Lies are trapped
trapped in a spiral of untruth
If your daddy hears you talk that
he may just hit the roof.
Up he goes, like a puff of smoke
grey and angry fit to rage.
Best destroy all lies and turn a leaf
start a brand new page.
You dont want your daddy to explode
shooting adverbs right, left and centre.
There dont you feel a sigh of relief
dont things seem slightly better.
I believe they will and do.

It was like watching a butterfly change colour
to match the landscape; rather fetching I thought
Until the poppy bowed its head to avoid fire
in a red lawned field where the heroes fought.
The noise, the flashes and sparks were obvious
a new threat for the red scorched flower
dying a death, remembering again at the eleventh hour.
The petals were crinkled, its life an open book
the wind throws its power to the weather vein
The headstones paraded in rows deserve another look
never do we want to see this horror again,

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.

Sometimes it goes down well sometimes it does not
sometimes is it just best to simply wait
Rushing headlong into something that you have got
Life is just like a bar of the best chocolate.

Life is very much like a box of tricks
Making up for what you lack
Roll the dice and hope for the six
Or will it be King Queen or the Jack

Or is it the ace you are always looking for
This is the card of which I am fond.
It is a pity then that there are only four
Still, there is always the magic wand.

There are times when I could say
"Beam me up" and "take me away"
Send me to another place, not here
Take me to a place where life's queer
Not of this planet, not of the stars
but then would I be on Saturn or Mars.
No I want to be here, where life's tough
where the sand's smooth and rocks rough.
I can take the dark and light
I can manage the day and night
I cant do what they are expecting
No I cant do that.

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.

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.

Do I wonder?
Do I ponder?
Run here, run there,
Fetch this
carry that.
Do this do that
Do I care?
Actually I do.

Lilac and Black
He was in the mine
A deep dark hole
Full of anxiety and sweat.
He was feeling fine
Together and whole
Placing a bet.
When his world caved in
Darkness and worry go together.
Carbon fumes choking
Broke the habit
A dim grey smoke
Filled his space.
His living space
Not much
Oxygen in this place
A bird in a cage
Flew to safety
Whilst it could.
The pit horse sneezed
Refused to move
Its hoof
The roof collapsed.
Place your bets sir
The Devil called out
Odds I win, Evens I win
You lose .

I

I feel rosy
I am pink
With a splash of blue
My eyes are rhubarb
Dotted with iris
My dreams have been bottled
to be released on the moon
Shot through with lilac
With purple hue
My streams lay cold
brazen and brown
The love has grown old
worn down.
Moons have passed and gone by
and the tears I shed for you
are bone dry.

Shuffling along with wrinkles to match the leaves
Both the leaves and the feet were dry and crispy.
Veins, broken down a long time ago now, she knew
the blood wavy like the curls in her hair, thin and wispy.

Her breath was cold, she was icy, no jacket to keep her warm
Her mind had gone together with her dreams
Goodness where they have gone - she knew
she stopped taking her pills, lotions and her creams.

She lived in her own sweet little world, her safe world
just eating, drinking and sleeping when she could.
Whether it be last weeks crust of the bread, she knew
Most of her intake was either mouldy or covered in blood.

She coughed, her icy breath just about holding out in her
Her lungs filling and collapsing with the damp morning air.
She had no idea where she was going she wished she knew
Her family had washed their hands of her, she had no care.

In this day and age, this should be not so, there are many like her
The elderly, the forgotten elderly, they have seen so many things
Are wise and yet know so very little, but she knew
She knew one thing,  loneliness is killing her. It's the misery it brings.

My thoughts soar
Way above my expectations
Not like before
I look into the blue
and I hope he does too.

He went, I stayed
It was his price
that he paid
Looking into the blue
and I hope he did too.

At this time when you have serious bridges to cross
boxes to tick and thing to dot, you come to disbelief
of what has happened, you are now mourning a loss
and all sorts of emotions have entangled with the grief.
You sit and watch the poppies being crushed to a pulp
because you feel angry; the rouge fades to grey
tears are trapped at the back of your throat and you gulp
you don't know what to think and you cannot say.
These thoughts drift in and out of your mind
disrupting  altering, dreams and now cause rage
we carry on, Lord knows how but we do you will find
that things will settle in your mind at a later stage.
Your friend is looking down as a butterfly now
she will always be by your side for a million years
she will drape her wing on your wing
she will iron troubles and get rid of the fears.
She will whisper sweet things to you Elaine
a friend is for life do not forget, this leads the way
but more important to you my friend she will
be walking down the aisle with you on your wedding day.

It is like walking in a mist
an opaque vision is to fear
lost in a fog in your mind
but will things become clear.
Come to a junction in a road
choices are left or right
no straight road is ahead
the decison becomes tight.
stressful, lost in a way unknown
no satellite navigation found
no internet for your mobile phone
there is emptiness all around.
Even the sun does not appear
at least you'd fathom east or west
instead you walk in a dense mist
and all that ou do is your best.

Kiss me sweet lips of the orange
For I am lost in a grove.  I listen
to the tale of the orange blossom.
I examine mackerels across the horizon
and they leave a trail of hope.
Dry bones lie on the ground
Blossom blanketing my hope.
Everything safe and sound
in my heart, my all round periscope
flashes messages in my mind.
I am lost, my inner navigation system
cannot find.
Because I am lost.

Wandering, just aiming
For a bit of this and
A little bit of that.
Pondering about life
Mesmerised by beauty
Trouble and strife
The way of this life now.
And just wondering if
All things were revealed
When I have this and that
Am I lost in a Lilac Field

It is like feeling warm
when there are a few drops of rain
It is that someone listening
when you moan and complain.
Your heart beats to a thousand drums
and the knees steadily knock.
Very often the Earth moves
and then it is as still as a rock.
When there are tears
there is a finger to wipe them away
And that special smile for each other
and there is everything to say.
But three words mean so very much
and nothing could be more true.
Than those special three little words
and you mean it - I love you.

Why is it I can only ever find one glove
Always when there is snow falling from above
Only one I have lost
At my unfortunate cost
One glove, cold hand, spread the love.

It is hearing your name mentioned with a smile
It is comfort, trust, loyalty and special moments to share
Giving your last chocolate button to your loved one
and finally it is being with someone  and you care.

Care is such a big word with so few letters
It means everything and it is filled with love
To love is to care and to care is to love
and especially it means the words in the verse above.

Make sure that you hold these vows in your heart
keep them safe and stick by them, it is your world
Your world would not be the same without these
To keep your happiness you have to keep your word.

He does love me
I hope that he does
Or does he even care?
He is never here
Never there
Love can cruel
Sometimes
He shouts when I'm ill
Which is most of the time
Will it be until
The day I die?
Love can be cruel
Sometimes.
He is always sorry afterwards
Sorry is such a petty excuse
Take another pill
I say I am fine
Love can be cruel
Sometimes.
Is he bullying me
For his own self satisfaction
If he is then that is wrong
Love can be cruel
Sometimes.
They say one has to be cruel
to be kind
Who on earth thought that one up
Love can be cruel
Sometimes.
I know they love me
In a strange sort of way
I cant help being ill
They know that
So where is the love
Sometimes?

Look deeply into her eyes
Tell her how attractive they are
They are the windows to her soul
Capture moonbeams in a jar.
Collect the rainbows in a bag
Sprinkle life's happiness on top
and you have it all in one hand
and she wont want it to stop.
Gather rose petals, sweeter than sweet
Leave these in a trail facing the same way
They must be all the same shade of red
and be very careful what you say.
For only romantic words are allowed
Words that will capture your heart
Love has now been planted deeper than deep
and its true you will never be apart.

I am on my again
in my flat cap and vest
Love has flown
my well kept nest.

It is that time again
to don my Sunday best
Love has returned
Yes you have guessed

Love came.

A thousand fairies were dancing
all through this one particular night.
Hanging moonbeams and ribbons on an Oak Tree
in pretty bows making sure they were tight.

There were white ribbons, pink and blue
all of which were dancing in the breeze.
Fairies everywhere, flitting in and out
dodging the acorns and little lemon leaves.

All but one fairy, who stood rigid and very still
Reflecting on her life for a brief moment
then lost her footing slowly and surely
and then began the roll downhill

She was rolling trapped in a fast spin
collecting buttercups in her hair
finally she came to an sudden halt
she found herself in a lacy, white square.

"Oh what have we here, dreams do come true"
thought the long legged, hairy spider
"And look,  she has flowers in her hair,
she will be known as my buttercup rider".

"She is tiny, oh so frail, the spider was entranced
His heart now was awash with so much love
The Lord has answered my prayer at long last
this is what I have always dreamed of.

My beautiful little friend, and it is so lonely here
trapped in my web of deceit and silence
The fairy now came to with a look of horror
"Oh little one, I do not offer you any offence"

My legs, do not be scared, they are hairy I know
but they can offer you so very much
I can massage you, feed you, and hold your hand
all in one go, I have the sweetest of a loving touch.

I can spin you the very finest silk
and make for you the finest fairy gown
I will gather berries from the forest
and make you the perfect crown.

Because you are my Queen and I am your King
I will bring you everything, we'll never be apart
Do not wince at my rather ugly exterior
for inside of me beats a romantic heart.

I will worship you, everyday you will have fresh flowers
I will bring you sunshine on a rainy day
But the fairy was long gone by now and all she heard
was the lonely scream from the spider "please stay!"

Opens doors for me, of course he does.
He is there for me, come what may.
He is my husband and my very best friend
He is my love in the old fashioned way.

A gentle squeeze of the hand
A blushing cheek meets his eye
His heart aches, her cheeks blush
Like cherries in a hot pink pie.
He kisses her face, on the side
of her itsy bitsy nose.
She giggles, plays into his hands
Which is holding a **** rose.
His blood rushes round,
he enquires of her intention
She looks at her diary, free  next week
the next day does not get a mention.
Disappointment darkens the hour
He fiddles with his tie
She grabs his tie and pulls him closer
and her wet sparkly lips taste of cherry pie.
So sweer the embrace, so full of "I want more"
She relaxes, his hand slides down
and unlocks the key of the door.
That key is stiff he thought
better loosen the grip
She pants, he blushes and
finally reveals her little slip.
So silky, so divine, it falls to the floor
So passionate, so forgiving
and she bolts hastily through the door.
"Come back" he shouts, but she has gone
"Not likely" she retorts, what's your game?
He is confused, as men usually are
"But I thought you wanted the same".
Men and women are from two planets
Men from Zog and women from mars.
Men, well we cant do without them
their annoying habits and love of cars.
Women, we are good stuff, I have to say
But at the end of the day, we're all the same
We like our love in the old fashioned way.

Sheltering under an umbrella
with the one that I love
gives me absolutely no
reasons at all to complain.
The constant drips from above
the umbrella held quite low
but then this is love in the rain.

The cool air rushes against our clenched hands
his fingers comforting my gentle palm
The support, the care oozes from his fist
I know that I am safe away from all harm.

We watch the oil form in puddles in the street
we are huddled in a corner watching time go by
Waiting for the rain to stop, the sun to reappear
Waiting with love in our heart for the blue sky.

He reaches for my face and draws me near
nearer to his sweet lips so warm. I like the taste
the taste of his sweet kiss under the umbrella
Love in the rain, oh yes, we must make haste.

We hear thunder clap its hands, the light show begins
The orchestra in the sky threatens more of the same
The black curtains fling shut, drama is imminent
and I definitely am in love in the rain.

Love is ..........
Love is sheltering from the rain
Together remembering not to complain
Making every little thing worthwhile
Changing sad times with a smile.
Love is learning to accept mistakes
Knowing when to put on the brake
When annoying habits come to light
Especially loud snoring at night.
Love is all about sharing, caring and acceptance
And of course it is all about romance.
Love is about trust. A must to survive
To keep the relationship alive.
Love is learning to forgive, starting again
When an argument sends stuff down the drain.
Holding each other, protecting and laughter
Giggling under the sheets, looking after
Each other when things go wrong.
Love is breaking into your favourite song
In the car when snow melts falling from above
Gently once more falling deeper in love.

The day you placed
Upon my finger, a ring
I realised then and I know now
Love is a beautiful thing.
You said I am pretty
Like a butterfly’s wing
My world is colourful because
Love is a beautiful thing.
You make my world rock
You make my heart sing
You are amazing in every way
And love is a beautiful thing.
You are my soul mate and
You to me are my everything.
I can’t live without you
Love is a beautiful thing.
My things are precious
My love is for you is real
These things I have said are beautiful
And this is exactly how I feel.

Love is a Beautiful Thing

The day you placed
Upon my finger, a ring
I realised then and I know now
Love is a beautiful thing.
You said I am pretty
Like a butterfly’s wing
My world is colourful because
Love is a beautiful thing.
You make my world rock
You make my heart sing
You are amazing in every way
And love is a beautiful thing.
You are my soul mate and
You to me are my everything.
I can’t live without you
Love is a beautiful thing.
My things are precious
My love is for you is real
These things I have said are beautiful
And this is exactly how I feel.

He gently taps my finger
then raises my hand to his lips
Love is all that I have left
and it comes from my finger tips.
I stroke his hair, hair runs freely
like our souls are knotted in two
Love is all I have to give
bad times and words are far and few.
He looks into my green eyes
his blue ones staring into my being
a warmth is held in my heart tonight
the love in me shows no sign of fleeing.
We are a couple who have been in love
for it seems a million years or more
married from sweethearts so much in love
until they close the final door.
Love is all that I have left to give
he knows that and so do I
I love him to the moon and then back
orbiting each star a few times in the sky.
I love him more than there are blades of grass
or more than each tiny spec of sand
I know that he loves me because
he kissed the fingers on my hand.

When you look for love
it is never there.
It hides
you have to find it.
And that is the best bit.
Searching
It is a complicated process.
Your eyes meet.
The hand strokes playfully the hair.
Enticing.
Exciting isn't it.
Then the drum goes off in your soul.
It beats slowly at first.
Then it has a thirst for more
so it quickens.
Then the beats turn to butterflies.
You have imaginary fluttering like wings
stroking your insides.
They are making a confirmation to your brain.
The soul approves.
The eyes flutter copying the wings of the butterfly.
Then the brain goes into overdrive.
And out come the words.
Shoot out.
And there is it the "L" word.
I love you comes out
That was not hard.

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.

I can cheerfully say
my life would be empty without you.
The days would drag themselves along
every little thing you say, each thing you do
my heart rejoices and breaks into song.
My heart sings just for you, it beats just for you
Loving you is easy, I fall weak at my knees
Without you the day would be hard to get through
there would be no sunshine  no leaves on the trees.
The seas would run dry, streams turning to sand
there would be no tears left for me to cry,
I would no longer hold you by the hand
No fish in my pan for me to fry.
The days would be without time
There would be emptiness all around
My lemon would be looking for its lime
and the radio would be without sound.
I would live in a silenced world day by day
No song, no birds to whistle that is true
I can imagine I would have nothing to say
I will stay for the end of time, I think in loving you.

A card is sent through the post
it has been sealed with a loving kiss
there are a million butterflies in his hand
that image I would not need to miss;
Onemillion butterflies would not fit in my palm
I would imagine all that would do is wriggle
It would be an impossible situation for me
because I know that all I could do is giggle.
I take nothing so seriously not even the love
loving you was easy back then but now it is not
Complications have hit the melting *** and boiled over
I think I need a bigger and a stronger ***.
It is hard work listening to you now; I dont want to try
because all that you think about is yourself and that is tough
If I sit it out all night long then I know I would cry
and the situation would go from worse to rough.
t would not be so bad if you believed in what I said
Yet you cant bear to not have me around
You turn vent your anger in everything I do
but in your temper and your anger I drowned.
There is no longer a me, I do not exist
i am but a shadow on the new page
I would like to be the sunshine and Im working on that
which would make a change and drown out your rage.
Live long, have fun, take care and all the rest
Do not kiss my fingers any more they are not your
I wish you  a good life, take care and all the best.

Since the day we very first met
my heart skipped one single beat
Now it plays a merry love tune
when we decide to meet.

That meeting is every day, almost
when life is nothing but pure bliss
Love plays tunes all of the day
even when I am planted a kiss.

When the moon calls me to my bed
you are there to hold my hand all night
You are there when my eyes close
and when they open at light.

Forever and a day I will love you always my dear
When the hearts beat slowly and the poem has no rhyme
I will cherish you in my heart and dreams
because that comes with loving you for a lifetime.

The first apple to fall is not necessarily the best.

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.

Unexpected, excited and alert
Roll down the curtain
Let the magic begin.
A wave of the wand
A flash of a light
A roll of a drum
Crash bang wallop in front of yourself
The magic was performed.
How?
When?
One asks oneself?
Magic exists my friend.