A beautiful mind locked in doorless corridors
where repetition stabilises and calms.

A determined path of adventure into unknown waters,
then drowning when reality chokes optimism.

A blameless existence, where selective thoughts control,
and anxiety sabotages and destroys all things beautiful.

Joys pale into distant dreams . . . to the outside world normality prevails,
behind the curtain, a nervous tension builds and grips the spirit ******* out its life.

Sleep is usurped and any pleasure of tranquility is alluded.
An exhausted mind and body writhing in pain and falling into a bottomless pit.

No one can help,  No loving can change the hopelessness,
A behaviour that is repeated over and over in a cycle of torment.

Tranquillisers relieve the symptoms, but the episodes continue,
The ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the suffering is hard to observe.

Seven men who carry a burden on their back
the sins of their fathers who adequately lack
ability to tackle tempting earthly things                                         
a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring

The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh
never will he marry or nurture babes to nest
his needs are physical and he knows no other life
lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife

Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes
gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes
drinking and eating all day and through the night
much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight

The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough
she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff
never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight
possessing everything fills her thoughts day and night

Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal
lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental
his feet elevated never going anywhere
idle and slothful never moving from his chair

Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins
always moody, his happiness is in chains
vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become
indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun

Envious Enid resentful toward others
green are the colours of her lonely bed covers
jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers
her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers

The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth
dignified and haughty, excessively procured
too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity
inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

Seven men who carry a burden on their back
the sins of their fathers who adequately lack
ability to tackle tempting earthly things                                         
a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring

The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh
never will he marry or nurture babes in the nest
his needs are physical and he knows no other life
lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife

Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes
gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes
drinking and eating all day and through the night
much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight

The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough
she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff
never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight
possessing many things fills her thoughts every night

Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal
lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental
his feet elevated never going anywhere
idle and slothful never moving from his chair

Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins
always moody, his happiness is in chains
vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become
indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun

Envious Enid resentful toward others
green are the colours of her lonely bed covers
jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers
her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers

The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth
dignified and haughty, excessively procured
too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity
inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

Sing to your daughters
read Sonnets out aloud
encourage love and laugher
so they stand out from the crowd

Instil a sense of fun
tempered with the wisest words
let them free to run
and appreciate the birds

Give them the building blocks
to aspire to great heights
teach the importance
of learning from hindsight

A woman's intuition
has a very special power
involving attentiveness
to every single hour

Melting the hearts
of everyone around
educated ladies
cleverly astound

Give them a guiding hand
light their journey along the way
be their solid rock
and by your side they'll always stay

Petals of velvet gleam in the sun
the magical moment of dawn
a dewy web has already been spun
the carousel of life newly born

The continual share of sweet smelling air
perfumed layers that stun
bring to us an uplifting prayer
a procession for us has begun

Flowers outside stretching alive
opening their cusps full of gold
pollinating bees buzzing with pride
and a breeze no longer cold

Scurrying rabbits dodging the gun
as farmers tend to their crops
exuberant lambs learn how to run
the circle of life never stops

A melodic word is that of a bird
a private concert for one
the best alarm clock I ever heard
freely offered to everyone

A gentle wind rustles echoes of green
and fragrantly flavours my senses
a beautiful peaceful passionate scene
England releases my internal defences

Stormy nights are music to my ears
like stair rods, piercing my fears
comfort of the pitter patter
heavens crying tune
watering my garden lit by the moon.
The rupture of a cloud
a crack creating light
moisturising air
creating such delight.
My mind eases into sleep
knowing peace has come
the heavy rain beating
like a musical drum.
Cosy, warm and dry
as wet pavements sigh
quenching leaves on trees
and wetting passers-by.
No longer hear the sounds
of thunderous yawns
from flowers that have drowned
on a dewy dawn.
But smiles as sunshine rises
clearing pollen air
my curtain hides surprises
time to leave my chair.
The storm has now gone
as animals leave their lair
a new day has begun
another day to share.

Ignite the sparkling fire in you
never doubt it's existence
a spirit vibrant shining through
with a cast iron resilience

Bring forth all fervour
strike a chord, stand by beliefs
state case and cause
don't hold back........release

Don't let vigour die in prime
ignore the critics lousy rhyme
allow your soul to sound it's chime
ring aloud to have it's time

Don't dim your ray, go have your say
let you be you and sod the crew
fight bullish men who stamp on stars
with iron rods and steel clad bars

Strong fires are hard to douse with words
a will so strong, no man can hurt
the flame of passion resolute
a challenge to any brute

A vibrant spirit shining through
with cast iron resilience
ignites a sparkling fire in you
never doubting it's existence

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

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

Tears,
the residue of painful memory
or loving far too much
woeful sad regret
or loss of someone's touch.
A period of despondency
malaise as grief takes hold
despair or intervention
of life's tormenting scold.
A never ending game
of challenging events
no wonder tears are shed
through ducts they circumvent.
Crocodile tears are soulless
never worth a mention
genuine tears will flow
in times of extreme tension.

The mountain piercing through the cloud
warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
this mordant hidden clock

Dormant and alone
she clutches to the centre
inhabitants understand her goal
she is no longer their tormenter

Rugged and timeless the mount appears
exuding a natural calm
serene are the sweet tears
as if she's reading psalms

From my silvery bird I see her
beckoning me from the skies
her message is very clear
never telling any lies

The landmark I have come to love
promising many leisures
the people, the life, I see above
exulting many treasures

Landing I know I am home
reunited with mount Tiede
never leaving her alone
her tentacles always find me

He wore a red jumper, a warning to me
I feared his slapping hand when I was a kid
unhappy with himself, would lash out at the world
I was always in the way of his harsh physical word

Frustrated by his endeavour, control was not his thing
he'd lose it washing cars or when the lawn mower pinged
anger inside his soul, meant there was no peace
sadness in his eyes, my pity brought out the beast

He was very clever, and on good days we had fun
always treading eggshells of the terror that would come
weary and alone I planned to escape his wrath
as soon as I was able I would walk a prettier path

Abusive life continued and I feared my own shadow
violence dominated my life, no loving I'd been shown
the day I left the home was the day I had revenge
peace descending on my life, no longer had to fend

Anger left behind for others to now deal
no more trembling at the table at every meal
looking back I learned to love instead of hate
but for my father, it is all too late

He died with no regrets, he proudly said
thinking only of himself and his selfish head
giving wasn't something he was ever taught
unfortunately his son, in violence is now caught

The **** like a panther prowls,
He hides in nooks and crannies,
Where he views his prey for hours,
With keen eyes fixed like trannies.
A playful pounce, may announce,
His attention to a need,
To catch a bird or little mouse,
With agility and speed.

The instinct never fails to serve,
Though doubtful he will eat,
Today's domestic feline verve,
Leaves dead birds at our feet.
To seek and **** with great prowess,
Is naturally on his mind,
With silent paws and callousness,
He will hunt until the find.

After a busy day stalking,
Gathering his stock,
Tired of all the walking,
He'll look at what he's got,
Then curl up by the fire,
Stretch his crawls and preen his fur,
Of his routine he'll never tire,
And he never forgets to purr.

Tomorrow through the flap,
A territory to mark,
No need for a map to set his evil trap,
Even when it's dark.
The underworld of cats,
Is here with us to stay,
Not always sat on mats,
He's out killing easy prey.

The jingle of my chimes brings comfort in the wind
caressing my mortal face and soothing everything
a tranquility in the noise of rusting bells of metal
a tingling sense of solace allowing stress to settle

A ray of summer sunshine bounces off one bell
sparkles in my eye and time begins to gel
the pace of life slowly soldiering on
my feet as light as air elevated to the sun

Cascading melodic tinkling continues to play
my mind is now drifting to all our yesterdays
no time then to indulge the sounds of tinkling bells
or lie and contemplate a rhyme from the well

In my twilight years I listen to every sound
nature's every word is suddenly very loud
appreciating land, sea, sun and moon lit skies
memories and experiences indelibly immortalise

Red roses bring joy to our eyes,
Orange juice to quench our thirst,
Yellow sunshine fills our skies,
Green countryside in summer burst,
Blue is the feeling of our broods,
Indigo ink flows into writing,
Violet tastes are sweet and smooth,
and rainbows are exciting.

Life is a bouquet of roses
thorns spike the bumpy ride
perfume lingers in my dreams
the buds of life my pride

Many petalled layers
are the years I've loved and lived
the stems are the key players
those people I've been with

Facing proudly upright
flower holding all the rain
together there is unity
to combat any pain

Many different colours
the facets of experience
as the rose begins to age
it's beauty has no resilience

When the bouquet finally dies
a photograph you reap
of dried roses which are memories
the heritage that you keep

Lift my legs off terra firma
float them on the sea
sail my heart on open water
let my spirit free

Sailing on a course to charter
yacht leaving the quay
strongly in a breeze it caught her
drifting westerly

Waves splashing over bow
racing in the stream
tacking into winds somehow
steady is the beam

Clinging to her now
we are becoming one
freedom reigns supreme
embracing and it's fun

Foaming trail behind
like icing on a knife
smoothly swaying by
in this wonderful life

Don't let this feeling end
no docking is for me
continue with the sail
let my feet stay on the sea

The Pals battalion,
Young soldiers of nineteen,
The total death toll reached a million,
On the Somme in nineteen-sixteen.

The men in splendid spirits,
There was optimism in the ranks,
With co-op bombs and bayonets,
Gathered on the sunny banks.        

The first bombs fell on Picardy,
Now they stood in lines to push,
They will annihilate the enemy,
No need to charge or rush.

But the German men were ready,
Their intelligence was good,
They knew about the enemy,
Their intention understood.

Our men walked into open fire,
So many lives they stole.
Shot and maimed before the wire
On their gentle morning stroll.

Bodies crushed in defeat,
In a field of flying lead,
Soldiers dropped to their feet,
Leaving many dead.

The slaughter would not stop,
In this futile ****** game,
All deserters would to be shot,
The only gain was being maimed.

Battle planning was inferior,
Senseless death was inhumane,
In the carnage and hysteria,
On the pretty red poppy plane.

Poking through my neighbours fence
a climbing vine on smart ascent
tearing through the wooden slat
this winding spiralling acrobat

Overnight there's no curfew
it grew and grew and grew and grew
until it reached the bricks and mortar
nothing stopped it's path of slaughter

Pulling stones from their beds
it carved right through my old tin shed
this triffid is unstoppable
it's destruction is unfathomable

As I worked in my study
it tapped my window, I got worried
a leafy twig forcing entry
the grapevine fulfilling it's inventory

Next day the garland green and raw
spread across my own front door
tentacles ripping out the frame
the climbing plant drove me in sane

It penetrated through my loft
and had more stealth than Lara Croft
crept down to my sitting room
my temper bubbling to a fume

I quickly drew my secateurs      
chopping off one of it's ears
then slashing with my pen knife
before it wrapped around my wife

It was too late to stop the plot
the wine grew strong and tied it's knot
pinning me against the mat
and strangled me in a twisted plait

Time In Rhyme

Time. . . our life line,
Immeasurable joy,
Meticulously defined,
Everlasting as a boy.

Imposing and enigmatic,
Never ending tock.

Regulating tick.
Years begin to clock.
Hands of time crushing,
Memories into screams.
Ensure you use your time. . .
. . .to live out all your dreams.

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Dolly's Poems, "Time In Rhyme"

I tire of fight, when my love desserts thee,
all that I held so dear has disappeared,
your word of rage was never meant to hurt me,
despite no explanation volunteered.

When faith is lost, a voice cannot be heard,
and doubt will creep into a lover’s heart,
until past joys are ****** into the dirt,
burned down to blackened ashes from the start.

And all that’s left is sorrow and regret,
misunderstanding feeds a shallow mind,
and opening the door too much a threat,
for honesty is now the purest kind.

When love can be rejected when it’s true,
then there’s no hope in giving love to you.

Take a little bit of heaven
and a peaceful dove
take away the heartache
and fill your heart with love
never sanction deeds
you may regret
as you'll show the world
and it will not forget
a legacy has a tendancy
to repeat itself
and increase in it's intensity
nurtured in it's stealth
growing like a plague
if it is not pure
never relenting in it's rage
destroying in it's cure
everything you cherish
will become depleted
gone forever in a flash
never to be repeated
take a little bit of heaven
and a peaceful dove
take away the heartache
and fill your heart with love
all actions have a consequence
there is nowhere to hide
when you meet your maker
no pride will abide

She was born into poor deprivation,
With ideas higher than her station,
She landed a job,
As wife of the mob,
With riches way above expectation.

Eye of bat and bowels of mice
Mixed into a cauldron cold as ice
Claw of rabbit, tooth of goat
Stir with a tale of a smelly stoat

Add two pints of stale perfume
Two rats whiskers and an ounce of misfortune
Ignite the mixture with a match
And burn it down to blackened ash

Gather the ashes and grind to powder
Add some Arsenic to make a chowder
Invite your enemies round for luncheon
No need to bludgeon with a truncheon

Sit back and watch the final show
Love your friends and **** all foe
This witches brew should do the trick
If they don't die they'll all be sick

Wondrous Love

Our love is as solid as the ancient rocks Stonehenge
Strong and as long as the Golden Gate Bridge Extends
Romantic as the sparkling Aurora Borealis lights
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, held tight like stalactites

Our love can move Everest, make the Pisa tower lean
Spiritual and earnest, as Jerusalem's serene
Occasionally a fight in Rome's Colosseum
Woeful regrets laid bare in Tutankhamen's museum

Our love is impenetrable like the Great Wall of China
Shiny like the Pyramids, there is nothing finer
Deserving of a shrine at the foot of Temple Artemus
Polar Ice caps could never melt our ambient musk

Our love is higher than the Empire State can tower
A jewel within the crown of the Taj Mahal's power
Colourful as the Barrier Reef, the love we feel inside
Grander than the Canyon and deeper than it is wide

I have found peace in all you do
your loving touch in me renews
invisible is the ambient air
which gives your soul flamboyant flair

Electric is the spark I feel
our hearts have found a secret seal
that binds us close together
a magic knot has tethered

When you are sad, I break in two
for what you feel, I feel it too
your happiness means so much to me
it turns and churns in me a key

You have my heart and keep it free
you do this because you love me
it trips, and takes my breath away
especially when I know you'll stay

Together growing in your arms
a fire of many delightful charms
pandoras box of sweet meats
excitement explodes and greets

Our chains bonded in loyal links
engineered with bionic chinks
your arm is strong and I feel safe
surrounded by your devoted lake

Your love comes in many guises
need not be profound
the smallest gesture it revises
feet firmly on the ground
The little note and chocolate treat
left as a surprise
your smiling face as you greet
enough to win a prize
Do not need expensive gifts
with you at my side
your company is enough
a wave becomes a tide
My dreams become reality
by your ever loving vote
tilting scales in my direction
on you I've come to dote