We're all familiar with Dr Seuss,
Tho pronounced like voice, and not like Zeus,
One fish, two fish, the cat in the hat,
With fish exclaiming that mother "won't like that".

Eccentric strange names, bizzarely named towns,
Unusual creatures, his imagination abounds,
There's mean Mr Grinch, where evil's his art,
And poor Herbie Hart, taking his Thromdimbulator apart.

We remember most fondly Horton hearing a who,
And the cat in the hat releasing Thing One and Thing Two,
How lucky you are, with dear Mr Potter,
And his monotonous job as T-Crosser, I-Dotter.

The things that we saw on Mulberry Street,
With so many stories, and people to meet,
Not forgetting the Lorax, or the places you'll go,
Or me singing high with my Ying that sings low.

I read them each night with my dear gentle Ben,
Stories we enjoy, both time and again,
The stories we read, are always his choice,
From the magical worlds of the one Dr Seuss.*

Cinco Espiritus Creation
2017

A little more than misunderstood
For the most-part
Of her life,

A magnet
For destruction,
Unavoidable,
Was all sorts of strife.

Made of best intentions,
A valuable, fine jewel;
Priceless and rare,

Kindness was the fluid
running through her veins;
Her heart was only capable
Of empathising,
It couldn't help
But to care.

A wounded healer,
Strong enough to know
That her pain was never in vain,

Her experiences came with lessons,
A gift she offered with pride,
Not with shame.

There weren't many
Trials or tribulations
that she didn't overcome,

She was always
A little miss understood,
A little warrior,
A champion,
Second to none!

In all of her downfalls
She was still ever grateful,
Never was she guilty
Of being unappreciative
Or resentful, whilst in pain,

As hard as it ever got,
She didn't stop to count
The numerous falls,
Or blows that she received;
She just kept on getting up
Again,
And again,
And again.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Afraid to live, afraid to care,
Afraid to give, afraid to dare,
Afraid to scream, afraid to cope,
Afraid to dream, afraid to hope,
Afraid of fears, afraid of deception,
Afraid of tears, afraid of perception,
Afraid of new, afraid of woe,
Afraid of you, afraid of no.

Here I sit, glass in hand,
Thinking how life's not gone as planned,
As I stare across the waves,
My mind searches for the adventures it craves.

The sound of gulls fishing on the tide,
Where now? What next?  I must decide,
To coin a phrase, I need strong and stable,
A steady course, well! If I'm able.

As I ponder, wonder, think,
I pop the bar for another drink,
It soothes my mind, it fuels my soul,
As I sit here setting another goal.

As poems go, this ain't my best,
But soul is awakened, from peaceful rest,
As my fire burns stronger there will be more,
Of this I'm certain, in fact, I'm sure!

I wish I had somebody to hold,
To heal this broken heart so cold,
I wish I had the strength so bold,
To invite somebody into my fold,
A person worth their weight in gold,
To share my days as I grow old.*

Cinco Espiritus Creation
08/02/2017

When your time has come, there's no way out,
No matter how much you scream and shout,
There are some who think there are pearly gates,
Where St Peter stands and happily waits,
But what if there is one cruel surprise,
Where you won't believe your very eyes,
Reading it's message, your spirits drop,
"Please exit through the gift shop"

Cinco Espiritus Creation 2017

I count the times I think of thee,
As empty thoughts drift o'er the sea,
The sand it whips across my face,
As I sit alone in my quiet place.

My dreams they glide above the beach,
As if an aim, far out of reach,
Wondering next, what should I do?
As I sit alone and think of you.

The waves they crash upon the shore,
As I start to wonder more and more,
The cold it bites, with wind's eerie shrill,
As I sit alone in Winter's chill.

The tide it creeps across the land,
As Jack Frost paws with icy hand,
A ship's horn blasts from across the docks,
As I sit alone here on the rocks.

Oblivious to both time and tide,
Wrestling the torment deep inside,
The night draws on, getting ever colder,
As I sit alone growing even older.

The wind and cold begin to sting,
Now spots of rain, just one more thing,
No shelter where the pier once stood,
As I sit alone, as if some driftwood.

Cinco Espiritus Creation
28/12/2016