These quiet guardians in the night,
Gently guide the lost and hopeless,
They renovate the hidden strength,
And disperse the silent sadness.

A sudden downpour
People rushing round like mad
The wet look is back

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

If we can be upon a rainbow,
We can stroll the coloured pathways,
In the splendours of the heavens,
We can pass our nights and days;
We can cuddle within the clouds,
And kiss the nights and days away,
If  we can be upon a rainbow,
That's where with you I want to stay.

The sky looks somewhat sorry and sad,
'tis a vast expanse of gloom and grey,
And raindrops have already started,
Quite early in the morning today;
The forecast did warn the night before,
weekend would be really cold and wet,
So maybe wiser to stay indoors,
and outings we may as well forget!

A most important sense to develop,  
To maintain good rapport with everyone,  
Is to have infinite understanding,  
Even when all our patience is done.

On so many moonless nights,
With a star above as friend,
I let my thoughts to wander,
Reflections that never end.

Slowly, intensely, silently,
I allowed myself be drawn,
To where I knew for sure,
Dreams and fantasies are born.

They were all inside my mind,
All my feelings old and new,
I often kept them all alone,
And I always thought of you.

Science deals with facts
And has no time for fiction
Belief deals with faith
And has no comparison
Our brains are too limited
Our lives are too short
To deal with religion
Science we have to abort

If you have lived with suffering and pain,
thinking that all your life has been in vain,
You must re-think from these thoughts to depart,
and really hit the option key re-start.

Rudolf the famous red-nosed reindeer,
Liked to go to local pubs for beer,
He went with Santa Claus,
And drank without a pause,
Now he can fly fast without fear.

She is very sad
She was feeling sad for months
Her loved ones all gone

A word, a thousand,
Ten thousand words,
Cannot describe
The ailing in the heart,
But if you have felt
Sadness before,
You know the pain
That Sadness can impart.

It is a winter's very cold sad Sunday today,
thick mist everywhere and the sky a blanket of grey,
no darting squirrels, no chirping birds, no pigeons in flight,
and no playing children, no shouts, no laughter in sight,
most neighbouring families seem homebound,
while in the courtyards and gardens nary a sound,
cars are parked neatly in all  their usual places,
unlike other days, there are no empty spaces,
the roads are eerily empty of people walking about,
except for a couple of dog walkers who are out,
so until the morning mist clears and the sky turns blue,
I'll just watch TV with others doing the same thing too.

White with touch of pink
A sea of flowers en masse
Cherry blossoms joy

What would almost of us do,  
Without our salt and pepper?  
When we add these two ingredients,  
Our food will taste much better;  
Pepper comes in various colours,  
In corns of black, red, green and white,  
And for certain spicy dishes,  
The combination is just right;  
With salt, a teaspoon is enough,  
Eating without salt is better,  
Because if you use too much salt,  
Your pressure will go haywire;  
So even though salt and pepper
Will enhance almost all your food,    
Be sure to use moderation,  
Or you will end up not so good.

Sammy bought himself a cheap car,
Then found he couldn’t go too far,
Its gas tank was too small,
Its engine seemed to stall,
Now he’s getting drunk in the bar.

Even as an innocent child,
I had always liked to believe,    
That the jolly fat man in red,    
Will fly across with gifts to give,    
Making many hopeful children
Very happy on Christmas Eve;  

For on this holy festive night,  
Santa is real and not a lie,  
So children all over the world,  
Will excitedly watch the sky,  
Hoping to see if Santa Claus  
With his reindeer are passing by;  

It's not really such a big deal,  
Even if it's a fairy tale,
Adults also need something too,
For happiness is often frail,  
Santa will always bring a smile,  
Like greeting cards in Christmas mail.

Even as a small child  
I had liked to believe,  
That the fat man in red  
Had many toys to give,    
To make all the children  
Happy on Christmas Eve;  

For on this holy night  
Santa is not a lie,  
And children everywhere  
Will be watching the sky,  
To see if Santa Claus  
And reindeer will pass by;  

But it's not a big deal  
If it's a fairy tale,  
Adults need something too  
when happiness is frail,  
And Santa brings a smile  
Like Christmas cards in mail.

I will always remember,
As long as my mind is well,
To save things soft and tender,
Joyful stories I can tell.

I will learn to leave behind,
Unpleasantries to forget,
To delete them from my mind,
Tales of sadness and regret.

Sea is blue and calm
Much fun to frolic and swim
Waves are behaving

With sleek widespread wings
White gulls skim over the sea
The fish are hiding

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

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!

Sea shells washed ashore,
Hermit *****, shellfish, starfish,
Typical seaside.

Let’s take a stroll along the seaside,
And leave our footprints in the sand,
Watch the beauty of the setting sun,
In the distance where the sea does end

We can enjoy the screeching seagulls,
Winging swiftly in the evening sky,
Let’s stroll along the lovely seaside,
Lightly holding hands - just you and I

My friends are Seconds, we are sixty in all,  
Moving slightly fast, we are precise though small,  
Ticking away steadily without a stop,  
We do not run or jump or skip or hop;  

And when the sixty seconds have been done,  
I take over and continue the run,  
I am Minute and have fifty nine friends too,  
We are also precise and don’t stick like glue;  

Then when their sixty minutes have gone past,  
I take over, I am Hour and the last;  
We all work in harmony in perfect rhyme,  
Seconds, Minutes and Hours are our time.

Everyone has secrets to hide,
Their real feelings they dare not show,
Which often lead to misunderstandings,
And sometimes a deadly blow.

Short three line poem
On various topics or themes
Cousin of haiku

The golden globe retires to bed,  
Its colour changing to brilliant red,  
It’s going to sleep with regal grace,  
And multi colours will take its place;  
Then this awesome wonder in the sky,  
Will soon disappear without a sigh,  
As I watch entranced the glorious end,  
The parting of a celestial friend,  
I will etch this beauty in my mind,  
So the night so long will be so kind.

Bossy my owner calls me ****
but I wonder if he's just being funny
maybe it does suit me 'cause I'm so fit
anyway I have to get used to it

for really how can I protest
when my owner can't access
any doggy word I say ……
it's the same **** thing every day

you know, it's really not too good
when I can't be understood
but I ask of you, what can I do …….
when my owner doesn't have a clue

I'm a male dog of mixed breed,
Bossy loves me and that's all I need,
so now that you and I at last have met,
you'll want to know more about me I'll bet

I couldn’t hear his soft footsteps,
Though I sensed that he was behind,
Since he seemed very close to me,
I wondered what he had in mind;
I waited till he was too close,
Then I suddenly spun around,
But to my chagrin and surprise,
It was my shadow that I found.

A black dorsal fin
Slicing smoothly through water
Sea is not so safe

A streak in the sky
Of fiery diamond dust
Wishes everywhere

Showing off is always such a pain,
In the neck, also you-know-elsewhere,
It’s a sign of insecurity,
And doesn’t impress nor here nor there

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.

Missiles streaking down
Devils raining from the skies
Corpses all around

If I could float up to the sky,
Be with the moon and stars up high,
And hide from common earthly sight,
Never seen by day or night,
I would surely find a way,
To take you up with me to stay,
To spend our days and nights above,
With joy, laughter, happiness and love.

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Dreams and nightmares here

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Dreams and nightmares here

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Nightmares waking up

This morning waking up is such a chore,
It’s so lovely to sleep just minutes more,
Though the stupid alarm has gone off twice,
I think I'm truly feeling not too nice,
Because I went to bed too late last night,
And now I just don’t want to see daylight,
So really I will opt in bed to stay,
Maybe remain for the rest of the day.

She was hurt, very, very hurt,
but she kept it all inside herself,
looking at her, one could never tell,
unless one manages to see,
those silent teardrops that fell

For she was good at disguising,
keeping all her emotions hidden,
and all the sadness within,
for weeks and months and years,
until she finally passed away,
finally freed of all her fears

And still, looking at her,
one could never tell, all the,
suffering that she had had,
she had not even one close friend,
that she could confide in,
while that tiny smile of loneliness,
she carried till the very end

Tender creature in the cold,
Snugly small and black and bold,
No warm refuge have you found,
Perched five feet above the ground,
Snowflakes are still floating down,
Do I see you with a frown?
I should have some crumbs for you,
If I’d known I’d see you too,
But If you will come with me,
In a nice warm cage you’ll be.

I watched the snowflakes falling in the night,
And was thrilled with such a simple splendid sight,
All was changing slowly to white and clear,
And a breathless silence hovered by my ear.
I watched the snowflakes for minutes more,
I could see the beauty grow beyond the door,
Then I went to sleep with a happy heart,
Loving the feeling that snowflakes can impart.

They were just new-born baby snowflakes
heavy raindrops splashing on the walls
half an hour later fully grown
and falling like fluffy cotton *****

It snowed heavily for half a day
The snowflakes falling without a sound
everything slowly changed to white
rooftops, treetops, bushes and the ground

Such a beauteous stunning scenery
was thrilling to capture all in mind
for a joyous glorious little while
snowflakes make me leave my cares behind

They were just new-born baby snowflakes,
heavy raindrops splashing on the walls,
half an hour later fully grown,
and falling like fluffy cotton *****;

It snowed heavily for half a day,
the snowflakes falling without a sound,
everything slowly changed to white,
rooftops, treetops, bushes and the ground;

Such a beauteous stunning scenery,
was thrilling to capture all in mind,
for a joyous glorious little while,
snowflakes made me leave my cares behind.