The winter fairy has again knocked on my door with a lovely gift of today With a little sunshine hue this morning she arrived with tiny friends Still sulking in darkness and in my melancholic silence I got up and tried to peek A little smile then curved my lips happily singing their winter songs on a frail tree branch were birds with tiny feet
The gift of laughter that I heard suddenly gave me hope Winter is not only a season of gloom, of tears and of despair Its beauty is also a season for peace, for thinking and for memories Because of my new feathered friends a reminder so I write today That for any season that we have to feel untroubled or miserable is our choice to make
Black hole kisses ******* me out of myself. Kisses wrapped in hugs. Intimate moments at intimate times. Memories to treasure On a cold winter night.
We once played a New Year Game In which you kissed a girl Then swopped her with another: Twenty or so kisses To compare.
One kiss so wide I could hardly stretch To meet it. Ending up Trust me, With the big fat unresponsive one Too drunk To even know She was being kissed.
Recall one time being coolly kissed Politely: A kiss that said In no uncertain terms – If you want passion You’d better go elsewhere My dear.
For kisses are like handshakes: Some firm and friendly; Others too hard Or too limp. The young don’t always get it: Lettuce limp With their customary hands. Physical expression A dying art Like conversation In this digital age Of mobile phones Snapchats And Insta-Images.
Time to rekindle the past, Go back to playing out – And away! Get mud ****** mucky All gloves off. Back to Basics, That’s The Way.
It has been said to me That poetry Is but Words And Gobbledygook.
So how can I explain What poetry is? It’s something intangible, An atmosphere, A spiritual thing.
Poetry is essence, Touching the soul. A kind of Magic, As Queen used to sing.
It makes you tingle And shudder And glow.
Much more than a shopping list Or legal decree Poetry flows from the heart, Lyrically lancing Through space and time To create a universe Of bountiful beauty, Where even the ugliest monstrosity Is transformed Into heaven On Earth.
It saddens me to think That seemingly soulless people Miss out On this.
So all I can do Is keep on singing, Carry on writing In the enduring hope That one day They will see the light.