She sauntered in and looked around
poised,ready for flight
the resident cat made a growling sound
he's not in the mood for a fight
she sashayed past as he stared spellbound
at her sudden hot dog stunts
she arched her back and danced about
then suddenly up she sprunt
rife with mischief she leaped and bounced
and he rose,and left at once.

Silence is the backdrop
the canvas
on which the sounds of life are painted
an anomaly
only heard
by the listening ear.

À skilful move
Or sleight of hand
That's quick to fool
A game of chance
A slick trick.

Brought forth
In the north
On a cold winter night
Aphelion
Born far from the sun.

Your sentiments may be right
or maybe you're just looking to cause  a fight.
Fairness and justice are not by anger met,
light the touch paper and see what you get,
or parse your words
and see what occurs.

Daughter,sister,grandchild,niece
mother,aunt we're all of these
lover,nanny,friend and foe
each different face,we're all of those
but in the end
at the heart of it
at the point that is
the crux of it
we shine our light
'cos we exist.

I could assume that you're o.k.
or just re-tune the things I say
talk you through the years of pain
or show you that we're all the same
I could harangue you 'til I'm blue
but either way I'm here for you.

In our own space
we are everything
to the rest of the universe
we are nothing
null.

I look out of my window, what do I see
crows congregating, cawing at me.
Capricious by nature with their noisy behavior,
shouting, come quick! there's cake for our tea.

When I was young grandma said
walk as if you have a book on your head
that way you will foster
good posture
with every step you tread.

Where was your sense of compunction
as you held your stony faced head high?
What kind of messed up malfunction
gave you the right to let that man die?

Isolation lock down
when going out feels like a crime
la longueur de journee
a tedious period of time.

When you instigate an action
that creates a bad reaction
you need to find a quick distraction.

It's time to groom
to spruce and smooth
to prink the plume
and prance and preen
to set the scene.

Don't play me that Egyptian stuff
it sets my spirit weeping
for I was gave to Horus once
when I lay softly sleeping.

I dreamed a warning,long,slow and clear.
I woke in the morning,trembling with fear.
Great trees ,whose branches danced high in the sky,
bent low in the wind and kissed the ground.
And out of the silence the great noise of fear
the rushing of blood pounding in my ear.
The great wind rushed onward,it came from above
where no stars were shining and the moon had gone out.
The sky full of menace,yawned black and vast
and terror lurked from a terrible past.
In the wake of the wind a shower of sparks
unleashed through the sky from unknown parts.
The path of destruction glowed orange and black
as anguish howled and echoed back.

Released from the sun the planet flew
spinning faster and faster out of view.

Isolation creates
a lonely situation
for some who need connection
and conversation
for the prevention of
desperation and depression.

Isolation spawns
creation of new ways of
communication.

Falling,falling down and down
spinning,spinning round and round
am I dreaming,am I dead?
Am I standing on my head?


Hold me tight to keep me steady
give the word and I'll be ready
just as soon as I can see
where I am supposed to be.

Where's my glass I'll have another
here's to you and to my brother
and another for the road
then I'll head for my abode.

I heard you, Brian Wilson,
your genius creativity,
your schizophrenic synchronicity,
through finely tuned
and balanced cans
way back in 1973.

I am looking at a raindrop

Imagine

In that raindrop is

A whole universe

In that universe is a constellation
we call
the Milky Way
and in the Milky Way
is our Solar System.

Imagine

you

are in that Solar System
standing on the planet Earth

and I

am looking at the raindrop.

How much of me can you see?

How much of you can I see ?

Disrupted lives
tears,fears and pain
will life ever
be the same again?

Isolation
is when the only place
to hide
is inside yourself.

You wrap it in a paper dream
and label it with honesty

Your version of reality

Shouting out a twisted truth
supported by your
manufactured proof
absolving you
from the lies you tell.

Well

All roads lead to madness
and the unhinged swinging gate
where suspicion
screams
in accusation
and stains
the purity of love with hate.

Innocence stares
wide eyed and helpless
denied
as hope
dismayed
slowly fades.

The wrong creed
seals their fate
the right creed
in another place
this creed
preaches hate
for all
who show the other face.

Whose creed sans pitie'
whose face
whose proof
whose version of reality
whose heartless twisted truth

empowers the fist with righteousness
and holds the key to life and death?

Air flight grounded
travel banned
together in isolation
we stand

Always say please
and thank you
my grandma
used to say
follow this rule
and be sure
that  you'll
go through life
the right way.

Spring has sprung
a neat surprise
with wall to wall
blue skies.
All the birds
have changed their tune
out come the
butterflies.
primrose peeping
through the grass
under the gentle sun
dandelion
as bold as brass
the cycle
has begun.

One door closes
another one
opening
beckoning
temptation.

All these horror films
about the future
will all one day come true
and big brother
slowly
taking over
controlling
everything
we do.

Everything or nothing
a meeting of minds
on a blank canvas,

I paint the picture
that lives in your head
in shades of blue
while you
continue
to watch and wait.

in a cruel irony
my love and I
cry
together and alone,
mourning the years
through sorrowing tears
in a pageant of grief.

He views you
as the thief
the invader
the liberator
of the love he took for granted.

Bereft
I'm left
as nobody and nothing.

This Xmas night
I contemplate
the dying ember's glow
and dream of happy Xmas's
of childhood long ago.
The tinseled tree
I look at now
twinkles back at me
reminding me of magic times
my love rich family.
My children sleep
within their beds
their stockings hung with glee
to dream their woven dreams
of sparkling fantasy.
Remembering mine
I lace that tree
with love and ecstacy
and hope their faces reflect mine
when I was only wee.

I watched you
smiling blue eyes
animated
in conversation.
Sad, in my position
I watched everyone
but you ,
looked at me.
Contact !
Eye to eye.
Excited I looked away.

For weeks I held the memory.

Out of hell they rise
to tempt us
with their wares
so cheap
and easy to acquire.
Demanding,in return,
their pound of flesh,
and we forget,so easily,
our Father,God,in Heaven
whose love we so desire
expecting in return
forgiveness.
Confused within this market place
of greed and vice and pain
circling,sinking
saved by thinking
of our God again.

Take a snapshot of
this moment
this moment
is already the past.

Throw another log on the fire
the wind's getting up
and the rain's turned to sleet.

Make a dancing ,crackling fire,
to fill up the room
with it's comforting heat.

There may be a power cut
but never you mind,
we'll sit in the light of the fireside glow.

We'll renew our love
without distraction
while outside the sleet turns to snow.

Monday did not seem
so far away
until you said you'd meet me
on that day.
A knot of excited anticipation
tightens
with its' slow
and tortuous approach.
The conversation
that I can't believe
I had with you
echoes in my head.
The impossible dream
that I had been content to nurture
in a gentle fantasy
now threatens to explode
into my waking reality.
You answered the question
I had not dared to ask
and the subtle invitation
flutters
like butterflies
behind the mask
that you have seen through.

It lurks in corners
when I pass by,
slowly,slowly,crawling.

It waits for me
behind the door,
gently,gently,laughing.


It tumbles down
out of the sky,
softly,softly,falling.

It rises up
out of the floor,
whispering, whispering,

come to me.

Oh, shadow,shadow
on the wall,
don't swallow me.

Blackberries ripening in the hedgerow
warn me of Winter drawing near
though the pleasure of Autumn
still to come
softens the blow of frost's cold cheer
and Summer's heat receding fast
more uncertain than Winter's blast.

The life that we live
and the hope that we give
are the deals that we seal.

Together,alone
we talk
about everything
and nothing.

A trail of years
laced together
with broken promises
threats and regrets.

You say I spit resentment
and share nothing of myself
while you
stand on the outside looking in.

The promise of love
held always at arms' length
demanding more in return
always more in return.

You ****** me in
and closed me down
trapped with the  pain of old wounds
which you throw in my face
like acid
and I close the lid tighter
while the pressure builds

waiting to explode
and expose me.

Don't focus
on the negative
otherwise
that's the world
you'll live in.

Flickering firelight
danced attendance on my thoughts
wandering through the shadows.
Half remembered memories slide around
not quite caught,
hovering in the shadows.

A tunnel of darkness beckons me
toward the great white plain.
A glaring light too bright to see
a place where there's no pain.
A soul might float forever there
among the silent peace,
with mind spread wide upon the air
relaxing there with ease.
But life has not yet done with me
and calls me back again
to be where I'm supposed to be
to feel again the pain.

Flickering firelight
dances attendance on my thoughts
wandering through the shadows.
Half remembered memories slide around
not quite caught
hovering in the shadows.

The rain hurts my eyes
like tears burning.
Tears burn my eyes
but not like the rain.

Rain brings regret
like tears.

But the rain hurts my eyes
weather's regret for sunshine?

But sunshine hurts my eyes
like a fire burning too close.

So now sunshine brings regret
always regret
for what I can't see straight
for causing a row
for feeling giddy
for seeing three for eight.

It's not my fault
I would change it
if I could.

My angel is ....
my spirit guide ....
my port in a storm .....
faith .....
in myself.

Brothers together
brothers apart
brothers forever
share the same heart,
share the same dream
on the same stream.
Always together
mindful forever
of mother's love
and always wherever
they are.
They sing the same tune
they watch the same moon
they look out for each other
and fight with each other
yet mindful forever
of mother's love.
Always
wherever they are.

This profound thought
wandered into my mind
it lingered for a while
then promptly disappeared.

I searched about
trying to find it's hiding place
checking thought by thought
for that one elusive clue.

The problem is
each thought revisited
distracts and diverts me
down other avenues

Where other profound thoughts
wander into my mind
linger for a while
then promptly disappear.

your harsh words
like arrows through my heart
crushed me
****** me
into despair.

Hold out your hand in friendship
because we've got to share the world
you know that life will die if starved of affection
you've got to love to save the world.
Well you know you must
if it's only just
saying no to greed and pollution
calling time on war and corruption.
Stand up, you must be counted
and count the friends that stand by you
with your neighbor stand shoulder to shoulder
and take control before they do.
Well you know you must
if it's only just
courage in the face of oppression
trusting in the word of your brother.
Come on, you know you want it
a chance to live your life in peace
speak out against mass destruction
against envy and deceit.
Well you know you must
if it's only just
holding out your hand to a stranger
hoping that you'll get what you're giving back.

Silence sits upon me
shouting loudly
no sounds of now
just echoes on the air.
Listen to the silence
and hear the cries
and sobs
and laughter
that are there.
A strain of far off music
or a song from long ago,
or just a drifting thought.
The air is full of sounds
for you to hear.
So listen very,very carefully
and you may hear
an answer to your prayer.

The flowers are in mourning
for the gardener has gone
to tend the garden of the Lord.

The new day is dawning
the warm sun is rising
and the flowers think they're ignored.

But someone comes weeping
as the flowers they are gathering
that the gardener had so adored.

Bouquets they are making
they are not forsaking
the love that the gardener poured.

And the flowers are in mourning
as they lie on the coffin
of the gardener who's gone to the Lord.