Warm lips
eagerly met
tears fall
soaking wet
hot embrace
face to face
family forgotten
lovers eyes
hypnotise
hunger spent
lovers repent
leave in a daze
memory sways
husband and wife
another life

Alternate reality

in my head I’m free

not chained to this sink

not hanging on the brink

don’t have to pay bills

or wash windowsills

clothes dry themselves

hung up by little elves

nothing needs to be cooked

holidays already booked

yeah

alternate reality

in my head I’m free

Angel dust on a whispering breeze
sending protection, worry frees
that feeling you can’t put you finger on
that was your angel, your shoulder upon
they come in many guises
different events, shapes and sizes
sprinkling their magic as they go
not caring if you ever know
their always around
their love abounds
grief carried away on angels wings
strumming gently on your heart strings
recognise that their nearby
gaze wistfully at the sky
knowledge shines from within
an angel has just been

Sometimes angels cry

their souls sigh

wings weigh heavy

they want a bevy

Sometimes angels laugh

at evil’s gaff

not always easy to be good

though they know they should

They were once human

mortal man or woman

so forgive them the lapse days

were all entitled to laze

Punishment when perfection goes

their polishing their halos

next time you see a white feather

you’ll know their doing better

I'm just sitting her waiting on the bus
I'm tired, it's been a tiring day
not because I was busy
the opposite, sitting there stagnating
like grease going hard and sticking to the pan

I'm underpaid when busy
the recession has ended that
I hope they move me
I'm getting paid for doing nothing
It's soul-destroying, spirit-stifling, mind-deadening dull

I'm working for the public, apparently
but their an entity I rarely see
I talk to them on the phone and now and again communicate by letter

I'm drowning in nothingness, there is no job satisfaction
maybe they'll offer me redundancy
it could be the kick I need to search for something
something that feeds my soul
at the moment I feel I'd be better collecting the dole

Here I am collecting dust
pretty soon my brain will rust

Rambling rants of a disturbed mind

genius in his day, one of a kind

fighting against some archenemy

flailing and arguing continuously

family visit heartbroken

in their eyes, no need to be spoken

on a good day he just ignores

their presence, one of his chores

on a bad day swearing and cursing

a painted smile they’ve been rehearsing

the man they knew is long gone

but in their soul, his memory shone

they keep hoping for a breakthrough

a precious glimpse of the person they knew

Oh a cheap B&B;
made a happy memory
reconnecting with thee
such sweet ecstasy

sometimes life gets in the way
and we forget the nice things to say
caught up in everyday stuff
draping a curtain over love

Take the time to tell
that she makes your heart swell
that for-a-second-longer touch
means so much

Avoiding your eyes

their guilting me

my inadvertent sighs

you, I pity

Whatever we had

for me, it’s gone

I’m a coward

we carry on

To be beside the sea
mind and body in harmony
listening to the sea’s symphony
a water creature is me
feels like heaven ought to be

Bloodied lip

fractured hip

his idea of passion

my bones crushing

with each scream

his eyes gleam

my pain

his gain

I’m not submissive

he’s abusive

You can put a book down

it won’t cry

You can put it on a shelf

it doesn’t feel lonely

You can share it with friends

it doesn’t feel abused

If you laugh at what’s inside

it won’t feel used

A book no matter how long closed

can always be reopened

Don’t judge them by their cover

some are better than a lover

You may borrow my pen but don’t use my ink
Why would you want to use what I say or think?

Don’t you have an opinion of your own
Can’t your seeds of creation be sown

If you use someone else’s word
Your instantly ignored

But thank you for praising me
I suppose imitation is flattery

Found an old box
the memories it unlocks
cards, letters, photos
once precious mementos
a relationship gone bad
an abusive Jack-the-lad
but back then I loved him so
as only a teenage girl could know
I light a match
and let it a memory catch
with each flame a release
an emotion experienced, frees
funny I found it while making space for new
guided by a hand I’ll never rue
I start a new box
in years to come
who knows what memory it unlocks

Bridezilla is on the rampage
slightest mishap starts to rage
place settings, table plans
hair pulling, feet dance
screams and tantrums
plate dodging chums
stressing over money
I’m so not funny
hubby-2-be was being tongue-in-cheek
unaware of the havoc I can wreak
he’s in the doghouse for a week
my company is not for the meek

A heart never broken

pristine and sterile

I pity their perfection

their memories futile

An unbroken heart

has not life experience

has not taken part

never suffered a grievance


A broken heart is a lesson

hard to learn but needed

its a beautiful blessing

hopefully not oft repeated

A broken heart gives us

strength, understanding and compassion

empathy a welcome plus

wearing my heart on my sleeve, fashion

When the monkey
came to stay
he ran away
with the Earl Grey

When the snail
came to stay
he left a trail

When the frog
came to stay
he started his own blog

When the giraffe
came to stay
he charged me a tariff

When the magpie
came to stay
he ran of with a glass eye

When the parrot
came to stay
he ate my last carrot

When the cat
came to stay
he ate my welcome mat

Next time their
coming to stay
I’ll be gone away

I can't fry an egg, sunny side up
becomes nasty pulp
I'll try to do a roast
but you'll probably end up with beans and toast
I'll try to do a coddle
but it won't be a doddle
if you want cordon bleu
forget it, but I might attempt a stew
my dessert will probably fill you with mirth
you'd give it a wide berth
I mightn't be a good cook
but if you want a night filled with glee
come visit me

My friends cat got cat-i-tude
spoiled and downright rude
thinks he’s just purr-fect
has all my tights wrecked
he’s such a cool kitty
sitting there looking pretty
I don’t know what’s going to happen
have to stop myself from cat nappin’
that would be a cat-astrophe
‘cos my friend means too much to me