For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man dressed as a clown with a sad expression walking outside in a wintry storm.
His sad, painted face The only colour in a snow-covered field He shines out, like a strange fallen star Calling out for help Running from the circus From his cruel ring master Joey’s only wish is to find a place to call home To wash his face clean To let his heart love and be loved He has run many times, washed his face Only for the paint to return Leaving him with only the circus to call home Where he remembers selling his soul to be…
Time Waiting Turning minds To great wonders Einstein’s thoughts burn bright To help us find our way. The north wind stirs cosmic dust Galileo shines from above We stand tall on the shoulders of giants…
(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows Sphinx in the desert of Giza, Egypt)
The Sphinx, a lonely reminder of an age Long gone from the sands of Egypt. Secrets yet to be revealed. God, give me a way to look back, to watch the building, to hear the conversation, to know the truth. Buried for so long, it’s back to tease us. To stir the mind, to wonder at the many secrets Hidden beneath hot sand. Time will push them out…
Morning did nothing to shake the cobwebs from last night’s dream. They had decided to exhume my mother-in-law. The piquant reminder followed me around. My wife seemed to be in with the fallout, cooking crepes for breakfast. Mother’s favourite. Friday, late afternoon, I skipped work. Sat in the park, beneath the cherry blossoms I watched that age-old chase, boys after girls. Wishing I could shave off a few years. The masculine in me, feeling insecure. She who always has to be obeyed has cast a large shadow. I am in awe of my wife’s ability to be nothing like her late mother. I must admit, I may have painted her darker than necessary…
To hear a newborn baby cry A toddler laughs with joy The clash of stars above our heads Whispered secrets from the universe Those strange moments that enter our heads Thoughts, we think we placed there Later to find the gifts sent in disguise Most welcome, please send more The last book dictated by the invisible realm Went to number one, I would like to do it again I would love to hear the music of the spheres Like a soft breeze that passes my ear Leaving a smile on my face That reads, I heard you…
To see the hurt on someone’s face To feel the pain that lies between the ribs is a gift, do you step up, hold out a helping hand Or walk away? When fate lies a stranger’s burden at your feet Pick it up, carry that cross, as far as it needs Your karma will feel the cleansing power of such an act The more you do, the more you receive stain-free karma If in doubt, check out the new and wonderful gifts That enter your life when having helped when seen the need…
Speak in soft tones that hold love close That soothes the brokenhearted Stays the tears of a baby fighting sleep Speak on fresh lined paper, to a pen pal far away Words that are wanted, welcomed Speak of adventures, stories from grandpas days Speak of love as I lay in your arms Words that keep me there for more years Than beads on a rosary…
How do you learn to fly a plane? To me, it seems out of reach As does driving a car at 200 miles an hour To ride a horse at 40 miles an hour at Ascot My legs turn weak at the thought Those that do, I believe, are gifted at birth Or it could be written in their destiny It could be that simple There are those that do, and those who wish they could I did pass my driving test first time It’s the best thing I learned to do, until now I check my thoughts before I let my mind speak This saves a lot of aggro I do that thing where you praise someone To make them feel better That’s a good one, it seems to work both ways There are many things we can do That don’t involve a plane or a horse Little things that mean a lot…
Unspoken words tear at my mind The thoughts of others, like flying arrows Looking for a mark, a place to be acted upon Beware the second-hand thoughts that can change your destiny Think twice before you act You could be living a half-life, never knowing Who or where the strange thoughts came from Not recognising it as a usurper We too readily accept that which enters our mind Lucky is the man who knows his own…
Floating free, surrounded by light, I found a tiny planet that drew me in. I walked for miles before finding a living being. Tiny, like the planet. No more than four foot tall. Asking where I could find a bed for the night, He pointed down the road to a small yellow building. I’m not what you call tall, five foot nine. I hoped the inside might be larger. Bending to enter the door, I could see how small everything was. The lady behind the desk slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. “You cannot stay here!” Backing out of the door, I sat on the pavement, wondering how I could return home. The kindness of strangers fed me, they sat with me. “You’re stuck with us for a while, the next big energy wave Won’t be back for the next two years. “That’s your ride back home. In the meantime, we can build you a place of your own. “In return, you can work in the fields for us.” I was beginning to feel like Gulliver. Later in the evening, would I hear, “Twelve o clock and all’s well?” If I am dreaming, don’t wake me. Let me stay a while…
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a lake surrounded by trees and a mountain range in the distance. On the lake edge, you can see a lonesome log floating and a grassy flowered edge.
Gentle water spirits play beneath reflected sky. While a fallen log floats free towards a flowered bank Where humans walk hand in hand Under moonlit skies, beyond the trees, the mountains whisper of magic Laid down by ancient hands Buried deep in granite rock. It can still be found by those of purest heart, so, the legend goes. While others tell of Merlin’s buried treasure His book of spells, Arthur’s sword Splinters of the round table beneath the ragged rock They say Knights are sleeping, Waiting for Merlin to ring the bell. Over the years, many have reported hearing a bell ringing. Would you answer the call? I would if it meant I could speak to Merlin…
Hit the road, Jack. Your times up Life in the slow lane isn’t working for me I need more. With you, it’s all or nothing. It’s nothing. I’m fed up with holes in my shoes Sleeping in bus shelters Going hungry for days on end I’m tired of your promises It’s time for me to go my own way found out this was not as easy as it sounds When you have nothing, it’s hard to find anything I found a friend who took me in, gave me a chance Warm food in my belly. I will not mess up…
Dark Magic Soft velvet Bearded wonder Pale blue by water By moonlight shining seen Iris spirit dancing free Time returns, my childhood pleasure Of gentle angels leading my way School journey made easy by gentle touch…
