Let my

hugs

speak volumes

Let my

kisses

whisper to your soul

Let my

fingertips

trace a place in your heart

Let my

giggle

make you smile

Let me

in

He touches my cheek
as light as a butterfly’s wing
He sends tingles down my spine
with that look that says your mine

Fills me with bliss
gentle forehead kiss
Our fingers entwined
a silent message of trust

His gentle caresses
slowly undresses
Together in ecstasy
nowhere else I wanna be

Married a delectable rose

couldn’t forsee the woes

her actions would compose

A flirtatious flower

men with kisses shower

her mysterious power

She spread her petals far and wide

his beautiful bride

no longer a source of pride

a lingering scent

he now repents

the passion he spent

His rose had thorns

his feelings scorned

her loss he mourns

I’m good at reading lips

the ones that hide behind zips

in the middle of the hips

Their taste has made me lick mine

the moans they cause sound divine

their absence makes me pine

I saw this angelic little boy
eyes so blue, big head of blond curls,
which he'll probable bemoan in years to come,
gorgeous smile

I realise he's on his own,
can't be more than three
I get down on my hunkers and spread my arms
he doesn't hesitate not even for a second
Oh, the innocence of him as he jumps into my arms
and clasps me in a wondrous hug
I try to get him to talk but he just keeps squeezing my nose
and breaking into fits of laughter
he's adorable

I place him down, and take his hand
I noticed things I hadn't seen his little hands grubby
his skin peeling and sore
his beautiful curls all knotted
and bless him, not a nice smell

I decide to walk him around
see can i find who he belongs to
then this woman comes running, screaming
she grabs him, and slaps him
I'm stunned, he doesn't even cry
he turns and gives me a resigned shrug
what I thought was innocence was pure joy
in someone willing to give a bit of attention
this was a little boy who didn't cry
he's mature beyond his years
he's long since learnt no point in tears
as the woman screams "Have I no children of my own, leave mine alone"

She looks high, I wish I could take this little mite
but what gives me the right
he says "sorry, mommy" takes her hand and leads her home
I just might take that little boy next time he decides to roam

Ignored my intuition
lived to regret my folly
let down my inhibitions
he ran off with my lolly

His twisted dysfunctional lies
I believed without question
my emotions he assailed
his lies too many too mention

Won’t give in to resentment
leave disappoint behind me
I’m sure my money he’s spent
my bright future worth every penny

He’s a lesson well learnt
my eyes well and truly open
my fingers badly burnt
he’ll get his comeuppance, I’m hoping

Ignored my intuition
lived to regret my folly
let down my inhibitions
he ran off with my lolly

His twisted dysfunctional lies
I believed without question
my emotions he assailed
his lies too many too mention

Won’t give in to resentment
leave disappoint behind me
I’m sure my money he’s spent
my bright future worth every penny

He’s a lesson well learnt
my eyes well and truly open
my fingers badly burnt
he’ll get his comeuppance, I’m hoping

I’m afraid of the unspoken

the secrets you keep

will they be love tokens

or things to make me weep

I’m scared of not-happened-yet rows

I want us to be like this always

the flames I’m ready to douse

in my head scenarios play

I’m trying to live in the present

just enjoy what we are

but the future is ******* on my lampost

marking me, leaving a scar

People watching

boredom dodging

he’s an accountant

she’s probably a taunt

that one has to be a mum

looks like everyone’s chum

quickly avoiding their gaze

when your searching eyes they face

Hugging my pillow

it smells of you

wilting like a willow

I’m lost without you

I can’t hide how I feel about you

to refrain from kissing you

is all I can do

You used to be mine

I thought I’d be fine

but my feelings are had to define

One moment I’m mad

the next I’m sad

guilt over feelings I’ve had

See I was the one who let you go

for reasons I now don’t know

they seemed so important then

I wish I had that time again

You’ve found someone new

honestly she suits you

she’s bubbly and smart

she’s got you down to a fine art

Your still my friend

I hope that never ends

No longer my lover

always my friend

Opening up

falling

Trusting

fallen

Regretting

broken

Love me tonight

but do it right

don’t call me a *****

can’t if for once feel pure

play with my hair

not reef it and swear

take the time to tease

think of both of us, please

I get turned on when you are

do that for me, raise the bar

you ask me to worship your *******

when my ****** feels rejection

love me tonight

but do it right

He wanted a ***** enlarger

gave him a magnifying glass

I said “where’s the food go”

he replied “look at your ***”

He likes to call me his experience

what he calls all his mistakes

I call him my grievance

my heart he constantly breaks

When he yawns he gets to open his mouth

otherwise he tends to keep stum when I’m about

he lives poor, so he can die rich

calls me an overspending *****

Were no longer love’s young dream

when I see him I want to scream

I **** his ills with pills

his money pays his funeral bills

Love whispered in the breeze
I wasn’t ready made me freeze
love nudged me insistently
ignored it persistently
love tapped me on the back
refused to walk that track
love stopped chasing me
I missed its company

I realised though I declined
it was always there at the back of my mind
I opened my heart and let love in
now in front of friends and kin
I accept love’s company evermore
and share it with whoever knocks at our door

A lot of machines
are a lot like women
you have to read the manual
and press the right buttons

Machines can have a hissy fit
just won’t work thats it
you’ve pressed the wrong button
or turned the wrong key
today machine will cause misery

But treat them right
tend to their needs
and they’ll perform day and night
machine gives out what you feed

So be a good mechanic
be your machines tonic
bring the oil
for you it will toil

but remember
and keep an eye on when
every machine
needs a service now and then

Blossoming shrubs

enveloping pubs

not a cloud in the sky

budding am I



Malaga in September

weather I'll remember

29 degrees and counting

each day it seems to be mounting



I'm not liking the creepy crawlies

giving me the heebie jeebies

to everyone's delight

I squeal in fright



Spanish are fine

until behind them in line

no problem pushing

with choice adjectives I'm gushing



My muscles are loving the heat

I can even touch my feet

my back thinks its in heaven

my shoulder readily rev-ing



Still a week to go

my tan a no-show

this sunbathing is hard work

in the shade my husband lurks



Batteries are charging

my stomach's enlarging

relaxation is seeping into my pores

lullabies, each others snores

The man in the moon
looked down with a frown
‘cos no-one looked up
as he looked down

No longer a belief in him
was he just some lost whim?
He liked the stars to skim
and in the clouds he liked to swim
but that was when he felt love
when someone down there
gazed wistfully above

Then he heard a little voice
“Daddy, Daddy, I saw him twice
I saw the man in the moon”
Daddy smiled and said
“then its bedtime son,
Santa will be here soon”

The man in the moon swam
and skimmed all night
Santa basked in his bright light

She’s a man-pleasing dresser

Women’s envy does not stress her

Short and tight for her is right

Some women’s lips purse tight

She’s got a bust

Show it she must

She wants a man’s lust

She smirks with delight

At every wife’s plight

When her husband can’t

get her out of his sight

Try as he might

She’s here to please

She’s every man’s squeeze

Touch her, if you want to please

Married, single, give it a try

For her all men apply

She’s a **** with a heart

you and your money need not part

You see, she can’t help but flirt

It fills her with mirth

She’s been like that since birth

If you want a fling

She’s a sure thing

You may think she’s a harlot

She just thinks she’s smart

She’s got what she wants down to a fine art

She’s a man-pleasing dresser

Women’s envy does not stress her

The wind tickles my moustache
cigarette tips its ash
must remember to get that waxed
or relationship could be axed

My hair is looking grey
better buy that dye today
my nails look discoloured
but couldn’t be bothered

Still got the voucher for the gym
I’ll put that in a card for him
Son’s birthday coming up, 25
open lines of communication, strive

Today’s feeling is melancholy
haven’t got the energy to be jolly
ah, here’s the bus
paste on smile, face life thus

I’m still in love with who I thought you were

The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away

I’m still in love with who I thought you were

The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away

Caught in the middle of someone’s mind game

implicated, not taking the blame

I say that but for three nights haven’t slept

with disappointment I have wept

friends can be wierd creatures

smiling, welcoming features

but with knives sharpened

and words honed

they can cut to the bone

I’ve got a minx within

she likes to sin

evidence put in my recycle bin

can fill up quick when imbibing gin

She’s fun my minx

my reputation she jinx

can break some links

put her away for a while methinks

There’s a bit of a perk

she sleeps when I’m in work

in shadows she likes to lurk

sneaks out, I call it a quirk

Fairies dancing in the breeze
swinging daintily on flowers leaves
teasing animals as they fly
gone in the blink of their eye

Sprinkling dust as they go
painting nature to and fro
delicately leaving their mark
was that a coy flutter, hark

Giggling as they sprinkled a bee
he sneezed, they tittered prettily
mischievous little sprites
playfully sharing delights

Nighttime falls, they leave the ball
on the wind they sensed a call
homeward bound they meander
leaving behind a world of wonder

Missing girls possessions
Parents obsessions

Doll, clothes, shoes
the parents mull over
they’ll never recover

She’s being missing two months now
still her parents row
“I want her back, NOW”

Recrimination
protestation
Desperation
DESPAIR

Her mum has a frame
with a snip of her hair
she takes it out
and feels it with care
Its her treasure
nothing else can measure
Remembering

Her dad has her favourite book
he keeps it in a secret nook
often compelled to have a look
Remembering

Every morning they run to the door
to meet the postman
first name terms now “Dan”
“Sorry folks, nothing today”
they go inside and pray

She’s no longer headline news
everybody has their views
about which they opine
often over a glass of wine

The parents separate
Can no longer operate
Both consumed by guilty memories
suspicious of each others queries

they no longer gel
trapped in private hell

They need to mourn
but as long as shes still missing
there’s hope
that’s how they cope

I can’t imagine their sadness
hanging on verge of madness

I have a personality for every occasion
If you want extrovert my voice I will be raising

If you want quiet
I’ll keep my tone light

If you want rude,
listen up *****

If you want crazy
Just call me Daisy

If you want a bore
I can make conversation a chore

Whatever you want I’ll bring along
Inside I’ll be singing my own song

Caught my eye

a slip of a stare

drifted by

standing my hair

I couldn’t forget that glance

captured my heart

forever, perchance

in my soul, a dart

Searched for you, daily

PLEASE, look again

my eyes gazed at you gaily

you’ll ask me, but when?

You were my first crush

and crushed, was I

turned my knees to mush

when you just walked on by

I’ll do it in my own sweet time
don’t need a bribe
keep your nickle and dime
I don’t follow the tribe
I word my own rhyme
your politely worded scribe
caused me to mime
your simpering vibe
I’m swimming in slime

I wanted a pen
to write my dreams
to silence my screams
to dwell in imaginations den

I looked at the sky
head in the clouds
asked out loud
a plaintive cry

I forgot my request
got on with life
lived through strife
survived the test

I entered a contest for fun
drew a quick sketch
third prize I fetched
oh my, a sky pen, I won

I took it as a sign
to rekindle my fire
this victory inspired
me to pen a line

I’ve found a lost love
a forgotten joy
a much adored toy
a gift from above

It fulfills a need
feeds the soul
makes me whole
I’ve planted a seed

It grows and grows
can take over
I’ll never recover
from poems I sow

I’m soaring, floating
following my pen
escaping reality again
sweetly, softly, drifting

My wings are stretched
I’m travelling worldwide
nothing can hide
nothing’s too far-fetched

Dilly-dallying my day away
strolling down fantasy lane
with my pen I’m playing
brain and hand gone astray

Am I like Dumbo with his feather?
Can I pen without this pen?
if it broke, what then?
Could I even write a letter?

Firing words from pen
shooting from the hip
no risk of punch in lip
safely hidden in my den

Writing stops many a row
it’s a release
iron’s out many a crease
to it’s power I bow

Freedom is anonymity
let emotions speak
coming out, not for the weak
it brings accountability

My pen has the loudest voice
speaks over my own
doesn’t need a microphone
to listen, I’ve no choice

On day’s pen’s not working
I await listlessly
eyeing it continuously
ideas, hovering, lurking

This pen is now an obsession
an all consuming need
I’m overcome with greed
interrupting can cause agression

My time is no longer my time
it’s now ruled by pen
I’m let of now and then
but frequently called back to rhyme

I’m skimming the stars
for inspiration
battling frustration
wish I could traverse on Mars

On make-believe’s loom I weave
today I want to celebrate
pen and I co-operate
it’s absence I’d grieve

I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
this writing lark is easy
and never makes me queasy
everything, today, is grand

Pen has a quirky way of being
some days very liberal
wouldn’t want to take it literal
problems invisible, I’m not seeing

Today pen writes in language of love
expressing itself from the heart
roses and kindness it imparts
fits me snug, like a glove

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
making me write all twee
writing cute and pretty
causing my dog to leer

Your like a pringle
once I pop, I can’t stop
you make my feet bop
my senses all a tingle

I’m your willing slave
marvelling in your ways
writing in a blissful daze
your company I crave

Now your just being rude
everything you write is naughty
getting me all prim and haughty
I’ll have to work on your attitude

I need to go to sleep
rest my weary head
your inkwell, your bed
don’t want to hear you, not a peep

Penning naughty poetry

fills me with childish glee

pushing away boundaries

religion pegged on me

writing myself free

Blossomed daffodils
gracing windowsills
bluebells bloom
lighting the gloom
fields of green
lush and serene
silver birch trees
whistling in the breeze
natures glory
never-ending story

I want to be loved for myself

not because I have a nice shelf

My eyes are higher

raise your gaze, squire

I know I have a nice rack

keep talking to it and I won’t be back

So yes lads, admire

lustful thoughts, inspire

but remember that I’ve got a brain

and high heels that can cause pain

Early to rise, early to bed
gives me a dull head
I try this path to tread
but it takes me forever to retire to bed
once I get there it can become my homestead

I can’t help it I was born this way
I could stay up all night and sleep all day
If only life didn’t get in the way

I became we

since matrimony

problems shared

feelings aired

no easy ride

some days I haven’t tried

but right now, today

everything’s okay

it’s well worth the trip

were joined at the hip

accepting each others flaws

our achievements, applause

having each other’s back

keeps us on the right track

I became we

since matrimony

problems shared

feelings aired

no easy ride

some days I haven’t tried

but right now, today

everything’s okay

it’s well worth the trip

were joined at the hip

accepting each others flaws

our achievements, applause

having each other’s back

keeps us on the right track