No, she isn't a poet
has never inked one
she takes off my weight
gets my things done

so I have enough time
to afford in a way
the luxury of rhyme
clever wordplay!

No, she isn't a poet
not written one line
clean is her slate
sees I'm fine

so I have enough space
and hour of my own
to indulge the grace
of thoughts mind grown!

No, she isn't a poet
no way she would be
she does her best
to see I'm happy

so my words run smooth
poems are easy born
truth and half truth
are spun night and morn!

No, she isn't a poet
cares not a bit
from her toil's sweat
my poems birth sweet

poems aren't her art
in the sun and showers
she grows from her heart
our garden's best flowers!

You are present as a passing breeze,
carrying the scent of lavender,
caressing my waiting hands
with a gentle brush.
But like the wind,
you are felt by
all
you surround,
and you wistfully drift away
before I can breathe you in.

O my healer!
Soothe me in my dark,
with smooth movement of your energy
slowly on my soul,

And
you will come across few cracks,
dig there a little,
not to hurt or to revive the wounds.

But
to prepare 'em to be filled
with your unconditional love
till they smoothen.

Let it
overflow gradually,
till it fills all
what is empty,

And
the light surrounds us...

so the drink was on
form and it didn't want to
stop flowing at all

Fizzy dizzy pop
brandy and Coke happily
enter my big mouth

So there we were me
and my lovely Deano
havin a great good dance

we took over the
dance floor , o it was so nice
we giggled and swayed

to 80's music
Big balloons hues of universe
Floated delicately

Pretty names blossomed
Happy Birthday wishes bloomed
Lots of lovely food

okay so we had
a few shots , *** we
now have dragons mouths

we taste aniseed
It was rather revolting
But it made us smile

I danced with my great
kids we had such a lovely
time we all smiled lots

O the food was so
scrumptious , chicken in wraps dipped
in chilli silly

red sunset sauce o
it tasted divine , me and
Dean ate it all up

Oh no my daughter
puked it over my sons van
Oh dear she's collapsed

*** I've put
my hand in her puke , oh jeez
The joys of a mum!!!

Hey I go indoors
Albie our pup as pooped twice
in our living room

Two large parcels on
my floor bless him and he
waggled his cute tail

My neighbour is in
a right old state too , they are
our lovely sweet friends

O the night is dark
The moon as just disappeared
And pavements are dark

The air is chilly
The trees look like big shadows
Cars parked silently

House is so quiet
Dogs are all dreamy sweetly
Everyone is drunk

But not nasty drunk
Merrily drunk with 'I love
you' cuddle kissy

Frizzy pop wizzy
Nizzy dizzy lizzy pop
Jazzy mazzey lop

Sparkling champagne
Bubbly gently softly
hic ups a big burp

White silky table
seat covers looking rather
dashing dreesed on chairs

Gives a really nice
authentic feel of kindness
filled with magic stars

I close my eyes and
my mind is spinning around
And I feel sick too