Best friends are the people who tell you who you are
And show you who you're not

Her eyes are blue, sparkling blue
Her jet black hair long

She wears a wicked smile though
And she does not get along

Her body convulsed under the pressure
Her face crumpled at the thought
Her soul was being crushed
Drowning under all her worries

It was as though the world gave up on her
And poured her sorrows down
Tumbling from the sky
Came all the horrors of the ground

Her eyes were red raw
And shut tight to hold it in
But she couldn't do anything about
The sobs rising from her heart

Her tears swept down her face
Creating streams and creeks and rivers
And gasps arose from her breast
Escaping her frowning mouth

She looked like a deflated balloon
All the air squeezed out
So it seemed as she disappeared
Under a pile of doubt

Though the nicest thing happened
As she fell to the ground
All these people rushed to her side
To give her a helping hand

They caught her as she fell
And lifted her worries from her chest
They supported her and lifted her up
To join her departing soul

Her body and soul reunited
She opened her soden lids
And the sun came out from behind the clouds
As a smile lit up her face

Plates of chicken,
Beef, lamb and pork,
Cherries and grapes,
Fresh from the stalk.

Salads and noodles,
Lettuce, tomatoes, corn,
Not a glass out of place,
Not a prawn.

A enticing odour,
From bottles of wine,
And perfect food,
The finest of fine.

On a separate table,
With red velvet cloth,
Lies stacks of deserts,
More than enough.

Cakes and cream,
Puddings and pies,
And in the corner,
A pavlova lies.

An incomplete job?
Not in the least,
Look at the food,
What a feast!

A long dark tunnel
With slimy walls
A low roof
And places to fall

At the end of the tunnel
Shines a faint light
Guiding the way
For lost souls of the night

It's hard going
Staggering and crawling
With the sound of silence
And stench of something appalling

The light of the heavens
Flickers off and on
The only certainty
Of tomorrow's fresh dawn

There's a twinkle in your eye
And a dimple in your cheek
When you tilt your head back
And laugh

Chuckle with the waitress
Smile at the neighbor
Grin at that lazy dog
And laugh

You're unique and human
You're personality is beautiful
Don't be afraid to let it out
And laugh

Do what you enjoy
Run through the rain
And sing in the shower
And laugh

Read your favourite story
And watch the best movie
Take little time
To laugh

Don't frown
Because you don't know
Who's falling in love with your smile
Or your laugh

You look at that picture and you see
White tipped waves at the edge of the sea
Beside the sea is a field of flowers
Having a wash in a sunshine shower

I look at that picture and I see
The hand prints of mermaids under the sea
Riding the waves is a pod of whales
Drowning lost souls with the swish of their tails

He looks at that picture and he sees
The unhappy salt tears that fill the sea
He watches the poppies bleeding red
Remembering the blood that has already been shed

She looks at that picture and she sees
Her loved one trapped under that sea
She sees the gunshots ringing in the distance
A reminder of many soldier's persistence

They look at that picture and they see
The blue of the sky and the blue of the sea
They see the brushstroke of weathered cliffs
And the faded hopes of what ifs?

We look at that picture and we see
A world of horror reflected in the sea
The fields of flowers request peace
But men's cruelty will never cease

The artist looked at that picture and saw
A whole range of possibilities to explore
She painted her mind and her heart
Onto that canvas to make a work of art

Not living your life is like dying, only it takes longer.

If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.

Don't be afraid to take a big step.
You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.

To succeed in life you need three things:
A wishbone
A backbone
And a funnybone

Thundering on the tin roof
Splashing on the grass
Pouring down the gutter
Tinkling on the glass

Running along the railing
Dripping down the window pane
Pooling at the bottom of stairs
Rusting away my bike chain

It's beautiful and dangerous
Dripping down my face
Clotting in my lashes
Falling with a magic grace

It splashes on my hands
And makes me dance and smile
Soaking me to the skin
Wishing it would stay awhile.

Poets are almost always depressed or depressing
Don't stereotype people
And be unique
I am going to be a not depressed poet
I am going to find beauty in the world

Whirring around in my head
Are numbers and words
A jumble of pictures
And things I've heard

Somehow they all manage
To line up in order
To assemble themselves
So I have sense and no disorder

They click into patterns
Form into stories
All neat and labeled
In different categories

Another part of my mind
Is a jumble and mess
A tangle of feelings
To give me stress

Memories sharp and faded
Some happy, some sad
Some old, some new
Some good, some bad

They are painful
Reminding me of past mistakes
They are refreshing
Reminding me of what life takes

They are what make me, me
They are what make you, you
A burden to bear
And a blessing too

The twenty meter wave curls itself,
Upwards, ever upwards
As it rolls it's way towards the beach
Foam bursting, rippling around it,
Watchers screaming in terror,
The wave gaining on the beach crew,
Always bigger, everlasting,
Never seizing to slow,
The mighty wave thrusts itself forwards,
At the peak of it's triumph,
Crushing the beach below it,
Tall cliffs crumbling,
Trees snapping in half like twigs,
Spray everywhere in sight,
But no one was hurt,
Everyone in safety.