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From the inside through my window

On the horizon i see the ocean blue

The greenery of West Cliff

And the ruins of the castle too



I see the terraced houses

A variety of styles so very old

And on clear nights, the night sky

Shines bright with stars of gold



I glance above the rooftops

That lie before my eyes

A myriad of styles of chimney pots

That reach up for the skies



I stand back from my window

And see reflections in the glass

Of myself glancing outwards

As another day does pass



I see all the trees and flowers

Awash with colour and life

Their beauty always makes me smile

And the birdsong, as they thrive



And sometimes out of the darkness

Bright colours fills the skies

As fireworks reach out high in celebration

Leave sparkles in my eyes



So glancing out my window

And looking all around

I see and hear a myriad of things

From the sky down to the ground .
Arctic Skuas, fish wives beware,
       steal from birds, without a care
Blackbirds, fond of hedgerows hewn,
           known to whistle occasional tunes
Cuckoos. heralding spring sing loud,
            beware the cuckoo land cloud!
Doves, duck with a divers ease,
            traditionally symbolise beautiful peace
Eagles, immortal, courageous and bold,
            eagle-eyed, with a plumage of gold
Flycatchers, search flies in flight,
            swoop from perches, feeding mid-flight
Geese, possessing little wit,
            occasionally upon golden eggs do sit!
Herons, gangly and vexed,
             also known for having s-shaped necks
Insects, many a good feed,
             airborne fast food, eaten at speed
Jackdaws, inquisitive, kindred of Crow,
             steals through the skies, taking all aglow
Kingfishers, sapphire, red, and green,
             beautiful colours to be seen
Lapwings, loud shrills, and insincere,
             fly with egg-shell attached very near
Magpies, possessing magical mystique,
             sometimes portent of coming times bleak
Nightingales, mythologically Philomel,
             melodious midnight serenades, sang so well
Owls, emblems of Athens past,
              symbolic of wisdoms, of the stars
Partridges, particularly partial to pear trees,
              when braced, huntsmen to please
Quails, eggs delicacies held dear,
              causes Quails to tremble with fear
Robins, red-breasted, (with leaves they cover the dead), not Puckish, but good,
              loved like the folk hero Robin Hood
Starlings, amiable, keen for friendship,
              travel afar on migrational trips
Thrush also Throstle, fluent of tongues,
              mistle-toe food and christmassy songs
Uplands, Utopia for magical Merlins,
               loves high ground, gently unfurling
Vermian, for most birds, a succulent delight,
               eating worms, as part of their diet
Woodpeckers, like climbing trees,
               picking out insects, with utmost ease
X is for extinction, of various birds,
               preventative action, louder than words
Yellowhammers, cursed eggs destroyed,
               taken by men, collecting like boys
Zoos, offering sanctuary for endangered species,
               unfortunately caused by the human disease
Jul 2020 · 28
Kiss
Something i miss
Is the bliss
Of a soft and sensuous kiss

That tingle of delight
Feels so right
As gentle as a flicker of candlelight

The soft sensuality
A beautiful reality
As you share your lips with me
***
Jul 2020 · 56
We All Bleed Red
Despite this being the place of my birth
I'm not to keen on planet Earth
That's my opinion, for what it's worth

When lies become truths, and truths become lies
And reality becomes a thing, often denied
That's my opinion, behind which i cannot hide

Behind the mayhem, and ******, and pillage, and ****
Existence on Earth, is like a sour grape
That's my opinion, there is no escape

Countries where LGBT people and more
Face death penalties and prison, what for?
That's my opinion, careful where you tour

The same countries, where a blind eye is turned
Of wife beaters, and paedophiles, nothing is learned
That's my opinion, my stomach is churned

And despite a climate crisis all around
The political deafness and ignorance, is quite profound
That's my opinion, a level of stupidity to astound

At the end of the day, not being funny
But much of it is about brutality, and lust for money
That's my opinion, life is like bees without the honey

And prejudices towards colours, and creeds, and race
Or simply towards the look on your face
That's my opinion, we all bleed red
Once test is picked up
I'll be waiting to see
If iv'e passed
And thus been accepted
Into the Academy
Of the incurable
And the ******
awaiting collection of my cov19 home test 8:05am july 9th 2020
Jul 2020 · 47
THE SNOW KING
Her Royal Highness, her maiden now befriended
Ice-cold, at the Snow King's Ball attended
With iceberg emotions, cool and intact
Reclusive, and not one to over react
She was born of Royal Pleistocene descent
Cautious and cool, not one to repent
Ruth was her name, ruthless without shame
Eyes, ice-blue, her ice-fall tears were tame
With her maiden hench-woman, ice-bound lay she
Memories frozen in an ice-blink, of her dying diety

The Snow King, snowed under and snow bound
How now he admired the Guelder Rose, new found
Yet his thoughts were lost, in a snow storm's mistake
Within one lonely, snow white flake
His Ice-Queen had left, with words shot from a quiver
As his snow-slip emotions, became as a snow-broth wither
Letting his thoughts, above the snow-line
Lost in a snow-blink, his Ice Queen, was frozen in time
Ever her false love, so cold, so unkind
Left him alone, snow-blind, of his queens' cold and frigid mind
Jul 2020 · 33
Before London
only half an hour
before i escape the captivity
of this tubular cage
then released
into the brickwork jungle
down the throat of London
where consumers
are consumed.
the return journey
is like London
regurgitating me
i have at least escaped!
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)

Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun

Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves

Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at all
Joanna, daughter to Saxon Sir George of Gamwell Hall
And William Fitzooth, son to the Norman Baron of Kyme
Joannas father, saw their union as a crime
Yet it was to late, to prevent love in its prime

They married in secret, soon producing a son
Yet presently were left with nowhere to run
Soon, Sir George had tracked the eloping lovers
In Sherwood Forest, was soon to discover
His daughter, as a married maternal mother

Bursting with forgiveness and new-found proud
Stood proud, as his grandson lay peacefully at his side
Sir George, forgotten now his anger of before
This was the birth of 'Robins Lore'
To take from the rich, and give to the poor

Richard the First, came to the throne
Bishop Ely ruled, whilst the 'Lionheart' was gone
On various campaigns
Whereupon many an enemy was slain
Richard the cause of his enemies bane

The kings evil brother John, without just reason
Accused Bishop Ely, of treason
This 'Sceptered Isle' now without a crown jewel
As John, became the Prince of mis-rule
A man savage, selfish, wicked and cruel

He appointed Sheriffs to keep good order
At a price, they would soon turn marauder
One became Sheriff of Nottingham, by the Forest of Sherwood
And thus heard tell of Robert Fitzooth, the Earl of Huntingdons' good
That the Earl, was in fact, Robin Hood

Earl Robert, was to be married on the morrow
To Lady Marian Fitzwalter, his heart to bestow
On the eve of this merry event
A feast at Locksley Hall was meant
Disguised, the Prince attended, John the miscreant

Sir Guy of Gisbourne, in the name of Prince, and falsely of king
Before the final vows, were about to begin
Declared the Earl of Huntingdon, an outlaw in truth
Was also Robin Hood, as well as Robert Fitzooth
By his own confession, there-in lay the proof

Maid Marian, to Arlington Castle, went she
To reside with her father, for security
Robin meanwhile, rode to the green wood, with arrows and swords
To await the Lionhearts return, from his fighting abroad
No longer then, would Robin be outlawed

He sought justice, and an end to discords
Caused by the cruelty of Barons, Bishops, Sheriffs and Lords
A plain yeoman of Locksley, now was he
He suffered not, from false vanity
Yet men of Lincoln Green, elected him king of Sherwood Forestry

From Sherwood Forest, Robin continued the fight
To protect the innocent, and defend what was right
Alongside him, a loyal band of warriors brave
Such as Little Jon Naylor, so skilled with a stave
Would willingly fight Prince John, or any other knave

Robins laws, were moral and well refined
To aid those whom suffered cruelties, so unkind
His men were sworn, to fight for the good
to help the poor, orphans, and in widowhood
And to swear to harm no woman, no matter whose side she stood

The day cane for Robin and his men to part
Upon the brief return of King Richard The Lionheart
He joined Robin and Marian, thus they were wed
Within a few hours the Lionheart lay dead
Prince John became king, and after Robins head

Yet Robin in disbelief, ignored the warning
Unsure of whether, he should be in mourning
Little John, oft warned Robin, of the vengeful King John
Aware of the fact, that Richard was gone
With the help of the Sheriff, on Robin they were to set upon

By the time Robin realised the reality of it all
He was entombed in a turret encompessed by a wall
Luckily a rusted window bar came loose, a hundred feet from ground
He blew his bugle horn (won at Ashby-de-la-zouch) Little John echoed his sound
Thus Robin escaped, badly injured, was for Scarborough Fair bound

After a brief adventure, and fighting pirates at sea
(During which time he used a pseudonym of fisherman Simon Lee)
Robin joined Marian and Little John at Kirkleys Nunnery
The Prioress, Robins own aunt, agreed he should be bled
Treacherously, after his fortune, she wanted him dead
He was finally buried, where an arrow fell, fired from his death bed.
Jul 2020 · 23
Rude Health 5-7-5
Living on my own
Freedom to do as i please
No need for knickers!
Jul 2020 · 86
Hell Head! (5-7-5)
Brain strain migraine pain
Clustered abstract vision
Dark room seclusion
currently enduring worst migraine ever, wearing sunglasses to type!
Jul 2020 · 39
Knickers For Goalposts!
that moment when your love life is on recharge...
Moth-eaten knickers
Melted chocolate snickers
Holey socks, and ruffled hair
A ramshackle room, and a soul to bare
Jul 2020 · 27
Logic From My Derriere
Crowded beaches
Crowded protestations
Crowded roads
Crowded shops
Clouded logic
Everything has a sequel (ask Hollywood)
Including viruses (ask Leicester)
I'm sure the pharmaceuticals
Will make a killing
Out of a cure
Jun 2020 · 26
Summer
Summer breezes kiss my parched lips
As cooling soft zephyrs
Caress my browning flesh
Luxuriating on an isolated beach
The soft sand cools my toes
As melting ice cream
Leaves little blobs that cool my nose
And giggles and laughter
As we run from the ebbing and flowing azure ocean
Whilst beach ***** bob, and escape with the wind
The chase is on!
Kites duck, dive, and crash
Whilst the warming sun, still smiling
Watches all, with it's hat still on!
by Jemia
Jun 2020 · 76
Bluebells (an acrostic)
Bluebells an beautiful azure bell-shaped blue
Lady's Nightcaps, on which, witches thimbles grew
Under a wreath, of which truth to tell
Evil poisons  within its juices dwell
Boots of the Cuckoo, when plucked from the earth
Easily stolen innocence, early childhood from birth
Later aged, forever followed, by woodland goblins dread
Less fortunate elders, soon to be dead
Jun 2020 · 23
HONEYSUCKLE
I like to kiss you
upon your lips
upon your lips so sweet
to taste your delicious nectar
when tender lips do meet
my ever encircling tongue
savours a taste of sweet delight
I love you for infinity
and adore your taste tonight
The table, engrained still life
Had a petrified heart, turned to stone
Etched oaken memories, of rooted love
Tantalysing zephyr pleasures, long gone
Arthritic dreams, decayed with age
Brittle rage, at emerald love forsaken
Lain naked, then stripped bare
Elderly severed roots, from their mother taken
Jun 2020 · 19
To Be...
I'm so contrary
No i'm not!
Heaving lungs, hay feverish watery eyes
As asthmatic curses, reveal the hayseeds rustic charms
Youths in hayfields, under blazing cloudless skies
With itchy, hay-mottled, sun burnt arms
In the evening,the haymaker's drunkedly dance the hay
Remains of the haybox, now eaten away as...
Evening beckons, to make hay of the day.
Jun 2020 · 21
GARLIC CHEESE
I like to kiss you
Upon your lips
Upon your lips so sweet
Unleess you've been eating
Garlic bread
Then I'd rather kiss
Your feet!
Jun 2020 · 30
WISH (an acrostic)
Wishes are dreams
Intimate and intense
Seductive as loves
Heartbeat
Windswept Daffodils, yellow April
Trumpets parading Narcissus
Mirrored self-obsessiveness
Immortal Asphodel
Lingering lillies
Springtime awakes
Daffodils
Emblem
Wales
Jun 2020 · 33
PASSING TIME
The face of the school clock
That remembered the faces
That viewed it so keenly
And wished it would go faster!
The Weeping Willow
Uproots and stalks travellers
Folklore from England
I am happier
With papier
(pardon my French!)
Bubbling expectancy
And trembling fear
The effects of the apocalypse
Were slowly drawing near

Dust clouds of fallout
Became the after scourge of man
Along with the destruction
Became the nucleus, of the nuclear plan

As peoples watched in terror
Eyeballs were melted out
Flesh dropped off their bones
They had no time to shout

Yet still fresh mushrooms grew
Destruction now, on auto-pilot
Press button technology
Supremacy, gains ill-got

There was no-one left around
To examine mankinds' black box
Apart from cockroaches
Who were immune to the nuclear pox.
Jun 2020 · 22
THE PILLOW
Her sweet head
Lay upon that pillow
With smiling eyes
And a gorgeous mouth

Tingles ran through me
As I kissed your sweet lips
And tasted the desires
Of your beating heart
Jun 2020 · 36
A TALE OF TWO CATS
All is silence not a peep
Like cat voyeurs, we watch them sleep
Dreaming away the hours
Of prowlings amongst spring flowers

The butterflies you chased after
Your cuteness and our laughter
As curious little noses
Sneezed at pollenated roses

And such innocence doth enchant
As a new born nephew, to his aunt
Tranquil, as a red sunset
Calm, as a storm unmet

As they sleepily awaken from their doze
A yawning purr and a lick of the nose
A stretch of claws, and how they mewed
A hungry demand, a cry for food

Oh cats, what a beautiful pair
As you lie upon the pillowed chair
What strange thoughts pass through your heads
As angels dance, and lovers wed
Jun 2020 · 36
BASHFUL EELS!
The slimy slippery eels slip by
To avoid the dangerous hook
The eels can be terribly shy
And especially hard to cook!
Jun 2020 · 56
Pre-Dream (Orna)Mental!
it's 2:25, and i'm lying in my bed
butterflies and fairies, are circling my head
and sat on my shelves, preparing to attack
are witches and dragons, and a yackety yack
ive a digereedo and a digeree don't
and a mermaid that will, and a mermaid that won't!
ive a gorgon that talks to me, late at night
and a lady vampire, who knows how to bite
so all may not be quite as it seems
these things i see, before i enter my dreams..
Jun 2020 · 22
JADED
Soft velvety violet skies
Float by jaded emerald eyes
Nature, russet in hue
Now shivered in anticipation, long overdue
Cold comfort was offered from the sun
As a cool zephyr had already begun
Clouds now bulging and overladen
Wept in silence
A soft pitter patter
Became a torrential downpour
Jaded emerald eyes
Turned red with tears
Fair-skinned, and faint hearted
Wept, with avalaching sorrow
Her thoughts, lingered like shadows
Silhouetted by the setting sun
As spiders weave webs of intrigue
That now glisten, in the moistening air
Whilst hope was lost
In the twinkling echoes of a dying star
A deafening white noise
Breaks the empty silence
The mute muse
Tortured and alone
Could only dance in solitude
Of pirouetting pity
An aching heart
And shattered dreams
A voice now choked in silent reminiscence
As jaded emerald eyes still wept
A poetic voice
Now lay in silence
She would write no more........
Why did the cat, sit on the mat?
What was its purpose
We don't know if it was a queen or a tom cat
Was the mat indoors, or out?
Was it waiting for a door to open?
To be (or not) let in or out?
Was it stopping to go into a deep  
psychoanalytical thought, or philosophy?
Or perhaps traverse parallel universes?
Or imagining what it would be like to be human?
Or a dog, or another cat?
Or maybe another 'owner' to visit
For extra food, or hugs?
Then to my surprise
The cat stood up
Looked me straight in the eye
Then spoke!
"For goodness sake! Can't a cat, simply sit on a mat?"
"For no other reason, than to sit?"
"All i did, was see this mat and thought, i'll sit on that!"
(Read my next excerpt, on my musings on cats:
'The Amazing Tales Of A Talking Philosophical Cat
That Sat On A Mat, titled "I Purr, Therefurr, I Siam!"
Jun 2020 · 36
Floorboards:( 5-7-5)
Beautiful aged pine
Antiquated emotions
Always trodden on
Jun 2020 · 21
No Excuse
can you not imagine
the life i have led
or how many ways
my heart has been bled
or how many times
iv'e been battered, and worn
bruised and weary
tattered and torn
yet i bare a little grudge
against those that abuse
they are who they are
i will not accuse
i will hold my head high
and keep myself true
and not do
those things that they do
there is no halo
rested upon my head
across thin lines
oft i have tread
what is the norm
it's hard to define
we all have our limits
we all have our lines
but i have no time
for those that abuse
they are who they are
they have no excuse
Jun 2020 · 18
Peggysue, Or Pegasus
i dreamt a curious dream last night
sometime around midnight
there was a strange magic in the air
as the stars shimmered in your golden hair

the stars shimmered in your golden hair
that caressed your shoulders lain so bare
as i gazed high into the night
the universe passed, as my heart took flight

i searched inside with inquisitive eyes
i saw within a deceitful lie
though you possessed a beauty, oh so fine
i soon realised, you would not be mine

did no-one tell you, or inform you well?
for on your back, you have a tail
and wings, and ears, and legs of course
but lo my seducer, is a flying horse!
She opened the window as usual
To air the room, and to let in the sun
She had researched her sojourn to Thailand very carefully
So the look on her face
When a Giant Crocodile Fly
Flew through her window
And gobbled her up
Must of been a look of both horror
And wonderment!
Luckily she didn't see (due to her sudden demise!)
The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly!
Phew!!!
Many questions have arisen from this event
1: Her research was obviously not as in depth as it should of been
2: Why was she lucky not to of seen The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly, how could that have been any worse?
3: There is no question 3
4: And does it mean that The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly has fewer spots?
5: Or can it mean that it was seen less frequently?
6: And why is there no question 3?
The end, or is it (7)
i wrote this April 2015, whilst in Bangkok. thankfully i was regurgitated to tell this tale of nonsense....
Jun 2020 · 38
Butterflies
Should i compare thee to a summers day,
or pin down your wings, and put you on display?
or admire your beauty, from afar
or swat, and beat you
as i don't understand, what breed you are
or breathe in this beautiful diversity of being
or tear off your wings
without even seeing...
Jun 2020 · 27
IAN THE WORM!
Giggling vermIAN
First wriggling,
then squirmIAN
Bird beak firmIAN
Jun 2020 · 53
existence
that moment
when you are no longer
the 'colourful one'
with the gorgeous boots
and a quirky sense of humour

you are now the lost
and the lonely
one of the ones
they worry about
that may
with intent
end
...fin
glistening soil
harbinger of spring
innocent earthworms
juicy birdfood
living spaghetti
Jun 2020 · 77
ABSINTHE MINDED (5-3-5)
Absinthe kisses dwell
Sweet lips bliss
Tingle with desire!
Jun 2020 · 28
VANITY
So so delicious
and irresistible too
what!
not me?
but you?
Jun 2020 · 48
Night Of The Pixie Moon
Night Of The Pixie Moon
i decided some deforestation was urgently needed, during the period of this Super Moon. And set about cutting through the wiry growth, and bramble, using my hand held shearing device. but i stopped suddenly, upon hearing what i thought were cries of despair, and anguish, and glancing downwards, i espied a small gathering of Pixies. who had set up their ramshackle abode, in their tiny little Dingly Dell located in my lady garden. upon examination, with use of a magnifying glass, that they had also created a well, with a small bucket hanging from a matchstick, and piece of hair, looking like it was about to be lowered into the Abyss. as one can imagine, i was slightly taken aback, and aghast by this, and tried to serve them an order of immediate eviction. but they claimed they had rights too, and pleaded towards my kind nature, and humanity, to give them time to relocate. i felt quite humbled and ashamed at my harsh reaction, and realised i had acted in haste, due largely to finding Pixies inhabiting, and cohabiting a part of my anatomy. and was quite impressed how well they'd improvised, and had survived, avoiding drowning during the 'rainy season!' anyway, the upshot of it is, is that they have promised to teach me to play the Lyre Harp i purchased last month (or was it the month before?). so tonight, we are to gather together, and after iv'e issued them with some ribbons, and silk to replace their somewhat bedraggled dresswear, we shall all quaff vast quantities of Mead. however i am a little concerned at the thought of drunken pixies running amok in my lady garden! but we only live once.....
Jun 2020 · 28
Pigs May Fly
why are guinea pigs called guinea pigs?
oh why? oh why? oh why?
ive never heard them go oink,
and never seen them fly!
May 2020 · 34
Pipe Dreams
Passing clouds of fantasy, rise from the briar bowl
Scamper along the ceiling, then disperse
Like a Hamadryad, on a dying tree
The soft cumulus without, returns to weep
Solitary droplets, splatter on the rooftops
As a rainbow arcs over the distant horizon
The sky soon clears
The cool autumn sun, shrinks with the cold
Soon, the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees stretch and yawn
In anticipation of the coming winter cold
The sun has now set
Birdsong is silenced by the hooting of an owl
As a variety of screeches, from creatures that prowl
The twilight soon becomes night
The night becomes enchanted
And possessed of a curious mystique
Mesmerised by the sight
As fairies take flight
Casting their magic, so unique.
May 2020 · 19
OF MICE AND MEN
OF MICE AND MEN
hello",said a little mouse one day
i said "hello", and left
"wait for me", said the mouse
"i think there's been a theft"

"a theft?" said i, none too shy
"of what? from whom? and where?"
"a young field mouse, has stolen my heart"
said the mouse, with great care

i tried not to laugh, i tried not to cry
and i really tried not to gawk
because,right here, before my very own eyes
was a mouse, with the ability to talk

"now see here" said i to him
"try not to worry, or fret"
"seek out this mouse, go to her house"
"and you both shall marry yet"

i then spun round, and ran and ran
as fast as my legs would go
and whether these two mice, then got wed
i'm afraid we shall never know!
May 2020 · 24
THE DROWNING
THE DROWNING
Softly burns the candle
Bleeding a subtle bright
With a shortening wick
And a flickering light
Molten wax deluge
The flame dies
Drowned in its own life blood
May 2020 · 38
BREAKUP
BREAKUP
Emotions laid bare
As stark cold reality
Slaps me in the face
And rips out my heart...
May 2020 · 83
A HOLIDAY ROMANCE
A HOLIDAY ROMANCE
If there was but time
I could admire you for an eternity
You are like a flame
That will always flicker in my heart
Caught in the breezes
Of my every breath
As your sweet and gentle lips
Awaken my soul
I will always remember you
May 2020 · 22
Mute
Mute

My life as a recluse
serves little use
and is maybe an excuse
to hide away

can't face-time or skype
haven't the skills for that kind of hype
i'm not a techno type
my life is disarray

i can say hello, and hi
to help me get by
but my laptop is shy
of open display

so i don't see live voices
i haven't got those choices
i here no people noises
just silence throughout the day

radio and tv channels
are like wet flannels
inane quiz shows and panels
to keep loneliness at bay

white noise is in an endless spiral
as social distancing, has now gone viral
no presence to admire all
nothing left to say
May 2020 · 25
TWO AILED MARYS
Mary had a little lamb
Who later became Mary Shelley
Twas not the Vindication that killed her so
But the baby from her belly
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