Monthly Archives: January 2017

Morning

img_0453Westward crawling, sneaking

Stealing distant stars and galaxies

Summoning birds from their roosts

Commanded to herald the dawn

 

Half heard on slow shifting air

The sound near real,

but dimming against the growing chorus

And stirring clatter of movement

 

Night sighs and succumbs

Pulling dreams and fears

Under its dark cloak

Harboured against the bold tide of day.

Room To Live

Clutter, clutter everywhere

Not a place to stand

Where to tread without fear

Of tripping, overhand

 

Can’t place my feet without regret

For crushing under foot

Some prized possession or still yet

Another gift kaput

 

I dream of space where basically

The rooms bid empty welcome

And corridors give passage free

Of rammel’s invasive kingdom.

Whiskey

Corrosive, amber, poison dram

Gnawing at liver’s health

Countless lives gone too soon

Stolen by lies and stealth

 

I know you well and will not yield

So try best to have your way

Your sirens’ call will fail to lure

I’m sure to win the day

 

But who can know your secret plan

What tricks you keep in store

To play on poor souls such as I

Who keep coming back for more.

Our Share of Luck

One’s fortune, be it good or bad

Lies in the future happy or sad

But the type of luck you actually get

By fate itself isn’t always set

 

Personal greed and mean self-thought

Can often bring a reward of nought

But do some good, as along you go

Then in the end some profit may show

 

For fellow travellers will mostly see

A different view to you and me

Other lives shaped by a different past

Do not judge, its not yours to cast

 

Unique roads bring you both just here

Now part of the journey you may share

Think which paths you might choose

If made to walk a mile in their shoes

 

A nod, a wink, some succour lend

Before your tracks break round the bend

Then later, if falling by the way

‘Let me help’, a stranger may say.

My Love For You

If my love had a weight, no scales could it measure

If my love had a sound, its notes songbirds would treasure

If my love were a scent, no rose could compare

If my love were a number, infinity despair

If my love had a colour, brightest rainbows would pale

If my love were like air, it would roar as a gale

If my love were a taste, it would be of your lips

If my love were a touch, it craves your fingertips

If my love had two wings, it would soar far above

And if my love were a mirror, please let it show love.