There’s a little bliss in this bottle
It’s hiding near the bottom
If I just... if I just keep drinking
Maybe I can find it...

Receding hairline!
Dental bridges,
Bad eyesight,
Hearing aids,
Walking aids,
Memory loss,
Back to pampers,
Don't worry,
It's okay,
Just ageing process.

His devotion and care
colours my soul
in the loveliest shades
1/4/2020

Lord, bless and protect everyone from corona-virus.
That comes to this here site that is called Hello-poetry.
Help your people to all love one another here O God.
Save us both the middle, leftist, and the right as well.
So that the lost shall see the unity and want to know you.
Loving others is the second greatest commandment there is.
Lord do an work within us all so that we shall come together.
Hear my plea Lord , I pray this in Jesus Worthy Name Amen.

Feeling is tactile
not an abstraction
each draws a picture
in translation.

She is like liquorice,
Some love her some don't,
For me she is a temptation I cannot do without.
1/4/2020

It's not restlessness
     but the quest for meaning
     that has herded me
     into this sojourning

    the dust of my life
    has not settled yet
    a voice is beckoning
    my mission I mustn't forget

   every self of its own
   does need careful cleansing
   there's pollution unceasing
   suffocating and threatening

   my heart I'll wear
   on my sleeve in this offing
   home I'll not be heading
   until I've found my soul's healing.

I am a poet,
You will be remembered in my limericks.
31/3/2020

It was a lover and his lass,
  With a hey, and a **, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
  With a hey, and a **, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
  With a hey, and a **, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time
  With a hey, and a **, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownèd with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.