WONDER
6 October 2022

Today I start to wonder,
How this love will end.
Last love of my life,
Has now twist and bends.
Time wears on the corners,
Of the cards we sent.

Vowing love forever,
Then truly meant.
Passion tired the nights.
Hid away the stars.
Kept the cold frost melting,
On the winow bars.
Ordinary than more the days.

Little left of games we played.
Tomorrow comes too soon.

On the street at dawn,
Love awaits it’s doom.

The Life of Poetry
2 November 2023

Remenbering the days,
The darts you throw,
Will hit the walls behind you.

BTW

Again
30 October 2033


My heart breaks with pain.
Here we at war again.
Kids all sides, slain or deep pain.
Here we are at war again.

Thousands taken from this life.
Often cannot tell their wife.
Pieces without legs or face.
On streets without a place.

Home and hearth just bone sore.
Blood and gore the only score.
Old man sleeping in the street.
Dog whimpers as he weeps.

Tomorrow, he knows he’ll die.
Joining so many that he knew.
Day will come and some win.
Wearing Poppy red, blue.

I pray to you, stay.
24 September 2023



Eternity, flash in the dark.
Life, a spark, desperate,stark.
Love mystery, beyond the stars.
Passion chain, no bars.
Intelligence worm, squirming grass,
Finding peace that never lasts.

Like gift wrapped Christmas toys,
We press ourselves, en suite of joy.
All horizons missed, we found our way.
My mystic treasure, I pray,  to you, stay.

BTW

Your hope is my guide,
In rough seas and calm, we sail—
Love's anchor holds tight.

Never give up your hope.
Your strength that holds me together.
Keeps my world afloat.
Never give up your hope, my dreams are also live.
I found a life together, with blessings everywhere.
Ever, give up your hope, a future we all share.
Each day of the week I see, how much you mean to me.
You are the hope I held when I was at Sea.
Never give up your hope I’m standing by your side.
Try my best to be your loving guide.
Others may take your shoulder hold upon your arm
Always it will be your hope, that will be your charm.

The Storm in My Dreams
20 October 2023

Like a mad storm,  shards of glass, hail on ebony rust,
The whites of my eyes, people, portrait busts on busses,
Filled with those left behind, but no where,
Shredding tired stares. Wait, another room, stairs.

Traffic fills with the noise that chaos brings.
Illusion of love,  a devil sings.
Dark red clouds, maroon skies, fushia trees,
******* stumbling, falling on leaves. Frees.

No power, stop the rain, still the winds, stirring sawdust,
On the butchers’ floor, stick my heels, mussing..
Old friends invites a celebration that exists.
Empty those that I sadly miss.
Thoughts dance, twist.

I wake, zen mind, leaving the detris in my last sleep.