Ah, this spring-
Your sweet scent touches
my little heart
and I wanna hear more
sounds of your feet.
Your shyness
and silent love
make my soul fly.

I dance,
and smile inside me
with your humming song.
Why do you look at me
with your smiling face?
After seeing your lovely eyes
I also draw a dream
on my mind.

Do you chuckle like this?
Or do you love me, miss?
Could you tell me, please!
The shine of your beauty
will make me mad at you;
So, will you talk to me?
Will you walk with me-
rest of your life?

don’t
         take
                 it    
                    away
                             from
                                     me
                                          from                ­                          
                                      ­            us
                                                     don’t                                                
                                                              ta­ke
                                                                ­    the                                                  
       ­                              love
that                                              
       we
            both                                
                   desire
                              and
                        ­             cherish.
the
                                      love
                     ­                          that
                                                      we
       ­           l
                      o
                         n
                            g  
f
o
  r

Will you be my Valentine?
Corona😷 asked Corona 🍺

A year older, a year wiser

A wisdom always in the making
Nourished by experience
Vitaminized by failures
Strengthened by aspirations
Built on the foundation of hope!

Year after year
Brick after brick
Wiser
Cemented by determination
Watered by dreams
Cracked by blows
Repaired by a mason
Working round the clock
Anointing healing!

Get up man.

You are a year older
But a year wiser

And the fruits of this wisdom
Often unseen
Oftener unknown
Ripen inside
And then no more just yours
Scatter in the surround
Beget nurseries of wisdom
Building, vitaminizing, strengthening
Repairing healing
Your foundation
Your hope!

Inspector Dork was not pleased with himself

he had interrogated everyone in the house
only to be knocked down by
impenetrable alibi

Spouse Susan slept soundly through the night
and was awakened in the morn
when the alarm bell rang in his room

Daughter Debby's room was a floor down
she was up with her studies
plugged to earphones

Son Simon was out for the night
he was at his friend's place
for a birthday party

Maid Maddie made his bed
when the clock in his master's room
was chiming ten

Butler Bill having served a glass of milk
closed the door behind him
and retired for the night.

Inspector Dork was about to leave the victim's room
when his eyes fell on the clock pendulum

it was not swinging

he knew who was lying.

Oh, Monsoon Rain,
Stop, stop, please!
What happiness do you feel
by soaking my love?
Oh, Rain stop, please!

On that wet pathway of my love
I want to give her company
But It makes her feel shy
and she hides her rainy face
with the wet scarf.
So stop heavy rain, stop, please!

In this rainy weather, she's blushing
and walking furtively
on the narrow path.
Then stop, stop raining
Oh, Rainstorm stop, please!

My sweet darling showered
in the Monsoon Rain,
Stop all the rain, stop
Stop, stop, please stop
Oh Monsoon Rain, stop you, please!

I called the lone parrot passing over my head

from the blue
i won't fly to you
it said

forgot the love i gave?

but you made me your slave
to repeat your chosen line
to voice your chosen tune
my life was not mine

so from the blue
i won't ever fly to you

she affirms the parrot escaped

but i know one dull afternoon in March
she let the bird fly away
being too weary of the chosen line.

Pushing the half dozen sodden flakes of corn
Round the bottom of the Willow pattern dish
The woman wondered how she could endure
The continual daily struggle to exist and enjoy.

There was always Evelyn with her warm heart
And Florence curly in the sunlight smiling out
Two little precious gems conjured from a book
Always ready to give whatever they were able.

Love Grandma Mary **

Over his years he had collected then
Not being sure of their date or place
Finding them digging the thatchers
Seventeenth century wasteland plot.


Stone Age in style and shape combine
To give a sense out of today’s machine
Fashioned by hand to be implements
On a windowsill now like organic rocks.


Love Mary **