A pocket full
of sunshine
to share some pure delight,

A pocket full
of shiny stars
to save for a really dark night.

A pocket full
of fairy dust
to sprinkle on the needy,

A pocket full
of dragon's breath
to fire at the greedy.

A pocket full
of raindrops
to wash away any impurities,

A pocket full
of umbrellas
to protect you from your insecurities.

A pocket full
of rainbows
to brighten up your skies,

A pocket full
of moonlight
to reflect the magic in your eyes.

By Lady R.F ©2016

When I was a little girl
I played guitar and sang
In the Salvation Army String Band,

I remember getting up on stage
To perform a solo - I was so shy,
But I held God's invisible hand.

My Father's big red guitar
Was bigger than I was at the time,
My Mother made-me-up like a 'Little Lady', Boy!...did I ever look so pretty and fine!

I performed in front of many people -
More than I'd ever seen
in my entire life, before,

I sang "Kumbaya, My Lord" -
I didn't miss one single blessed chord.

I wore a long, beautiful,
Ivory-coloured, flowing dress,

I was so young,
But boy!...did I surely impress!

For some strange reason
My shyness disappeared -
It just went away!

Surprisingly, I wasn't anxious
Or nervous - my Lord
Was watching over me that day!

My Mother and Father
Were very, very proud!

Their shy 'Little Lady'
Had just sung and played guitar
In front of a huge massive crowd!

As years passed, when I was in high-school,
I studied piano after school every Wednesday,

Music, roller skating, and poetry
Were the highlights of my every, single, living, Breathing day!

Not much has changed,
I still know how to play,

I still have a pair of skates,
And I still live and breathe poetry
Every single day!

By Lady R.F ©2016

I dreamed of an island I could make home
But the sea rose and soon it was gone
So high on a mountain was next on the list
But crops wouldn't grow on snow covered cliffs
So I went to the hills and cut down the trees, made cabins where they stood and planted the fields.
All was ok, I thought this is the place!
Till the mudslide came and washed us away.
All that was left was to go to the plains, the breadbowl of life and to start off again.
Acre on acre we planted the crop, watered from wells drilled deep underground.
How happy we were and all seemed fine, till tornadoes came and moved house again!
So the sea goes up and the wind comes down. Floods and icebergs becoming the norm
Frackings poisoned the water and coal the air Japan glows in the dark so we cant go there
Nothing left but to find a new world and Elon Musks ahead of the game.
Mother earths being killed off by her own kids, as like parasites we ferociously nibble away.
She gave us the sun and the wind and the waves...
But once we realised
It was too late.

sweetheart, sweetheart
here we come
from the hill nearby the river
we will take your first-born son
we will take and will deliver

sweetheart, sweetheart
close your eyes
he'll be taken to a palace
where nothing ends or dies
shines aurora borealis

sweetheart, sweetheart
here we are
singing songs of constellations
he will be our shining star
our blessing or damnation