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Picture this Jul 2015
Walking in my favourite nook
damp dead wood is under foot
bluebells in my ideal dell
honeysuckle makes my nostrils swell

Rose wood cones from cedar trees
the flies, the moths, and the bees
summer brings a happy breeze
pollen flying makes me wheeze

The Chaffinch sings his pretty song
harmonised melodies for the throng
twinkling trees of summer sun
woodpeckers beckon me to come

Berries plump and juicy ripe
fragrant herbs of every type
the heat beats down upon my head
further into the dell I'm lead

A rabbit burrowing out of sight
the ants are marching to their fight
dragonflies gracefully float
beetles plod and termites gloat

Breathing freely smells of old
wild Gardenia white and bold
lush green foliage everywhere
the nook is home to many there

Sweet wild baby's breath in rows
decor bordering the hedgerows
my country walk exhilarating
this July day is scintillating

I'm filled with essences of the Summer
being here is such an honour
taking stock of delightful days
before the long cold Winter phase
Picture this Jul 2015
Let my fingers touch your skin and let me in
let down your guard, there's no facade
pull in close, I'll be your host
trust, for healing will commence
don't build a cast iron fence.
Let love warm your vein
and circulate your brain
relax letting it flow
there's nowhere else to go
meditation is surreal
it will make you feel
good thoughts will penetrate
and soon you will relate
nothing else will matter
reality is suppressed
mind and body floating now
you will be at rest.
Picture this Jul 2015
She makes a home for children to be free
it's built with love, it is a sanctuary
where nurturing is paramount
life breathing in it's walls
she is the epicentre
her tune becomes their call
for she is their Mother
giving her last breath
to save her children
from any kind of death
she'd sacrifice her life
for her little chicks
an instinct born within
no one can predict
An everlasting love story
from the moment of it's birth
an overwhelming glory
this is Mother earth.
Picture this Jul 2015
Fans
are
sold
to
make
us cold
doors are
open wide
choking on the
atmosphere, heavy
and muggy inside. Let
clouds prevail give us some
rain to clear the murky hot terrain
Quench and moisten wet my hair fill
my nostrils with dampened air.  Soak
my skin and let it in,  thunder welcomed
noise begin, we pray for sunny sultry days
but when it comes,   we never crave,  the
English moan and groan in sane it's hot,
it's cold, our weather vane, commence
the  storm  to  ease  the  pain  for
goodness sake, please
let  it  rain!
Picture this Jul 2015
The
candle
flame, time
flickering
thoughts
ponder
to long
ago
nothing stays
the same not
even names
born  marry
babies   die
widow ageing
Where did it all go long ago, unstoppable time the
clock never pausing, brand new then withering
son then father, time never stalling, the
to and fro, in dreams and memories
of long ago.
Picture this Jun 2015
Time stood still
when all around busy doing
days were missing
a trance I was pursuing
Numb inside
nothing could hurt again like that
I also died
although body
getting fat
All hope lost
without him at my side
my mind had snapped
I'd lost all sense of pride
My eyes were cold
nothing left to tell
I have been sold
inside an empty shell
Death is final
words are now gone
grief stuns into silence
trying to move on
Picture this Jun 2015
Defiant is your heartfelt rhyme
it can be heard towing the line
crooked memories beat a drum
open the door, let truth come

For this tale is bold and cold
let others learn from this story told
years of grudges held in minds
decaying love in modern times

No sorry was ever read or said
regret or sorrow of the dead
in life they lived in persecution
never wanting resolution

Until one day the visits stopped
no more humble pie in ***
silence was the biggest noise
cutting ties and leaving toys

Firmly closing doors for good
on all the bad rotting wood
fleeing intimidating jibes
instead was drawn to happy times

Years passed by and families grew
as they moved to pastures new
never turning back the clock
or hatching any vengeful plot

A thorn was poking into wounds
was never cleaned, certainly doomed
death ended much of bitterness
forgotten words in wilderness

Never let a ****** bitter feud
fester for years, like cud chewed
always burry hatchets deep
and save our souls for peaceful sleep
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