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Sheila Haskins Jan 2022
Remember the beauty of night scented flowers
Remember the shadows cast on leafy bowers
A mysterious cloak falls, day shift is ending
Power arises as dark is descending
Reawaken old magic, dance to the rhythm
Rejoice in your role, the heart you were given
The bards and the ancient ones calling the runes
The witches and warlocks dancing their tunes
This is the light of the night of strange things
Of faeries and ghosties, creatures with wings,
In misted guise the Earth is transforming
As in the distance begins a new dawning
It’s a hidden world, a twist to the tale
As slowly but surely up hill and down dale
The night scented flowers return to the deep
Their day time companions awaken from sleep
No human can know all the things that go on
When Earth closes her shutters, daylight is gone
So remember the beauty of night scented flowers
Fragrant moon blossoms, rejoice in the power
Sheila Haskins Jan 2022
There’s a little boy sitting on a stone
All alone
There’s a little girl hiding in a tree
Far from home
There’s an old lady telling
Stories of her past
There is no-one to hear her
Nobody near her
Each word may be her last
Her tears they fall like rain
Her body racked with pain
Still that little boy sits
On a stone
That little girl hides in a tree
I am here writing poems
On my own, safe at home
Thoughts take wings and grow
If thoughts are spoken
Can the spell be broken?
Will someone reap
Loving thoughts we sow
In our waking hours
Or in our sleep
These precious souls
To keep
Sheila Haskins Jan 2022
I’m plugged in
You‘re plugged in
This is my cathedral
This is my house
Steady on the mouse
I keep my angels here
Lest they disappear
Those inner demons
If I let them in
Every time I write
They will win
Words are powerful
Eager to get through
I write poetry
Nothing can be
Completely free
Of vanity
It’s Insanity
To even think so
Sheila Haskins Jan 2022
Will you walk through the fields with me
Will you sit in the sun
Will you walk through the fields with me
Taste honey from the honey bee
Will you walk, will you walk
Walk through green lea; through the dale
Pluck  sweet berries; sip sweet  ale
Will you walk through Elysian Fields
Through the fields with me

Will you walk through the fields with me?
Where nightingales chase dragonflies
Will you walk, will you walk
Walk through misty gates of dawn
Where weaves the wyrd midsummer morn
Will you walk through Elysian Fields
Through the fields with me

Will you walk through the fields with me
When blossoms bloom from apple root
Where blossoms fall, green leaves shoot
Will you walk, will you walk
Walk ‘till you can walk no more
When all your walking days are o’er
Will you walk through Elysian Fields
Through the fields with me


We will walk through the fields and trees
We will sit in the sun
We will walk through the fields and trees
Wind chimes tinkling in the breeze
Free to wander where we please
As we walk, as we walk
We walk where shadows have no place
Where love eternal grants us grace
Walking through Elysian Fields
Through the fields, with me
Sheila Haskins Jan 2022
Little indispositions
Lead to impositions
First a clicky hip
Causing you to slip
Next a wonky knee
A disability
Headache coming on
All your tablets gone
Just a small suggestion
Of minor indigestion
Becoming imminent
Grab the peppermint
Can’t see to read
This is all you need
Taking all the facts
Most likely cataracts
Sick of indispositions
Calling your physician
Except when you do
You’ll be in the queue
Indispositions taking toll
Sickened, feeling old
Can’t stand the heat
Can’t stand the cold
If this sounds like hell
Now you’re feeling well
Throwing away the pills
Forgetting all your ills
You are oh so strong
Your pains nearly gone
No indispositons
No impositions
All tucked away

.........

Happy happy day!
Sheila Haskins Jan 2022
Pillows are spread
Duvet thrown carelessly
An empty bed
Tangled precariously
My heart is thundering
Can’t help wondering
If your energy portrays
Immortality
Or the ending of days
I fear you waking
That’s the reality
My life is receding
You are living, breathing
More precious
Than anything
I have ever known
I live through you
Vicariously
These days
You are my home
Now is the time
It’s not too late
To tell you this
A morning kiss
And a cup of tea
Brewed with love
From you to me
We must never end
My lover, my soul mate
My friend
Sheila Haskins Dec 2021
Hope’s a pretty thing
Hope’s a dangling
Dangling on a string
Leads me blindly
Takes me kindly
Somewhere I belong
Helps me find my song
Nerves are jangling
Still she’s dangling
Like soap on a rope
Pretty yet neglected
A gift disrespected
To revive her power
Take her down
Give her a shake
Spread the love around
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