The moon is lit up at night
The sun is warm and bright
The stars twinkle until daylight
The sea is raging delivering natures reply
The child dies and the Syrian mother asks why
The mind is like the thermostat rising and falling at will
The arrogant politician thinks he is a frying pan that nothing sticks to
The people will rise and the house of lies will fall
The happenings that will shape us all
The people will be left standing tall.

©Andrew Penman ART 2014.

A fond kiss
memories are made
of this.
when love is present
it is sheer bliss

Lips meeting
hearts racing
merging happiness
sublime moment
an action repeated
time after time

salivating prowess
an art practiced
by lovers
the starter
before the main
feast of melting
torsos entwined
followed by contracted
******* ecstacy

A fond kiss
memories are made
of this.
When love is present
it is sheer bliss.

© Andrew Penman 2012

I often sit on my own
although never alone
my pencils make me smile
after scribbling for a while
I see beauty flow from
my inner core
a creative spark
fills me with glee
I am content being me
alone in a crowded room
characters bounding around
on the paper singing loud
a maddening crowd
making me proud
I often sit on my own
although, never alone.

© Andrew Penman 2012

Where do spirits go to play,
is it in one's children or their children once
life has just begun
can they really be inside
where do they go to hide
are they thoughts of merriment
love and contentment
do they hold them in their arms
protecting them from harm
or wear them round the neck as a lucky charm
do they let them hold on to their dreams
urging them forward still yet unseen
the imaginary friend they often relate too
never ever seen by thee or me
now that is a wondrous dose of thought
about a life no longer in the living realm
lets leave it there until we know this for ourselves
where do spirits go to play.

©andrewpenman 19.43pm 27/6/2012

When you walk along the sandy beach
thinking life is out of reach
lift your head into the light
see your future burning bright

When you walk along the sandy beach
think not of yesterday only now
for today is tomorrows memories
life can only be lived that way.

When you walk along the sandy beach
you may think there is no end
fear not, see your future round the bend
faith will be your companion till the end.

©andrewpenman2012

I sit alone on the grass
fixated thoughts of you
my mother so bold
a vision of loveliness
a sight to behold
I miss your passion for life
through tales recalled
so much trouble and strife
combined with the joy
of giving me life.

I am walking in a meadow
of beautiful flowers
that whisper sweet melodies
carried away in the wind
captured by birds in flight
who serenade me well
into the night.

I will cherish the memory
of this day
when I saw your vision
in the light
holding it in my mind
until we are no longer apart
two spirits dancing
in a meadow of song
happily sharing one heart.

©Andrew Penman 2012

I see the window
gleaming in the shadow
of what is my life
a journey of wondrous
pain and delight

contrasting restraints
hold me in place
no freedom for my hands
or feet in segregation
down the basement
out of sight

crying out my
torso convulsing
thrashing ,hard to bare
faces staring some with
glee , seeing what
is happening to me
barbaric smiles that
inform they are
the mirror
image of me

my last breath
eyes can barely see
the door opening and
who is coming for me
into hands so soft
lifting me into the air
I fear my future is
in the past.
the only certainty
is the feeling of being
free at last.

(a)andrewpenman2011