Oooohhh, it is in my mouth
the silky hidden pure treasure
Velvet trickles down my throat
it is an ultimate pleasure.
Brow, milky and smooth
Like  chocolate river.
Perish the thought
My secret stream of gold
I was thinking I ought
before it gets too cold
to buy chocolate.

A powder puff full of sugar dangled from the blue
a surge of milk swept across the sky
A could not count the chocolate drops, there were a few
as they appeared from nowhere and drifted on by.
The chocolate appeared to be coloured,  very nice
All the colours of the rainbow before my very eyes
My lips were very moist and my tongue paid the price
I was not an angel but the naughty angel in disguise.
I could not help myself, I broke a bit of the rainbow
it snapped quite easily and I held it in my hand
Well, I suppose the bit I broke off was destined to go
in my mouth, I have got to say the taste was grand.
It tasted like Heaven on Earth, that is all I can say
Like someone had placed 24 carat gold melted treasure
I could have stayed at that moment forever and a day
I floated, I laughed with extreme well deserved pleasure.
It was like being lifted into the clouds to taste the rain
Like sipping the cold waters from the first drop to the last
it was like running to kingdom come and then back again
I was in my own little world having my own little blast.
My chocolate rainbow, sent from the rain and sunshine
Mixed with milk, love and honey made by Royal Bees
The day I will remember for the rest of my days is mine
it brought me hope it gave me smiles and took me to my knees.

You can always rely on Santa to put on a good show
Bringing Christmas trees with the lights all aglow
But I have to admit
When the lights are lit
It turns into magical land complete with snow.

Half a pound of sweeties, all shades of your choice
Drape a couple of teddy bears around for luck
Light some fragrant candles and relax
You will be surprised how little time it took.
Pour hot melted smooth milk chocolate
into little piles topped with fudge and toffee
find the cream all whipped just waiting ready
and sit right down with a cup of steaming coffee

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.

Sitting closely to the lavender
Who looks to the mackerel sky
Right next to the bird feeder
And has a golden twinkle in its eye
Is the tiny Forget Me Not, bluer than blue
With a tiny black dot.
Sheltering under the striped bamboo
In a cool shady spot.
She knows a thing or two
She comes back here twice a year
Its roots buried with the Yew
Where no gardener can interfere.
When the sun appears
And the clouds soften
After the rain clears
Which is not that often.
The Forget Me Not will remember
When the dark nights fall
It will be watching by the wall.
In early September

It is
a
Wonderful Place
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.

A Fairy sat high in the trees
Rocking and holding her knees
she let out a cough
accidentally fell off
and landed in a bed of sweet peas.

The salty spray
Crashing to the shore
Takes my breath away
I want to see more.
The coastline curves
Around the glorious bay
The beach huts serve
The finest cafe au lait.
Crunching pebbles underfoot
Sand in-between my toes
Forgetting the time it’s took
But then nobody knows.
Knows my whereabouts
Where I have been
Cannot hear my shouts
Or hear me scream
I’m joined by a lone gull
I offer him to share my lunch
In two seconds flat our space was full
Of hungry beaks eager to munch.
I enjoyed their company
Although I couldn’t hear myself think
There was that many
Birds fighting to eat and drink.
They eventually flew
They had other plans I could see
They had found someone new
And had finished with me.
I cared not a jot now and explored
The ragged coastline to the new town.
Rusty red boats were moored
Next to new ones clad in brown.
Ropes twisted, knotted and tied
Holding fast against the afternoon swell
The time suggests the incoming tide
My walk was over by order of the bell.

There was once a woman that ate cheese
She thought it kept away disease.
But apart from being old
It was very icy cold
because she kept it in the deep freeze.

Splash the prussian blue through clear H2O
A tiny touch of fresh lemon and wait for it to go
absolutely spectacular, mad as a hatter, wow.
The pigment disperses for all it is worth
The results are amazing like nothing on earth.
On a wet piece of watercolour paper taped down
drop from a wet paintbrush a touch of deep brown
Then add a nice bright shade of transparent ink
Anything from a scarlet to a permanent pink.
The scattering of colour is an explosion of rainbows
Browns, ochres and rouge combine into **** glows.
Drop any shade onto damp paper and another
and you will hav your mind blown away to some other
colour dimension.  It is addictive, best you have seen
Complimentary colours like the red and the green.
Try it and you will say wow.

Colours are never in short supply
Nature’s wonder and is absolutely free.
From a show stopping azure and apricot sky
To a burgundy and emerald sea.
A walk in the woods on a crisp Autumn day
The bluebells in a mauve and lavender wood.
Rich red colours of a raspberry sorbet
Making our mouth water the way it should.
Lemons and tangerines dripping in a Spanish field
Blue Sapphires, topaz and amber in the sunlight
Tropical fish;  their iridescence revealed
Once trapped in the opaque frothy white.
Colours are awash in my mind
Flooding my head
Bringing life like a sharp citrus rind
Making me blush like a pink rose bed.

Turning the cylinder,
with fragments of colour
exciting colours,
never ending excitement
an array of some hope
That was then this is now
an I still turn my cylinder
but the colours have faded
over the years, faded for the better
because my Lord I can cope
I can see, I can breathe, I am alive
just like the colours of my dreams.

COLOURS

The lemon yellow ascends into view
Rubies merge with a cool aquamarine
The sea changes to become a deep sapphire blue
And the frothy clouds are violet and cream.

Later the sun sets to a burnt tangerine
Iridescent sands sparkle like diamonds on a peach
The sea alters to become a calm emerald green
And the sun has disappeared far beyond reach.

Colours To Enjoy Till I’m Old
It is enough to make one’s heart sink
Wandering around amongst the blue
Greens, lavender and pink
Rose trellises to wander through.
Lilacs, forget-me-nots,
However could I?
Poppies with spots
As red as a cherry pie.
Daisies as yellows as brass
Sweet petals intoxicating my nose
Sweet perfume of freshly cut grass
And the delicate smell of a summer rose.
Heavenly, I am in heaven
Different aromas every second
Even the perfect petals run even
Nature’s wonder has beckoned.
Along my path where butterflies meet
Warming their wings against the wall
Absorbing the midday heat
Nothing worrying them at all.
Bees gather pollen eager to work
Their tiny legs carrying a heavy load
Packing in the pollen like a busy clerk
Storing each bit by colour code.
The ***** and the Violet
Well doesn’t everyone love them?
The tiny red Robin, the sky’s mad pilot
Christmas’s little scarlet gem.
The ivy and the holly
But where are they?
Berries as golden as the tea on the trolley
And as shiny fit for the Christmas bouquet.
They are waiting, in the wings
Ready for their time of the year
When everything dies, up it springs
Nothing to dread, nothing to fear.
Snow, bring it on, let the ice cover the ground.
Rich berries for the bird’s release
Their goodness, plenty to be found.
Nuts for the squirrels, food for the season.
Colours of Autumn, yellows and gold
Giving me every good reason
To enjoy life till I am old.

The dog admired himself in a puddle
"I have a glow like nothing ever before"
Different colours are about my being
He stirred the puddle with his paw for more.

He did not stop to realise why he had oil
smeared around his claws on his paw
He was so deep in thought about mystical science
he had no idea about the luck of the draw.

"Too clever for my worth I deserve to be human
They would cross my paw, sorry palm with money
He was now a bit confused, his brain's not that big
and he was back dreaming of milk and honey.

Or rather bones and a big chunky steak
to satisfy his hungry tummy, he's such a size.
To complicate matters, he is on a dried food diet
which has come as a complete surprise.

It was an offer at the supermarket that won the deal
"That is not food" -poking it with his paw in his dish
He searched for gravy - there was none, dried up like the puddle
Now he was searching for a wand to wave to get his wish.
To complicate matters, there was not one.

It is raining but not as we know it
Raining moon beams and stars
Shooting across the night sky
Colourful rainbows in the dead of night
A jet engine had waxed burners
etching the dark revealing colour
Like a finger nail scratching the board
a painted dark board with wax beneath.
The sky, lined with violet and crimson
lime and yellow, a show for occasions
But it is an event especially for my friend
My life long friend, who is always in my heart.
The message in the sky reads like this.
Happy Anniversary to my friends Liz and John
May your day be filled with colourful confetti.

It was morning, a miserable morning
One that was over in a flash
Suddenly without any warning
He decided to count the cash.

This sent him into an instant flap
He fiddled nervously with a saucepan lid
This was definitely some sort of trap
Wondered what the outcome would be if he hid.

“Young man, come here” the Manager shouted
Something appears to be missing.
His crinkled lips was now pouting
And his throat had started hissing.

“He does not trust me” he thought
After all the things I have done for him.
He was frantically hiding the things he had bought
And envisaged the situation looking grim.

A stash of cake and jam, lemon curd and honey
Silver nice things that he liked to buy.
He was not used to handling money
So he had a day practising how to buy.

It is not his fault if he spent the lot
He thought that they had loads more.
The amount he had spent had been forgot
Well his investments were banked offshore.

He did not want to upset his ten year bond
And his thousands were doing very well.
The extra noughts of which he was fond
And his shares he did not want to sell.

He was never aware of his wealth
Obviously did not know about being poor
He never worried about money or health
But alas the Manager was now crying on the floor.

His greed was now not nice
Maybe he should come clean and reveal his stash
His greed had definitely made him pay the price
He offered just five thousand and the rest of his cash.

The night fell silent
lace and legs from spiders lay waiting
to confuse my mind
play with my being
A crackle and a snap was heard
in my past or my future
I dare not think
the crackle was orange, glowing like a fire
snapping twigs in its haste
messing with my mind
messing my future
the crackle confuses me
I turn a corner
it seemed to be different
time here was still
like the wind
no hair on my head dare move
was it fear
was it hope
the crackle had disappeared.

They talk
we hear
they walk
then reappear
where did they go?
its all too queer
should thy know?
bother
they would say
a world sat on the ledgr
a sarp one at that
it saif in anuncertain tone
im going  to die
why?
\the Lord called  my name
I came in, dropped by
to say goodbye
neer a true word said in jest......CHERYL

We all live in a world
Where fairy tales could come true.
Rivers that flow like caramel
Watercolour skies painted blue.
Strawberries hang from peacocks tails
Sea green, berries and ducks in teams
Sailing with cigars in their beaks
on crispy clouds and coconut dreams.

I had a job to put down the spoon
It was dripping with lovliness
Just dripping like wishes in a line
Creating a smile with happiness.

It shines like silk, it flows like magic
Chocoate, rich proper chocolate
You can slap me silly til the cows come home
I would not care if they were late.

The aroma of chocolate, expensive and rich
Plays on my tongue I yearn for more.
It is just the right time of the year too
Chocolate, chocolate, is what I most adore.

In the days gone by
many , many moons ago
i used to question why
instead of just letting it go
things said in anger led to a sigh
and life came to a blow
then I used to cry
instead of just letting it go
that was then this is now
now that i have turned the big six o
instead of if it is now how
and I just simply let it go

In and out they weave
through my thoughts
and in my dreams.
The bitter dreams stay away
nowadays sometimes.
and so it seems
the days of my life drift
sifting through the seconds
of precious time.  The sands fall
unexpectedly into the pit
my work my ambitions
my acts, my time, my sacred time
drip slowly through my cold fingers
Thawing nothing, achieving something
and that is to crack my thoughts
like ice into  hot glass.
Misting over my moments
steaming full speed into a future
where ice is not welcome.
Vapour leaves a trail in the orange sky
dont ask me why
it just does
Then it turns grey ,merging with moods
in clouds.
Movement disorders the arrangement
maybe the clouds are not good today
will the rain stay away
or will it dampen my day
the day of my life.

As the butcher writes “sale” with his chalk
The shoppers watch with eyes like a hawk
In a queue
They all flew
To get their half price special buy pork.

Deal or No Deal A tribute to Florence Bentley
Deal or No Deal her favourite host would say
Noel Edmonds to her just a mere youngster
Fun and the thrill of it all is what she liked
A gift she had and many more amongst her.

In her youth she looked like a film star
Stunningly beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
Laughter was important to her
Met with a smile and a “mind how you go”

She would giggle and had a twinkle in her eye
That twinkle staying to the bitter end
Our mum has lost a supportive sister
And a lifelong best friend.

Now that we are met with sorrow in our hearts
But then she would not want that – not our flo
So with a brave smile on all of our faces
We say farewell aunty flo and mind how you go

My Auntie Flo passed away a couple of years ago but most days I still think about her.
She was cheerful always and an absolute star. I read my poem out at her funeral and as her final curtains closed I read the last line out, with a brave smile for her then crumbled.
She was 97 when she passed away and worked all of her life.  Once again Auntie Flo this is for you.

Are you real Fairy Godmother
When I was a child, my wishes came true.
So as I approach the twilight of my years
I have a proposal to put before you.

When I was a child I always thought of others,
At Christmas the joy for me was smiles on faces.
But always knowing that there was someone suffering
Amongst poverty, hardship and unsafe places.



My dad taught me to work hard, enjoy life
Knuckle down with plenty of elbow grease.
But at night I always prayed for everyone
Wishing and hoping for happiness and peace.

So dear Fairy Godmother, I know you have powers
To help all sick and suffering people, whoever they may be
This is my one and only wish, if it may be granted
To heal everyone, put smiles back and everyone pain free.

Dear Fairy Godmother

Are you real Fairy Godmother
When I was a child, my wishes came true.
So as I approach the twilight of my years
I have a proposal to put before you.
When I was a child I always thought of others,
At Christmas the joy for me was smiles on faces.
But always knowing that there was someone suffering
Amongst poverty, hardship and unsafe places.
My dad taught me to work hard, enjoy life
Knuckle down with plenty of elbow grease.
But at night I always prayed for everyone
Wishing and hoping for happiness and peace.
So dear Fairy Godmother, I know you have powers
To help all sick and suffering people, whoever they may be
This is my one and only wish, if it may be granted
To heal everyone, put smiles back and everyone pain free.

Monday - morning rush as usual
I pass someone new on the stairs
Tuesday - something odd is happening
I mention "him" in my prayers.
Wednesday - He is in my soul
thinking about him all night long
Thursday - my feet are skipping
and my heart is full of song.
Friday - I have so much to say
don't know where to begin
Saturday - all that I know that
he is definitely under my skin
Sunday - a chance to go to Church
and thank the Lord above
Monday - morning again and I
know that I have fallen in love.

Stack the ***** with cream and a cherry
plop it out to the nearest plate
Santa's late and he'd better be merry
is that him swinging on the garden gate?

He had dropped his sack on the path
and he had carrots stuck in his beard
He's been sick as a dog and needed a bath
and that sight will be very weird.

He was as drunk as can be and singing loud
Rudolph didn't seem that impressed.
Well his washing antics worried the crowd
but it was funny watching him get dressed.

He wore a pink nightie which Rudolph found
He could hear a stifled giggle behind his back
Then he had put his belt on the wrong way round
and was hunting for his boots in his sack.

The bells chimed twelve times, he was in panic mode
Steadily he climbed aboard the sleigh
Fumbling about he typed in his magic code
which sent the reindeer zooming on their way.

His stomach, well that was doing somersaults freely
The air was passing through him like a bullet
He appeared to be doing a never-ending wheelie
which was playing havoc with his gullet.

Up came his lunch splattering all over Dancer
The back lash of that was they came to a halt
By which time the mess was on Prancer
And they all knew it was Santa's fault.

Ding ****, ding ****, was heard in Santa's head
It was if he was cursed with magic spells
His head was spinning as the reindeer sped
Merrily on high true, he was cursed by bells.

Disappearing in the winds of time
Drowning in a sea of love
Beaming up with the moon beams
To somewhere unknown above
When up there if you get a chance
See the disappearing coast lines and bays
See the dwindling numbers of species
And then tell me what God says.
If you get a chance

Disappearing in the winds of time
Drowning in a sea of love
Beaming up with the moon beams
To somewhere unknown above
When up there if you get a chance
See the disappearing coast lines and bays
See the dwindling numbers of species
And then tell me what God says.
If you get a chance

I open the window
the mist rolls in off the sea
sweeping like a fluffy blanket
pity hasn't keep the sea warm
there is no horizon, it's the same
just white, misty vision.
The air is biting
so cold it stings my skin
rushing in like an unwelcome visitor
there is no horizon it's the same
just a milky opaque sight.
The beam from the lighthouse
sprays LED sparkles on the waves
it dances with the movement of the sea
jigging, squirting froth forward
ebbing and flowing
coming and going.
There is a distance in the air
a quiet , a silence now.
The atmosphere changes
brightens, clouds are apparent
moving, clearing,
and out comes the sun.

What does he look like with his “Kiss Me Quick “hat on
Traipsing back and forth, day in day out rain or shine
Yesterday he was made to wear a silly hat saying
The dreaded word for a donkey “Be Mine”.

But the children love him that is why he carries on
To see a smile on their little faces is what counts
They cannot offer refund on tickets
Or do not expect any kind of discount.

What see is the ride you get
That is what to expect from them you see.
Been like that for years upon years
Before tourists even came to Torquay.

The donkeys love it though, they do not complain
When the spotlight is on it is a bonus
They love being tickled on their heads
To be honest they enjoy all the fuss.

Why worry - put your worries off till the next day.

Day dreaming on a cliff face
Full of nests and white mess from a bird’s rear
Slimy disgusting mess all 0ver the place
Hanging by fingertips and everything to fear.
An Eagle eyes me up with glee in his eye.
Rich pickings, eyes bigger than his belly.
He is in for a shock I have to say.
Have seen these programmes on the telly.
Talk to it like it can understand.
It thinking you have lost your marbles now
It looks down at the farmer’s field and then
Wonders if humans are dafter than the cow!

I go to sleep
My mind drifts
I count sheep
Weight shifts.
On one side then the other
Hours slip away
If it’s not one thing it’s another
Revealing another boring day.
There is a movie in my mind
The same actors, scenery, speech
It is on constant rewind
Normality out of reach.
Am I dreaming, am I awake?
This seems so very real.
Tell me please for goodness sake
This situation is not ideal.

An old fishing boat is hoping
its oars skim the dregs of brine
like hands clutching to nothing
Thinking "I wish it were mine"
But boat dont think, with no voice
but it can dream I suppose like you and me.
It dreams of the salt air, the strength it had
The salt stacked oak nearing the sea.
Yes it dreams, it is the only thing it has left.

Am I Really Dreaming?

I go to sleep
My mind drifts
I count sheep
Weight shifts.
On one side then the other
Hours slip away
If it’s not one thing it’s another
Revealing another boring day.
There is a movie in my mind
The same actors, scenery, speech
It is on constant rewind
Normality out of reach.
Am I dreaming, am I awake?
This seems so very real.
Tell me please for goodness sake
This situation is not ideal.

My dreams are like bitter lemons
splashed with a drop of best gin
My hopes are a bit like fresh cream
with big succulent strawberries dipped in.
My outlook is divine like a strong, ripe cheese
with a ruby port by the side, plenty of it
so that your body relaxes down to the knees.
My plans are like pancakes, filled with cherries
A rich chocolate sauce running through the fruit
Plans dripping with velvet skins collecting
cherry juice and mingling with my suit.
The schedule for today has gone out of the window
because I am too busy eating violet creams
pansies dipped in caramel are just the ticket
especially when you have my sort of dreams.

The trees in the winter months
Branches laden with sparkling snow
Like little diamonds reflecting in the sun
Dressed but nowhere to go.

Berries dappled on bushes on hedgerows
Tucked safely where the wind doesn’t blow
Like rubies and garnets on the bushes fingers
Dressed but nowhere to go.

Fairies dancing in the midnight moonlight
Providing a spectacular floor show.
Lacy cobwebs for table cloths and spun specially
Dressed but nowhere to go.

The winter is almost upon us
Spices enrich Christmas bread dough
Icing drips neatly onto the floor in puddles
It is dressed but nowhere to go.

I however have my glad rags on,
My painted face, rich ruby lips and so
With my sequins, high heeled shoes
I am painting the town red and raring to go.

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.

Like the snow that falls gently silently
without warning it drifts.
Clouds like the snow waft here and there
drifting where no man could go.
waves as white as pure driven snow
crash to the shore, effortlessly, without care
breaking waves rushing madly not gently
not silently, not drifting but relentless
The sand sifts through the sieve of time
its hands pushing glass through moments
seconds mashing it to a find dust called sand
then it drifts, as time wanted it to, drifts.

Like the snow that drifts under a door
dormant for a while but safe and sound
for now.  Until the wind blows, it goes
somewhere for now. Blows around
then the snow falls like  stars from the sky
twinkling down, sugary and sweet
for now.  Then it drifts,sparkling and dry
like the drink in your shiny glass,
topped with a cherry on a bit of wood
like the twig by your door with a berry
stuck to it for now. Shake not stirred if it could
like James would.  Ice drifts, sealing in frozen
red berries around my doorstep .Drifting ice
that floats on top of the world at the cap
reminding me that the shards of ice poking
out of my garden watering tap
look the same for now.  It is the same.