Out from the trees it came in sight,
Weaving lightly and blinking bright,
I watched it drawing ever near,
A tiny phantom of the night,
And the thought wandered in my mind,
With its tiny lantern did it find,
Whatever it was searching for,
Before it joined its ghostly kind?

Seahorse in the sea
Upright it will always be
Friends are all fishes

The moon is rising
Fully round and truly bright
Hounds and wolves wailing

The world would be a drab place,
Without our gentler ***,
They fill our lives with colours,
and  beauty without pretext.

And their feline behaviour,
Subtle, enticing and coy,
Can turn a so-called macho man,
Into an obedient boy.

Clothes, make-up, yearly fashions,
Blend with art, flowers and rainbows,
They subdue the minds and senses,
Like pleasant April showers.

Men have remained with male colours,
Mainly blue, brown, grey and black,
For too many colours shift them,
On to the feminine track.

So the world is more colourful,
With our lovely gentler ***,
And men may also be thankful,
Women have put on them the hex.

Hey hey hey, I keep running forward,
But it’s getting me nowhere,
I’m running in this revolving cage,
Not stopping nor here nor there

I’m really spinning this cage myself,
And it’s truly so much fun,
So until it’s time for me to stop,
I’ll just run and run and run.

Walking in the countryside
Dozing on the afternoon grass
Fanned by a cool fresh breeze
Many lovely moments to pass
Gazing upon cottoned clouds
Enjoying singing birds nearby
Listening to rippling streams
Lovely moments to make one sigh

It waited alone on damp sand,
For the tide, to rejoin its band,
Hidden safely inside its cone,
A shellfish stranded on its own.

It had no door that I could see,
It was always open to be
Ready to crawl out to take flight,
From anything that gave it fright.

I thought I’d check if I could hear,
While holding it close to my ear,
The sound of waves some people say,
Are locked inside all night and day.

And yes, inside I know not where,
The wind and waves were surely there,
So it really is very true,
Within you hear the ocean blue!

Be kind to everyone, be fair to all,
This should be our simple daily call,
If wiser in thinking we really are,
More understanding we should be by far,
Many people don't have a lucky star.

I wake up when there is no light,
When everything to me is bright,
With big eyes I can see,
Everything around me,
I hunt small creatures of the night.

It was frightening
A thunderclap quite sudden
Cat's under the bed

It is time. Right on the dot. The brushes are out,
and the artist is ready. The evening’s artwork will
begin in oil.

So the painting starts, with gentle wide strokes.
Simple shades for soft setting sun,
egg yolk red, carrot orange, cleverly done.

Then more forceful strokes as minutes pass.
Wide precise strokes. Lovely colours dash,
on unlimited canvas, the evening’s splash.

Lemon yellow like painted gold,
boldly morphed in crimson and blue,
and various shades of purple too.

Many minutes have passed. Half an hour all,
the final strokes are done for nature's call.

This awesome painting for earthly enjoyment,
all in total silence. No music. No fears,
for angels' harps are not for earthly ears.

The masterpiece is a short time's stay,
Then the brilliant colours fade away,
until next sundown.

Humour is the fun side of life,
And a daily generous slice,
Will squash most suffering and  strife,
It's free for all without a price.

Sad is the one who knows it not,
He will be stuck in misery,
For the mind needs a balanced plot,
To maintain it fresh and cheery,

So open up and see the joke,
Laugh and enjoy the funny side,
Give your gloominess a hard  poke,
Don't let your humour be denied. .

Eating breakfast in the evening,
And having lunch around midnight,
Taking dinner in afternoon,
Somehow something is not quite right?

I walked the cold and lonely deck,
As we sailed on the midnight sea,
All was darkness for miles around,
As far as my eyes could see.

A few stars glittered in the sky,
There was no moon, just stars in sight,
But I saw a distant lighthouse,
Flashing somewhere to my right.

My thoughts did dwell for long on us,
I wondered how our lives would be,
If we lived our years together,
Instead of you with you,
And I with me.

In early hours of morning,
Still in darkness at break of dawn,
I am roused from sleeping by birds,
Singing in trees across the lawn.

The hidden birds are waking up,
Each feathered friend has its say,
They are now chirping what to do,
Before they fly off for the day.

Their singing seems to never end,
And their chatter I faintly keep,
In the drowsiness of my mind,
Before I drift off back to sleep.

Unless I had reacted hastily
performed without thinking through
instead had used all my knowledge
considered everything before deciding
I should not regret what I had done
For what else could I do?

My thoughts did dwell for long on us,
I wondered how our lives would be,
If we lived our years together,
Instead of you with you and I with me.

I keep treading the lonely paths,
Where all signposts are vague or worn,
Hoping to find that mystic place,
Where truths and destinies are born.

The paths are too faint and many,
Like wide-spread branches in a tree,
And it would be a miracle,
To find the correct path for me.

For now I just keep plodding on,
til l find the answers at last,
Then I can rest my wearied bones,
When no more far-off dreams are cast.

Rain and sun painting
Which end starts and which end ends
Where's the *** of gold

It is always disconcerting,
How some people can simply make,
Thoughts and actions so plainly dense,
And one gets really lost for words,
For actions lacking common sense.

If you could fly,
You would live so high,
It would be a breeze,
And there would be
no limits in the sky.

You would need a jacket,
to keep you warm,
You would need goggles
to protect your eyes
from the storm.

If you enter the clouds,
It’s useless to shout,
No one can see you,
You need a compass,
To find your way out.

You have to be careful
Of birds or a plane
For if they hit you
On your head
It will cause much pain.

And in case you fall,
You just can’t cry,
For no one hears you
Not even your call,
And you would die.

So unless you can fly,
It’s better you don’t try!

We cannot always expect others  
to think or do like how we would do,  
for what 's correct thinking for oneself  
may not be the same for others too.  

Often we're puzzled why a person,  
Has wrong thoughts or does a certain act,  
but then, the behaviour that is wrong,  
for whom is it really incorrect?  

Our thinking is the total sum,  
Everything that we have ever learnt,  
but not all people learn the same things,  
so some souls survive while some get burnt.  

Be tolerant of variations.  
Be thoughtful and kind to one and all,  
So  we don't overstress ourselves,  
Until we hear our final call.

I watch the softly shimmering flame,
feeling its soothing charm transport me,
into the subconscious of myself,
where my thoughts and I become the same;

Then I analyse my wrongs and rights,
all the faults encountered in past days,
when sanity and reasons don't lie,
to raise my thoughts to healthier heights;

Alone I sit, no one calls my name,
in the latest hour of the night,
to watch my friendly candid candle,
and to bond with its flickering flame.

You will see me only once a year,
When I come to spread some Easter cheer,
You won’t really know where I’ll be bound,
For I hop around without a sound.

I will be bringing some gifts for you,
Sweets, caramel and chocolates too,
Unlike yellow chicks and coloured eggs,
You will know me by my ears and legs.

This lovely bluest of the blue,
Spanning the widest of the wide,
The  calmest of its waters calm,
What silent horrors does it hide?

The most beautiful of beauty,
Stupendous on the surface side,
Death in the deepest of the deep,
The tombs of mariners who died.

It is really strong
Everything is blown away
I’m chasing my hat

A streak in the sky
Of fiery diamond dust
Wishes everywhere

I wear a permanent smile,
So when you see my friendly face,
You’ll think I’m always laughing,
But that’s typical of my race.

I’ll show my aquatic skill,
Jumping way up into the air,
Doing flips and spins and turns,
With a natural actor’s flair.

I socialise well with man,
In water I am his best friend,
so if we should meet at sea,
a friendly wave to you I’ll send.

The waves race to shore
Undercurrents strong and fierce
No swimming today