Its train floated like silk along a long winding river
Floating in the direction of a cool breeze.
Lace tapping on her flesh made her shiver
Memories thawing as if from a deep freeze.

Little roses sewn on by hand were on the bodice
Trailing over her shoulder and down her back
The dress made her feel like a godess
Or like a Princess on horseback.

The dress gave her confidence, made her feel brave
Feeling special whenever the dress was worn
But there is a secret which she took to her grave
Nobody knew but the dress was torn.

Terrible.
Utterly terrible.
The cake would say.
The trouble I’ve had in the oven today.
Blasting heat, smashing my tin
Which the goo is sitting in.
Tapping to see if I have got
A soggy bottom. If you please.
If I had, I certainly would not
Broadcast it.  Keep it clean.
Scraping the bowl,  oh I would love to do that.
Fingers sliding over the goo ooooh.
Magic box of tricks
That cake mix.
No one has touched me
Not been anywhere near me.
Not even a try
I wonder why.

I go and visit her
But she is not there.
Someday she was
It was a Sunday.
The sun shone
The c;louds disappeared
Now she has gone
But the sun has reappeared.
Sundays are a day of rest
When run-of-the-mill jobs get done
Washing up pots alone and silent
Sundays were meant to be fun.
Someday it will be Sunday again
Who knows when that will be?
This ache inside of me is now a pain
Now she has gone.

I'm the proudest mum
I have got to say
I love my two sons
forever and a day.
I love them more than
there are stars in the sky
more than blades of grass
I will tell you why.
They are both gentlemen
respect others, and are polite
work hard, are as handsome as can be
they do their best and what's right.
My sons mean the world to me
I am so very proud. that is true
so to each of my loving sons
i say I will always love you.

This is the story of diamond Fred
who spent endless hours in his shed
now that sound insane
but he could not refrain
from using his clever old head.

He would use his time to invent
and savoured every precious time spent
He was a Jack the lad
but that was not at all bad
his inventions were thoughtfully meant.

The fact that after they were made
they refused to work he was afraid
he was missing the old bolt
but it was not his fault
if his invention did not make the grade.

So he sat one day rubbing his old head
and came up with a bright idea instead
His faith had returned again
thanks to his marvellous brain
he could knock down and replace the shed.

Now was this really a good plan
he was now getting a rather old man
he let out a grunt
to put it a but blunt
his ideas were given an all time ban.

His wife took away the shed key
after  a long and painful plea
his wife saw red
and banned old Fred
he is now as miserable as can be.

The one thing that he could ever dread
was staring out of the window in his bed
he glared at his wife
he once had his own life
now he has to be a husband Diamond Fred.

If there was ever a fairy more confused
then it is this one, wrapped in chains.
The chains are made from daisy petals
which keep her dry when it rains.
and as she as used all of the petals
she is one sort of a funny mess.
What she will do for shelter if it rains
I would say is anyone's guess.
She would not worry her pretty head
about trivial things like that, oh no
She would have fun sitting in a puddle of rain
and just letting herself go.

To me there was never any drawback
it was just simply child's play
looking back down the old track
it was a typical British railway.

It was just brilliant in its heyday
chugging along with a smokestack
through tunnels and the odd archway
I can safely say I never looked back.

All those hard workers on the payroll
leaving memories along the track
spending all day shovelling coal
everything they wore and owned black.

Some days their breath dried and they cried
from the young lad to the station guard
but they all had something called pride
even though their memory's were all scarred.

The whistle could be heard "all aboard"
and off it would go chugging
the steam puffed and the engine roared
regardless of the carriages it was tugging.

Through every village an every vale
it relentlessly ploughed
along each track and each trail
leaving its white fluffy cloud.

Travelling along tootling down
from hill to hill down the track
from coast to each and every town
and I never looked back.

As "Lauren" would proably say "Yes I'm bothered
but then am I? Bothered. I ought to be, my tale
will be told.  My heart broke the day you went away
it's as if my heart went up for sale.
My very being packed its emotional baggage and left
left the part of me that was needed, wanted not able
not able to cope any more, the part cries out tearfully
my cards were dealt and shuffled and spread on the table
religiously, hopefully not in a way unblessed, but wished
wished that that part would return,come home, return
but the feelings attached detached themselves and
for the want of a better word left to ignite,set fire  burn
The heat left scorched my soul, brought feelings
to the front I never knew existed, never knew they were there
but I often wonder why now, did I believe it, did I know?did I want this and also did I just care?

The White Cliffs

Chalk hills, dust on my shoes
Following the magnificent views
A Blue Butterfly brings nectar
From the bee, mother nature’s protector.
Flights from abroad packed with smiles
From tired passengers from lots of miles
Looking at the white cliffs of Dover
Pleased to be home, flying over
Lands not known to them.  Now home
Where the English heart is.

Fish in a dish
Well that seems a joke
Orange ones with no brain
Swimming the back stroke.
Round and round they go
Thinking “I’ve been here before”
Their dumb faces
Craving for more and more.
Seeing the same old things
Day after day.
Thoughts in their heads
Gone far away.
Endless fish food
Bits of this and bits of that.
Watched constantly
By next door’s cat.
Oh dear.

Out of the blue
he grabbed me
sent me from pillar to post
there was little to oversee
but I saw my ghost
it was the shadow of me
a year in which to come
there was little to oversee
just that I saw what I'd become.
I did not care for the vision
it scared me beyond my dreams
there was little to oversee
or so it seems.
Cant alter my past but
I can make a change to the present
could do nothing more than I did
and believe me it was not pleasant.
I grabbed my shadow and bent the rules
I surrounded it with a home truth
I told it I am not what I used to be
I had in fact altered my youth.
The shadow disappeared
out of the blue
and then it reappeared
it had made me brand new.
So my life has changed
just as if it was on cue
all of this happened
it was if it was out of the blue.

There was once a young man from York
Who had strange ways of which people did talk
He would heat up his aftershave
in his new microwave
Before shaving with a knife and fork.

In places where dreams dare to meet
thoughts are scattered on the floor
ideas just waiting patiently on the street
and major break throughs hang on the door.
Under the biggest bridge you come across
Over the toughest hill anyone could climb
Meeting for the first time the strictest boss
and earning money to keep and say "that's mine".
Situations come and go like the wind and rain
Heart aches and headaches show their face
but then out comes the sunshine and kills pain
and whatever situation, it becomes a nicer place.

My last post was a little strange.  I do hope that it has not offended anyone or upset anyone.  I apologise from the bottom of my heart if I have.  It was a little idea I had - but if you have read it and say "yes" then I am grateful and I do thank you for reading it.  Cheryl

Strolling along
It was late summer, a breeze
swept my face, brushing my lips
The leaves on the willow were still
I wondered why.
I said hello
The morning was advancing
swiftly moving were the hands on the clock
The clock at the town hall had many faces
But not as many as him I thought.
He'd get an award dressed in gold
for some of his performances I thought
shouting his head off
first thing in my morning
When I could have been peacefully strolling
Like now.  I thought for a while, like I do
I was hungry
Hungry for happiness to come my way
I was once - happy.  I shall have to define it.
Being able to smile without guilt
Relaxed not tense
Wondering if my teacup would brush my face
like the breeze.
Now I am going backwards. Not in time,
Nor am I strolling towards the beginning
of my walk.
I want to go back if the forward could be different.
Back then we were happy.
Not now  Happiness is not allowed any more.
But I am happy now, just for the walk.
My thoughts haunt me.
They cloud my head.
Throwing the blanket of misery over.
I saw him. Just.
His face was pulling the two o'clock face
which was a progressing frown.
Just like the clock in the town.

They both stood admiring the Christmas lights
Staring lovingly into the evening sky.
He was wearing rather fetching woollen tights
And she was beginning to wonder the reason why.

He put on his false white beard
And tried to slip on some massive black boots.
She has guessed and it was what she had feared
He did have some strange whacky persuits.

Meanwhile she had slipped into a little costume
She had decided to dress like her friend Frilly Mary
She had found a feather boa in her bedroom
And she fancied herself as a Fairy.

“Good grief, look at her, she has a wand”
He had become quite hot.
He dipped his foot in the pond
And considered his position and what he’d got

“Now why would she want to be dressed like that”
She has more lights on her wings than the tree.
He knew he could definitely smell a rat
“And I can sniff, oh yes, that is me.”

She tiptoed over and guessed straight away
“You are Santa Claus are you not”
“Come on, where have you parked the sleigh”
Now he had gone a funny shade of hot.

“I could easily ask you about your attire”
He mounted his high horse.
It was like adding oil to a fire
And let nature run it’s course.

They had a bit of a set to
And they both thought they could hear ringing.
They were bells and quite a few
And they could hear children singing.

They both realised the magic day had come
Christmas carols and everywhere was lit up.
“care to join me in the fun”
She did and to that he raised his sherry cup.

Whispers in my ear
a draught tiptoed silently up the stairs
telling me snow is on the way.
There is conflict on my window pane
Nothing ever stays the same
Maybe it will one day.

This time my alarm has a panic attack
just as I was about to hit the sack.
pointing to the window at the snow
lying around my window sill.
It is about ten degrees below
and the air around me sits still.

The air now around me is in panic mode
And the burden for it is such a heavy load.
I bury myself deep inside my bed
hoping that when I awake it will be gone.
But I cant hibernate, after all done and said
It has just struck midnight roll on one.

It may be getting warmer soon
the apple logs in the fire spit a tune
firing cinders to the back of the fire.
The heat melting ice around my room
I can see snow hanging on the telegraph wire
When daylight comes it will be gone quite soon.

Throughout the night, various events take place.
The ducks have a rosy look on their face
as they slip and slide on their favourite haunt
Birds become trapeze artists on the icy wire
The worms locked in ice unable to get caught
and my feet are being slowly roasted by the fire.

Like chestnuts warming in the pan
Crispy skins on baked potatoes crackle
Hot cheese drips from the saucepan ladle
My mouth waters hungry but dry
Hot chocolate bubbles on the cradle
and the wind stops whistling and I sigh.

oh the joy of something velvety and hot
Drinking chocolate, dark and sweet.
Melting a magic in my cold blue veins
My fingers embrace my mug, steam warms my brow
The heating system channels the correct lanes
and I feel the air  lot warmer now.

The snow around my window hugs the sill
Sealing in the warmth on its own free will
Cosy toes wiggle in sheer delight
There is a smile trying to brighten my face
Everything has been forgotten from last night
Negative turns to positive but watch this space.

It is raining confetti in good shades of pink
Beneath a blossom tree is where I am stood
I do not feel any cold not is it wet
But I fastened the buttons on my coat
and tied the string on my hood.

My hair is covered with petals
from the delicate shooting blossom tree
I feel like a young fresh faced bride
and I'm getting to like this fantasy of me.

The leaves coloured lime are waxy and young
rather like I was once and the blossom rains down
The sun starts to shine through the canopy above
and I notice that I am wearing a beautiful pink crown.

A ray of sunshine shone through blue glass
mixing with dappled light it was a delight
The green of the shiny leaves sparkled in the sun
but something, just something was not quite right.
Maybe it was the position of the sun at the time
maybe it was something that nobody would have known
out of the silence shot a bolt of unexpected doubt
it was another male voice on the end of the phone.
It was a blast from her past, a shoulder that had tears
dripping down his pale blue shirt just pressed
now he chose the most unwanted time for a call
the rest of the congregation were not impressed.
His voice ran cold down her spine, leaving a chill
his voice was sort of comforting tell you that for free
but she showed no emotion, a poker face was had
and she looked as lovely as a bride should be.

The sheep are aware of the pink months looming
when pale rose petals adorns their head.
The rams huddled in the corner suspect things
as the ewes are ushered off to the shed.

Th ewes are carrying their lambs, nice and warm
little jumpy playful bundles of absolute joy.
The female of the species, however, for the moment
are acting a little somewhat coy.

Buttercups and daises await for the signal
to burst into their own spring like song.
The sun in its resting sky knows what is what
and the day starts to grow a bit long.

Lemon and lime shoots appear on the twigs
pink and rosy red buds appear in-between.
Thank the Lord for Spring, it is in the air
but the lambs do not seem at all keen.

They are born in a hurry, their legs hard to stand on
They are encouraged to be a grown up quite quick
No time for prancing joking or cuddled next to mum
Time for Spring things, the summer clock begins to tick.

The warmth of the next few days seals the deal
Coats off, sandals on and salad days are back
Bread and nice chunks of cake land in the pond
and for that the ducks say thank you with  a quack.

They have been smashing their beaks on ice for months
busy searching for little bits of food with no avail.
The squirrels are digging down deep with their family
looking for hazelnuts they buried on the trail.

It is all good;  on marches the beautiful warm months
with the promise of summer next, a big fat yes you cry
A smile has come to all of your faces that I know
but for now let us enjoy the end of winter, I guess.

Throw a six
and then claim your prize
Bit like pick and mix
that was never wise.
You shake them up
and then you mix them
what have you received?
a cheap polished, plastic gem.
Did you really want this prize?
Got to be seen to be believed
from an aged machine
it is all a bit of red tape
but at least it's clean
But that is not a crime
nothing was highlighted
at that particular time
you were rather delighted.
It wasall out on display
and you made your selection
on a fake silver lined tray
alas, it is a misrepresentation.
But it was the thrill
it only cost about one penny
you left at your own free will
best that then leave without any.
Plastic gems in silver trays
it is no wonder you are now broke!
that is good in so many ways
it is just money for old rope.

Keep what you have sweet
and keep surprises afloat
treat each day as a  new day
and do not rock the boat.

Give respect and you will receive it
back and ten times over at least
Keep laughter at the top of the tree
and each meal as your wedding feast.

Pay each other compliments like never before
Cuddling does the magic trick
Learn to ignore the snoring, the moaning
and everything else that makes you sick.

Partnerships should be blessed each day
like baking him his favourite cake
it is like taking the rough with the smooth
knowing how to give and to take.

These are the first steps to everlasting love
follow them and you cant possibly go wrong
just simple steps to keep what you have alive
of course "Everlasting Love" is my favourite song.

Different rides
swings and slides
coconut shy to aim for
Onion skins roasting
cheese on bread toasting
screaming out for more.
Sausages frying
girls crying
mum's had enough.
Dodgems whizzing
lemonade's fizzing
the boy's full of the stuff.
He's won take your pick
Waltzer's making 'em sick
Spend the extra time.
Burgers and sauce
Now full of remorse
as if it is a crime.
A day at the fair
nothing can quite compare.

If you close your eyes
Inside your mind
You capture your prize
No telling what you’ll find.
There is a magical land
Just waiting to be explored
Available on demand
A guarantee you wont be bored.
Maybe inside your dreams
There are castles and moats
Strawberries and creams
Yachts and sailing boats.
Caves with orchestras to observe
Listen and relax and drift away.
Maybe a beautiful nature reserve
To watch lion cubs at play.
Maybe there are chocolate waterfalls
And the rocks are made of fudge
A tree where a kingfisher calls
Or where nobody can criticise or judge.
In your mind are flowers made of silk
And last forever and ever
The cows produce flavoured milk
Cold with ice for whoever and whenever.
You can visit these things anytime
Just close your eyes and you are there
No rivers to cross, no hills to climb
No parking ticket required , no taxi fare.
It is a free service, provided just for you
Just close your eyes, enjoy what you see
See your fields of green, your skies of blue
Your rivers of chocolate and a butterfly tree.

It does not cost anything
the emotion is totally free
It is everything to be loved
Do you agree with me?
Spare a though this Christmas
for all those that dont have love
Just think what it is like and pray
to the great Lord above.
Pray for those that go without
no love, nothing to make their dreams come true
In this day and age it should not be like this
the only one that can make this change is you.
To be loved is everything, it does not cost much
Just a kind word, a helping hand, anything
Just that helping hand is what they are waiting for
You never know, for them it is everything.

Picture this: salmon coloured coral with tangerine
Bordering an atoll, and fencing it in.
Emerald clear waters blotched with aquamarine
Crystal clear like porcelain.
Fish as red as berries stewed with damson
Or as yellow as a canary made from brass
Some resemble amber blushed with crimson
And roses with sap spilt on the grass.
Picture a kingfisher as blue as the sea
Brick red wings as sharp as blades
He perches on an old olive tree
With bark as black as the ace of spades.
Picture a raspberry ripple sky
Peaches and lemons draped in-between
Fields as gold as a baked cherry pie
And a rainbow settling on the green.

For years, when I was small
I was bullied day in day out.
My so called friend used to wait
throw stones at me and shout.
He used to pinch me till I bled
Call me names which hurt
Belittle me always, I felt small
Push me and rip my skirt.
If I saw him now I would smile
Because I know deep down I won
I now stand strong and victorious
How small he is now his work is done.
I now know he used to be beaten at home
His father ruled him like a rod of iron
It could not have been easy for him
But that is no excuse for the way he behaved.
He took his pain out on me, he could never reveal
Not took me aside and told me of his pain
I would have listened, understood
but he had nothing to give and I nothing to gain.
Bullying is not fair, so talk about it, open up
Stand your ground and tell someone today.
Do not keep this secret locked in, tell someone
Anyone, shout it out, make your pain go away.

She was led away, into the land of peace
Guided gently by the hand of a million butterflies
To a place where sleep is guarded by angels
nobody talks, nobody laughs and nobody cries.
Their wings shone in the moonlight lit by stars
She found her resting place and lay to sleep
an eternal sleep, with beauty all around her
No pain, no hurt, no false promises to keep.
Just pain free, drifting at her own free will
The million butterflies watch over with pride
Her life celebrated on the day of her release
Time will heal the hurt in the living inside.
Time to sleep.  Time to sleep. Everyone goes
this way.  Time to keep our thoughts about us
as we pray for those for whom we weep.

Uncomfortable
That is how I felt
All of my day
When is it going to melt?
When is it going to go away?
Sadness
Came over me
Tears rolled down my face
All of my day
Got to get out of this place.
Show me the way.
Anxiety
Waiting, waiting forever
With snow in my shoe.
All of my day.
What am I going to do?
Dont have to stay.
Peace
Toes warming in front of a fire
My feet are glowing a nice red
I am pleased to say.
Point me in the direction of my bed
It is the end of my day.

There was a smell of Devon violets in the air
And the Pig noticed that there was a gentle breeze.
The Duck seemed to have combed his one lock of hair
And he was preparing to drop to his knees.

He fiddled with his apron trying to ****** it off
He was a funny shade of pale pink and blue.
He started his sentence with a little cough
“My friend, you know how I have feelings for you”.

“Yes, get on with it, what do you want to say”.
Nothing could have prepared to pig for the next bit
“My friend, you are my world, my Doris Day
More precious to me than the chair in which you sit.

“Do you want to go out for a drive?
You should have said earlier on.
Now it is late, it is nearly half past five
Very soon the day will be gone."

The Duck spluttered for him to be quiet
He had now a serious wrinkled beak
He regretted now going on a diet
But alas, he started to speak.

“My friend I have something to ask you, would you
Be so bold as to marry me.”
“What! Screamed the Pig. The subject is taboo”
And suggested that he was barking up the wrong tree.

The Duck went violet and embarrassingly stiff
“I didn’t mean to offend, forget it” and ran top speed.
He wanted to jump off a cliff
But knew e might just bleed.

So he hid for three weeks until his face went pink
He went a bit thin, but survived the humiliation
Hiding gave him time to think
Which only led to frustration?

He had to think of a plan
A rapid plan at that or he was in trouble
I will tell the pig I have become a different man
And that I look like the Duck, a duck double.

Then I will reappear as if nothing is out of place
He will be confused, I will be in the clear
He will say I remember that face
And I will have nothing to fear.

This candle will never quite be the same ever again
I think it is rather tired playing the boring old game
Well If it were able
it would link to a cable
and hey presto it would have an electric flame!

SANGUINE STAINS
It should have been in her veins
But it was spread on the floor.
Seeping and creeping its life away
Under the stairs, under the door.
She held herself, the pain,
Ripping through her soul.
Deeper now, it is midnight
She wants to be left alone
It’s her life her fight.
He stuck the knife in
She clenched her teeth.
The head appeared without force
Unknown it was like her
Capable by her
Produced by her not him.
This life would be stronger than him
But would be better than him.
Somehow she wished he was here
By her side, by the baby’ side.
She looked at the sanguine stain
She had nobody in which she could confide
But the new life, her son, her new life
A Mother, no had begun
Her life, her lie so far had now begun.

They divided it up
Not in equal pieces
A bit too much for him
Too little for her.
In my tea cup
Leaves lie in creases
Loads around the rim
Now in the saucer.
The tea leaves read a story
Told by my fairy godmother.
The tale was rather gory
So I said not to bother.
But it went on, the story I heard
Did not stop, never to cease
I listened hard, a lively tale
A story of my life, with no peace.
But it was a good life
I did not fear or complain
All I wanted was a little peace
to live my life once again.
I will get that chance, in my next to come
When I am a rainbow looking down
My colours will be brighter than some
and I will not wear a frown.
I got my peace, on a golden hill
Where the water laughs
and time stands still.
Yes I got my peace, oh very yes
Where the waters laugh and
time stands still I guess.

This is a true story and it touched my heart.............

A smile shines upon a face
Cracked and parched by the sun
Blistered feet trek in the heat
Carrying water for everyone.
Three hours daily they walk
To a watering hole ***** and crude
Yet still he smiles having no choice
But to bring water to cook food.
Foreigners arrive to lay new pipes
Hope lies now on a wrinkled face
Water gushes from a shiny tap
Drenching life into a dismal place.
Children scream with delight and joy
Sadly they have never splashed before
Tears well in the foreigner’s eye
A shiny tap now means so much more.
A new smile shines upon a face
Pleased that the work has been done
Blistered hands applaud in the heat
At long last the children can have fun.

A fish in a dish
How confusing for him
Still going round and round
at least he can swim.

My Mum kept a garden
A garden of the heart
She planted all the good things
That gave my life a start.
She turned me to the sunshine
And encouraged me to dream
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self- esteem.
And then the winds and rain came
She protected me enough
But not too much because she knew
I’d need to stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example
Always taught me right from wrong
Markers for my pathway
That’ll last a lifetime long
I am my mum’s garden
I am her legacy
And I hope today she feels the love
Reflected back from me

As I stand here
On the edge of time
My seconds falling
Into the sea.
Do not think
Or bring any shame
No link or
No blame
Can be pinned on me.
As
I look through my book of life
Pages empyting into the sea
Do not think
For one moment this is how it should be
You have not begun
You have not won
This game you are playing
Tossing my dreams to the foam and froth.
I am a wife, mother, sister and daughter.
The day I die
I will try to think unlike you.

She sat admiring her nails
Comparing each and every one
But she had chores to do, boring
She sat and wished her chored were gone.

She'd wriggle out of them if she could
and almost every day she pulled it off
Creating excuses left, right and centre
from her finger hurt to a very bad cough.

She bend over and pretend to be sick
just to get out of doing something she ought
But one of these days the little fairy
will definitely end up getting caught.

She just cannot be bothered, let someone do it
she had plenty to do like inspect her nails
But somewhere down the line she should know
that she is slightly going off the rails.

The moral of this fairy story is just simply this
hard work never hurt anyone and that is a fact
Do not let your standards and attitude slip
and what is far worse is getting caught in that act.

Be bothered, be in charge of your goals
Act like you are responsible for what you do and say
Because believe you and me that this is the best
because you feel like you are making the most of the day.

He turned and looked
As she walked the other way
That moment etched in his mind
It's been a nightmare of a day.
His solitary walk back to the car
Her footsteps echoing in his head
Replaying moments of the last few seconds
Going over and over what was said.
He didn't want to end it this way
But she obviously did  He shed a tear
The tear refused to fall, he didn't want to cry
Was this still love, was this brave, was this fear.
Three things spring all at once, so much to take in
Emotions are getting the better of him, that's for sure
Keeping them together, in perspective and within.
That is a hard thing to do when your life is in tatters
Lonely nights, quiet days now followed, every day
He did not want this to get this far on reflection
and now he has to put his hands up and pay.
The final goodbye is etched on his heart forever
She did not even turn to acknowledge his wave
Her confident walk as she floated away hurts
and it is an image in his head he did not want to save.
He kept repeating the phrase, the final goodbye
over and over to himself for the next few weeks
Now everything is so quiet, you can hear a pin drop
the house now moans and the roof creaks.
The final goodbye hurts still and will always hurt
There came a lonely knock at his door, he looked around
So many times tricks have been played with his mind
He wandered slowly to the door and without a sound
he opened the door thinking it was just a prank again
She stood there, his final goodbye had hurt her for a while
She looked for something in his expression, there were no tears
that was good, but there was something, it was a smile.

There lives a fairy at the bottom of my garden
She resides in the third mushroom down
she appears not to have much space you see
but she has the largest fungii in town.

She is a lucky one but does not realise it
I dare say she owns more than most
she has a flower stal to hang her washing on
which is no bigger than a small post.

She is lucky she does not have to pay rent
she reckons she has not mushroom to spread
but you know fairies have such large demands
so another plan is needed here instead.

She is looking to go to another toadstool
which is way too small for her box of tricks
She has her beady eye on another abode
and this time it is made out of bricks.

Like a glass of cloudy beer
It will soon become crystal clear
Unless they have made a mistake
And the situation remains opaque.
But things will become apparent
Plans remain transparent.
But then life is as mad as a box of frogs
When it is raining cats and dogs.

Life’s A Rainbow

Our life is like a colourful conveyor belt
Dealing with a deck of cards dealt
Some of us have a desire to know
What is life like across the rainbow?
Somewhere midpoint beyond the glow
Little bits and bobs are shed from the rainbow.
Coloured confetti for a new man and wife
Big bright balloons for a new life,
In this magic box of tricks
It gets tossed to become a six
Then when the dice is rolled
It disappears into the *** of gold.

Project your thoughts far and high
Thoughts and demons that terrify
Let them go, just let them soar
Push them out through a cold door.
Now dream, dream all day long
Follow that dream as if in song.
Plan, discover and then dream again
Take care of your dreams like old mother hen.
And when thoughts are not what they seem
Relax and search for your favourite dream.

Thank you Sally for making me see sense.