkles in the sun.
Gold dust falls from shimmering trees to shower everyone!
Children sit upon the hill, making daisy chains.
They seek shelter under giant mushrooms when it rains.
Baby bunnies hop around in luscious berry patches.
Mother birds trill songs of joy as each sweet baby hatches!
The sun, which smiled all day long, sets beneath the rolling hills.
Fair maidens set fresh loaves to cool upon their window sills.
The children walk back to their homes to rest after their play.
For now it’s time to sleep and dream about another day.

Life can have it’s highs and lows,
The sorrow and the joy.
Sadness knocked upon our door
When we lost our little boy.
That year has passed and here we are
A Mum and Dad once more.
We gaze at you in disbelief
Oh girl that we adore!
You were a bud about to bloom
When we put aside our sorrow.
We never knew that your blushen hue
Would be the colour of tomorrow.

To everything there is a season
Am I ready to let go?
Romantic v. Voice of Reason
What I feel and what I know.

Muddled by my cogitations
Such a lack of clarity
Yearning for the old sensations
Held back by uncertainty.

I can’t reach a destination
Magnetised, my compass tilts
Time for a new incarnation?
Banish hangups, hurts and guilts

Feelings reconciliation
Pay a penny, spin the dial
Out spits the determination
Leave your heart to mend a while.

I say thanks though it's not enough
To the war torn, the weary, the fearful, the tough.
To those who returned and to those who have died.
To those shunned at home and to those met with pride.
Our lives of freedom, joy and vice,
gifted at immeasurable price.
Lest we Forget

Get sunburnt
Splash
Play rough
Scream
Bomb others
Leave your towel in a wet heap
Play dangerous games
Dunk weak swimmers
Run around poolside
*** as much as you like

I said goodbye just yesterday, though days ago you died.
I promised you that I'd be strong, though many tears I've cried.
To take up 'paperwork' is like a cross one has to bear.
And others, in their grief, design to call you laissez-faire.
I want to crumble, but the years have seen me build on ground that's solid; as my heart is true;  and I am duty-bound.
I'm also bound by love and trust – indelible and strong.
I will not fail you, even if my critics call it wrong.
I'll take a breath, I will not crack, I'll see my duty’s end.
And when the ink has dried I'll tell my heart it's time to mend.

A glistening bead of amber held reverently
Seeking visions beyond whimsy.
A wish with eyes closed tight.
The bead beams bright.
Shared moments playing like a reel refracted in a golden convex glow.
You smile through the tears because you know.
Glimpses of times gone by.
Smiles. Tender embraces.
This show is for you and you alone.
The only solace that you own.

The heart wails no more
It's steady beat so, so faint
Waiting for a spark

Where do you find it?
Bone deep happy.
At twilight, amongst the soft pink swaying grass, gazing at the Milky Way?
Curled up with a knowing smile on a plush, sunny window seat with a dog-eared tome?
In the lingering, whimsical gaze of a parent observing their child’s first clumsy steps?
Alone at the stark summit of a conquered mountain, breath misted with panting triumph?
Under the deep? Tickled by flitting fish as they tentatively touch the eddying bubbles surrounding your frame?
The first golden drop that touches your tongue as you swipe it across your syrup laden dish?
A wish.
Made with the puff of a dandelion.
For bone deep happy.

MURICA, land of the free!
Y’all can’t tell me
Give up muh guns!
United we of the
NRA stand, the sacrifice?
School kids’ blood on our hands.

A stranger poked me
And left me wondering why
I became the poked?

As I lay her down to sleep
Hoping that I will not weep
Kisses upon brow adorn
Highschool student in the morn!

They paid a price I’m told
These sacrificial lambs of old
To King and Country, bend
When will it end?
Egos in their offices, directing men to war
What was it for?
Freedom? Democracy?
We stop and see through a different lens.
Their lives did not have to end had their leaders been “bigger” men.
Can you not see?
The world wants to be free.
Free from hunger and oppression.
Free from ego and obsession.
When the despots rule, the voter is the fool.
Don’t let their memories fade. The frightened and the brave.
The pawns who played their part in games led by knaves.

Caught in the crevice between honesty and kindness.
Thought I might deliver you from your social blindness.
How can I be the one to heal you and yet harm you? Hurt you and then calm you?
Shall I step forward, the sacrificial lamb?
Will you reject me for being who I am?
An honest creature, a bit of a preacher, hoping to teach you, reach you, beseech you… To look inside yourself.
Caught in the crevice between a rock and a hard place.
Do I speak out or silently save face?

There once was a Cardinal Pell,
whose innocence didn't quite gel.
He made Atheists hope
(and concur with the Pope)
that hopefully there is a hell.

Bad Jokes.
Sad jokes.
Really silly Dad jokes.
Jokes that simply aren't PC
Jokes that coax a bit 'o wee.
Jokes that flop but then recover
Jokes told by your little brother.
Jokes your Grandpa thinks are funny
Jokes told up on stage ( for money)
Witticisms left and right
Jokes for morning
Jokes for night
Some jokes make you slap your thigh!
Jokes can really make you cry.
Jokes you wish you hadn't heard
Some that really are absurd.
Jokes you laugh at ( but you shouldn't)
Jokes someone told ( but you wouldn't)
But the point ( all said and done)
Is jokes are meant to be some FUN!

Fly our little ones!
We are here right behind you!
Always family.

Together we sleep
With a rustle and a cheep!
This love we have made

Four beaks held open
Desperate calls now to sate
Frenetic new love!

The tiniest line
A small crack heralds our joy!
A beak we have made.

Nestled together
Our family safe beneath
We patiently wait.

Dreaming together
Finally laying
Industrious hopes

We began to build
To piece our lives together
Twig by twig by twig

Your trill sealed the deal
And I new my home was you.
Our journey began.

Oh! You bobbed and danced!
Preening and flaunting colours.
Now under your spell.

You twittered my way
And my wings went aflutter
This could be something.

I want you so badly!
My body aches with the need.
My mind is suspended with greed, hunger to be consumed by you.
Eager to be in your embrace,
to surrender to you.
To be taken by you.
(But I am not free.)
I am shackled to another-
my captor, Insomnia.
Liberate me Sleep!

Can someone please tell me
On which plane we now reside?
Valuing the cheap laughs that the
Freakish Trump provides?
Existential crisis doesn't seem
Far off to me, when war and strife
Escapes our eye, in our frivolity.

Dear Mr Postman,
Our fate was sealed with one look
Love, Mrs Postman.

Dear Mr Postman,
You stopped and so did my heart
We were meant to be.

Walk into the light
Young men who will fall
Turn your back on darkness
Don't answer the call.
People love your neighbour
Don't give in to hate
Driving men toward the ones who will indoctrinate.
Stand in solidarity.
Condemn wanton strife.
Supporting humanity. Investing in life.

Dear Mr Postman,
Do you deliver by hand
If the parcel's big?

Dear Mr Postman,
What would make you stop awhile?
A hair flip or smile?

Dear Mr Postman,
Could you ever notice me?
Should I trim my bush?

Life is for the living
Do enough forgiving
To try to liberate you from your woes.
Life is no rehearsal
You get no reversal
So focus on your friends and not your foes!
Life can bring you sorrow
Tune in on the 'morrow
Every storm gives way to a breaking sun.
Hold on to the good stuff
Even when things get rough
Then life is bound to be a better one!

Hush
And in silence.......PEACE.

(Incongruous as it may be
To those I reach with words o'er seas)
I'm yawning, though your day is dawning.
To awaiting slumber,  cedes my weary shell.
But Insomnia awaits, and she, the unforgiving mistress of my mind, beckons me AWAKE!
So I write another line.
No, no, no.
Heavy lidded eyes remind me of the wiser course.
The shroud of fatigue covers me with a gentle ripple and I am lulled once more. From this distant shore I bid you,
Goodnight.

I once met a sad little troll.
Who liked to play a mentor role
Suggesting a guide
To one's suicide
But none paid attention at all.

I was moving at a cracking pace
I was wearing lycra too
I had monitors on arm and wrist
( telling me what to do)
You lurked around the corner
With your tantalising smell
Oh Waffle House, why did you send my health kick straight to hell?

Dear Mr Postman,
I fear and hope for the day
That you look my way.

I used to be a lighthouse, standing sturdily
Shining my light that others might see
Guardian of your safe passage through life’s treacheries
Until the day my light began to fail me.
I struggled on illuminating hoping to shine through
But ominous clouds amassed and grew
Leaving me with the dimmest view
How can I get through to you?
There you stand in the midst of the storm
Innocent substance this tempest has torn
I try to reach you, to cry out, to warn
I am broken, despairing, forlorn.
Time now to take down my beacon, you see
Not part of my nature, but setting me free
The new role that I’ve chosen for me?
To shine within and hope others will see.

Dear Mr Postman,
Are you always so aloof?
Can you know my pain?