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Jun 2019 · 146
Bitz and Beeches
Im glad Penguins are happy at London Zoo!
But am I not like a little Penguin too?
Im sociable, and a good swim, is a nice treat.
With cupped hands, and fins on my feet.
I can hold my breathe, not as long I know.
Catch fish with my mouth, in my Tuxedow.
Please illuminate me, And show you care.
Smash your machines, "go on I dare".
Sweep up your plastic, it pollutes our Earth
Please mister man, let's have a rebirth.
Apr 2017 · 223
MY NAME IS....
The intangible vibrates.
Filling pots and china plates.
Sensing nourishing the feeding.
Giving love to lifes lost meaning.
Looking all around the rooms.
Empathies face now assumes.
Minds moments feelings touch.
Eternal spirits out to lunch.
Life from a lobsters point if view
Mar 2017 · 216
Warp me outta here...
Aye aye Captain,
the Enterpise its not.
Said reliable Mr Scott.
Wind it up, lets see it work.
Said courageous Captain Kirk.
Its a logical looking clock.
Said the inimitable Mr Spock.
Such wisdom to the face.
Said the life form made of Lace.
Tick Tock Tick Tock said the clock.
I dont undertand whats being said.
Im just a clock, that goes tick tock.
And now its time for bed.
Boing.
Mar 2017 · 283
I RUN WITH THE BOOK:
My African Dream
Alive in the day.
This nightmare is real
Where no children play.

Me a young women
A Tutsi my clan.
Survive and keep learning
Is all I can plan.

Dead fall in front
Dead fall behind
Fear is about me
No safety to find.

Machete, machine gun
Mar 2017 · 3.2k
I have a dream.
I found myself in anothers eyes.
Reflecting all my wants and why's.
By our hearts beats a universe.
Our love to give and not rehears.
Through our eyes I saw myself
In all my sickness and in health.
For all my truth and selfworth..
Conected being with life on Earth.
This love I feel gives all meaning.
Building real; made in dreaming.
Feb 2017 · 267
Goodbye to Janice
Balloon three held her spirit
As friends stood, long with looking.
Balloon two symbolised her mind.
And family lined along her way.
Her strong heart filled the first one
Leading the journey up to the sun.
We said goodbye, and people cried.
Feeling moving, thoughts, we tried
All other balloons just like friends
Ever close through curves and bends.
One by one for home we turned
Lost in thought, as memories burned,
Moments passed.
Which are now yearned.
Without a high,
Our inside’s churned.
Feb 2017 · 223
FACEING
It just crept up on me.
Longer then before,
Wider too.
Defining an ageing face
With deeper lines
"My nose"
In harmony,
with the longer ears.
Sinking my eyes..

— The End —