Hunting in the recess of one’s mind
Combing through the shelves and drawers
Looking for some truth to be found
Searching behind hidden doors.

Delving, waiting, and then what is to be
My mind cannot take any more
Piles of ******* useless information stored
Like piles of unwashed laundry on the floor.

Found the information that I need
Scanned and then do I trust what is there.
Shove it where I found it once again
At this precise moment I don’t think I care.

Secret passages
Hidden stairs
Traps for fools
or anyone that cares.
Doorways that squeak
In the middle of the night
Met a pale white thing
Didn't half give me a fright.
With cobwebs in its hair
and sockets without eyes
For best scared person this year
well that's my prize.
Secrets whistling
along corridors unused.
Lights switching on and off
whether or not they're fused.
Howling, screaming
and plenty of groaning
Tears and perspiration
and enough of my moaning.
It is that day tomorrow again
when broomsticks fly like magic.
Pumpkins, Jack O' Lantern
and anything else tragic.
Ghosts, spirits, sheets with holes in
Witches banging on the front door.
Little children dressed like princesses
flour and eggs all over the floor.
I love it.

Six carrier bags, a handbag and an umbrella as well
My pockets are full of receipt, it is like a living hell.
Tempers are boiling, my blood pressure’s sky high
Feet are throbbing and I am ready to cry,
My mind had gone blank k and my clothes are a mess
What I look like is anyone’s guess.
My face is without make up and my hair need a comb
What I would really like to do is to go on home.
But I have to keep going, I have to shop
If I stand in one more queue I will drip.
My feet are now yelling that they hate me
And all that I need now is a good cup of tea.
My time is spent in the endless queue
And I am desperately searching for a gap to squeeze through.
I am talking to stranger with a diplomatic smile
All stood like robots in a single file.
Next year, I think U will save my precious time that I get
And do all my shopping on the world wide web the internet.

O Lord, I made a mistake today
A mistake which I am ashamed of.
I would give anything to repay
those that I have done wrong against.
O Lord, today I was very selfish
I put myself first instead of others
My head is bowed, my heart is heavy
With shame against my sisters and brothers.
Dear Lord, help me to see the error of my ways
help me to put the right words forward.
Help me, oh please help me, for I am scared
in case my path turns messy and awkward.
I will think of others, before myself in future
for who am I to put myself first.
Just a lonely old soul in the darkest of depth
with hunger and a raging thirst.
A passio to do what is right
A desire to please all that I meet
A wanting to help all that I can
a need to be perfect and complete.
All that I want lord is to be loved.
All that I need Lord is the desire to fit in
therefore Lord, I am not a selfish individual
But a person with a want for the good life to begin.

It is indeed a month to remember
As we headlong into October
The spiders creep in our door
and there seems to be more and more
At least the wasps are gone in September.

Fruit and nuts that are gathered are vast
Apples for cider are falling fast
Conkers and acorns
Cabbages and sweet corns
It is my favourite month at last.

Get the trowel out
Im piling it on thick
Sequins and the glitter
and the red lipstick.
Slap it all on
To paint the town red
When the evening is over
I shall smear it on the bed.

She was indeed an Angel
and she had wings
She brought good to all
and always did nice things.

She Was Poor
She was poor, a serious lack of finance
But she loved that dress all in pink
And all she wanted to do was to dance
Skate and dance at the Ice Rink.
She knew she could do it, she just knew
It as if she was built with wings to fly
She’d show them what she could do
If only she had the opportunity to try.
She returned home with tears in her eye
Who could she ask for help and persuade
She went to sleep with a very deep sigh
Dreaming of dancing on a nice shiny blade.
The new morning came and it came with news
She had been sent a parcel, a large one at that
She scrambled to open it, could it be new shoes
Or was it a big box for a rather large hat?
No it wasn’t – it contained a pair of blades
For dancing at the local ice rink
She put them on before her dream fades
And imagined she had that dress in pink.

She had a tough time
growing up amongst men.
She wondered about dreams
when she had time, now and then.
She wandered not very far
through the bracken underfoot.
Her feet ached from standing
and were as black as soot.
She longed for romance
she longed for someone to care
to feel like a princess for a day
but had nothing to wear.
Her brothers heard her dreams
in the dead of one lonely night
They found they had some funds
to help their sister's plight.
They disappeared for a day or two
she began to worry where they'd gone.
They returned with bags full of things
and urged her to try the "things" on.
She peeped inside one of the bags
and tears welled in her eye.
For inside was a pair of pretty shoes
and she began to wonder why.
The second bag nearly knocked her off
her tiny little feet s as to speak.
She gently opened the bag just a bit more
to have a second reassuring peak.
She observed lace little shiny beads and
hearts embroidered on the sleeve.
She covered her mouth with her cupped hands
and she could not or dared not even believe.
She had never in her life seen such a pretty dress
it shone from yoke to the hem.
She gently smoothed against her skin
and laid it down again.
Her brothers watched with smiles and tears
their sister was fit for any prince they thought.
She wore white that day all of the day
and was very grateful what they had bought.

Looking from a distance
Above and beyond
Is there life somewhere else
and would they ever respond.
I sit and watch the shooting star
zooming across the midnight sky
Wondering where it came from
and how, and when and why.
Has it seen stuff that would make
our hair just curl up and die?
Or is it just innocent and youthfull
and just simply passing Earth by.
They are perhaps life's little secret
Maybe moonbeams do float in a jar
Perhaps we shall never know the answer
of the mystery of the shooting star.

This little man
Will do all he can
To eat all his beans
And avoid his greens.
For him it is considered beneath
To keep clean his teeth.
There is little hope
Of owning a bar of soap.
To let an evening pass
He would roll in wet grass.
Then to get himself in gear
Knock back four pints of beer.
He has been told “elf”
Take a look at yourself
You have got yourself to blame
You have brought much shame.
You must go through a door
And find it in yourself to explore.
So it was that he became irritable
With the thought of eating a vegetable
He knew he was quite snappy
But what would make him happy?
Slow breathing in and out
Just made him want to shout
Who would want to embrace?
His ugly little face?
So he had a choice
Led by a comforting voice
Choose which door
He needs to explore.
Go through the door of red
Where one stayed in bed and just ate bread
Or the door painted green
He would get himself clean
Or go through the door marked blue
Find out what he is addicted to.
That thought was just plain crazy
He knew he was lazy.
He was the little man with a very short shelf
Plonked on a label branded a very lazy elf.

This little man
Will do all he can
To eat all his beans
And avoid his greens.
For him it is considered beneath
To keep clean his teeth.
There is little hope
Of owning a bar of soap.
To let an evening pass
He would roll in wet grass.
Then to get himself in gear
Knock back four pints of beer.
He has been told “elf”
Take a look at yourself
You have got yourself to blame
You have brought much shame.
You must go through a door
And find it in yourself to explore.
So it was that he became irritable
With the thought of eating a vegetable
He knew he was quite snappy
But what would make him happy?
Slow breathing in and out
Just made him want to shout
Who would want to embrace?
His ugly little face?
So he had a choice
Led by a comforting voice
Choose which door
He needs to explore.
Go through the door of red
Where one stayed in bed and just ate bread
Or the door painted green
He would get himself clean
Or go through the door marked blue
Find out what he is addicted to.
That thought was just plain crazy
He knew he was lazy.
He was the little man with a very short shelf
Plonked on a label branded a very lazy elf.

It is with a split decision
the brain disconnecting vision.
Relying and possibly hoping
I didn't mention coping!
Imagine it, but can we?
Sight through a kaleidoscope
Chances wouldn't be huge
Life has no parking brake
the vision is just so opaque.
No red and no green
Nothing to be seen
Just a long dark alley
though one's mind.

Silence Will Be My Best Friend

Never again will I say what I think
It is as bad as being condemned.
In future my thoughts will be in my head
And silence will be my best friend.

Never again will I say what I think
It is as bad as being condemned.
In future my thoughts will be in my head
And silence will be my best friend.

As the temperature in the room
Changes from red to blue
And the bread alters to become glue
My heart splits and is broken.
Silently they came, without hesitation
Initially with just a token
I was armed with a question
And silently they came.
Take away, they took away
And now the blood in my veins
Rings true and the mood
In my brain becomes blue.
Nothing was spoken, and
Silently they came.

Like a wisp of the wind
Silently she treads
Delicately like a snail
Leaving its silky threads
On a winding trail
Scars from a battle
She fought years gone by
Hiding behind red socks
Pulled up tight and high
There is blood on the rocks
Snatched from her oul
A gentle reminder
Of the trail and the thread
And of her stockings
As so silently she treads.

Tears flow
they will flow silently forever
Anger grows
that will grow forever too
A silent tear falls to its mercy
Splashes in the lap of the fallen
An angel calls, tears fall steadily
Wearily, the angel returns
with a silent tear as we weep.

All day he nibbles, and for Sunday lunch
does nothing but crunch and then munch.
The caterpillar, as strong as an ox
as sly as the old red fox on a Christmas box.
He wants all the trimmings like roasted beef
to munch with his white cabbage leaf.
But what on earth does that matter
all he wants to do in life is to get fatter.
But then the fairy of everything good brings
me a beautiful butterfly with silky wings.

A Ten word poem

Silver hopes for a gold day
Keep dreaming I think.

Oh it swirls around
Words merging into one
One mix of loveliness
When the day is done.
Singing a song in my sweet head
Blood pumping to the beat
My heart is that drum
and my toes tap on my feet.
If I did not have this
This facility, this tune
I would be a shambles
a fading light in a moon.
My day would be dark
filled with worries and the like
No hopes or dreams imaginable
No bell to ring on the bike.
No stars would shine,
No glories to be
Just worries that are mine
But I dont have that
I have a song to sing
A star to shine
a bell to ring.
I have hope and I have glory
My dreams are about to happen
I have an end to my story.
I have a song to sing.

My voice booms like a loud speaker in a tight space
My rib cage hurts from the sound coming from my face
My knees are  knocking with a knock that brings a smile
I am singing unnoticed if only just for a short while.

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.

The liberty bodice
With buttons galore
The many skirts to impress
That sticky out dress.
The red lips, the curly hair
The special wave knocked in
One’s Elvis style quiff.
One sniff, one night
One lift tonight
The jive, the hand shake
The gentleman sir at the gate.
The shoes, the stockings,
The pencil seam on the calf
How the other half
Live, they jive.

Oh what it would be to close my eyes
and just go to a silent sleep.
But all I seem to achieve is staring into space
frustration takes over and I just weep.

Give a smile, go on
You know that you want to
It is the right thing to do
Smile and the world
Smiles back at you.

The news arrived via E-Mail
The fog draped heavy in the wood
The message read “Snail For Sale”
None of the creatures understood.
Their tiny minds had gone blank
The fog had trapped the bluebells
Perhaps it was some mad prank
Nothing round their forest sells.
The ants thought today’s climate dense
The fog had started to clear
Most of them sat on the fence
Trust the ants to interfere.
They wondered what the buyer would give
The fog had now gone.
And where would the snail live
They hadn’t considered that one.
The snail slithered past “vacancy To Let”
With a bit of a smile on his face.
He is out for all he can get
He is just renting the place!

The news arrived via E-Mail
The fog draped heavy in the wood
The message read “Snail For Sale”
None of the creatures understood.
Their tiny minds had gone blank
The fog had trapped the bluebells
Perhaps it was some mad prank
Nothing round their forest sells.
The ants thought today’s climate dense
The fog had started to clear
Most of them sat on the fence
Trust the ants to interfere.
They wondered what the buyer would give
The fog had now gone.
And where would the snail live
They hadn’t considered that one.
The snail slithered past “vacancy To Let”
With a bit of a smile on his face.
He is out for all he can get
He is just renting the place!

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.

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.

I thought I heard a chilly silence in the dead of the night
I tiptoed cautiously and opened the cold curtain
From what I can gather everything has turned white
I was rather sleepy and I could not have been certain.

But in the morning it was revealed I was right
everywhere was draped in a blanket of snow
looking so crisp, magical and glistening with light
I crept back to the warmth of the bed away from the window.

I pulled the sheets and blankets over my head
tucked into the silence and comfort once again
snuggled in the land of dreams in my bed
listening to the wind whistling through the window pane.

Far away from home
from anywhere
just need my phone
and need to be there
where is everybody?
why am I the only one?
I need somebody
where have you all gone?
Talk to me
please wall, please speak
I know what you see
someone who is weak
Im just alone and afraid
no one that I can call
the difficulties I made
are the worst of all
I hear footsteps in the hall
I hear a cold silent breath
Am I imagining it all
have I faced death?
The ghost of a silent shadow
beams down on my soul
I am buried in a meadow
that was my goal.

I sit and I have nobody
around me
I go and see someone
to someone who is there
There is a strong word
nobody to care there
Care is an unknown world
where I sit where there is nobody
So alone, in my world, so alone.

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.

They say things
and they wonder why we laugh
Because we have to giggle
just now and then.
See the funny side
and there is one.
Just open up your chuckle muscles
to the world
let rip, let the tears of laughter flow
Just let go.
Loosen up
let go of worries
they will come back
but in a better light
just laugh like you have never laughed before
smile the biggest grin on earth
show those sparkly white teeth
go on have a good giggle.
It will be infectious.
Smile and the whole world smiles with you.
Try it. Do it now.  See it works. Im smiling.
Now im giggling.  Now I am howling with laughter.
Are you?

Sometimes we all want peace and quiet
Sometimes we all wish to shout
Sometimes we all need someone
Sometimes that offer is in doubt.
Doubt is such an ugly word
A word where there is no trust
To have that trust in someone
Is as absolute must.
But maybe sometimes that someone
Does not wish to be about
Maybe that someone sometimes is in doubt
Putting that word to one side
Maybe he or she wants to confide
Because maybe someone shouts sometimes
And sometimes that someone is deep inside.

Sometimes we all want peace and quiet
Sometimes we all wish to shout
Sometimes we all need someone
Sometimes that offer is in doubt.
Doubt is such an ugly word
A word where there is no trust
To have that trust in someone
Is as absolute must.
But maybe sometimes that someone
Does not wish to be about
Maybe that someone sometimes is in doubt
Putting that word to one side
Maybe he or she wants to confide
Because maybe someone shouts sometimes
And sometimes that someone is deep inside.

Sometimes we all want peace and quiet
Sometimes we all wish to shout
Sometimes we all need someone
Sometimes that offer is in doubt.
Doubt is such an ugly word
A word where there is no trust
To have that trust in someone
Is as absolute must.
But maybe sometimes that someone
Does not wish to be about
Maybe that someone sometimes is in doubt
Putting that word to one side
Maybe he or she wants to confide
Because maybe someone shouts sometimes
And sometimes that someone is deep inside.

A few black holes and plenty of stars
No smog, no wars and definitely no cars
No speed cameras, no road signs
No road works to contend with, no lines
No road rage, no right of way
a distinct difference from light of day.
Whether in your rocket or buggy for one
space is just empty from when time began.
Microwaves screaming "melt me"
no hidden monsters in a fake tree.
They are out there waiting for you
just ask the Cling Ons, Dr Spock or Dr Who.

Sparkling like lemonade
The spider clings to what it's made.
Through the icy blue haze
A web glistens and it stays.
Frozen in space flies stay still
The temperature drops to an icy chill
Mist freezes and develops into fog
Confusing the path of the hedgehog.
It bumps into bubbles around the drain
Popping them with spikes which feels like rain.
The Fairy ring is always at the bottom of the lane
Without it the street would not be the same.
And this is where the blackbird sings.
It's early morning and another day begins.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Funny sitting on my perch
next to someone like you.

It is funny also
I see your beak move up and down
But you are speechless
and I wear a frown.

This shiny thing is in the way
move closer to me.
The funny little bird confused
and what he can see.

Dont understand this he thought
Strange powers at work here.
Perhaps if I kiss this little bird
it will all become very clear.

Oh she is hard like glass
My beak is now crinkled and sore
I gave her a big kiss on her beak
and I wont be going back for more.

I'm like the wind
rushing brushing leaves against my will
until I find
I'm spiralling
into a never never land
without demand, without the real me.
Just disappearing down my own little drain
I shall not complain but just disappear.

You are my ink
In my fountain pen
Organising my life
Back together again.
I am the paper
On which you write
Clicking on spell check
To see you have it right.
My life seems perfect
I notice your ink has gone
I have no more paper
So it’s back to square one

I used to stand, dreaming
I could win that brown bear
Only takes three darts, top scores
To win, at the local fair.
Or a fish, I would have liked that
An orange thing in a plastic bag
Or hook-a-duck, a chance to win
Perhaps a new toy or wave a flag.
The smell of onions frying all day
Hot crispy potato skins enticing
The unmistakable aroma of doughnuts
With different kinds of icing.
The thrill and fear of the ghost train
With dangley things in your face
Screams, sighs, a creepy hand touching
I loved that very creepy place.
The helter skelter, skimming on a mat
Winding to the bottom with a smile
Then queuing for ages once again
Strangers in a single file.
The fair, money for this and that
Oh I wanted that teddy bear.
Eventually I got him, my new friend
Sitting there with his short brown hair.
A reminder of days when fun was fun
Screeches, screams and music very loud
They’d play the number one in the charts
To a very approving fun loving crowd.
So with my short lived fish in a bag
My bear and tummy full of candy floss
My pockets with no money just tissues
Smeared with onions and tomato sauce.
I’d head back home, looking over my shoulder
The lights, the atmosphere nothing can compare
Dodgems, rides that made you feel sick
But that’s okay at the local funfair.