My poems are simple and short
I do my best with them, please don’t snort
The truth is, I’m better than what you see
The truth is I am afraid to do my best and only allow you to see
a limited collection from me
Success is scary for me
Darkness has fallen and the moon arises to light his way from the sky.
Gently he walks in concealment with his dark and sly little eyes.
He tiptoes through the night forest crunching dead leaves underfoot; slowly he crawls like a stealthy, clever, hunting crook.
Sniffing the ground tracking the bait, to see what luck will have him take!
Which meal is he to find today?
Sniffing the paths of many preys!
The scent of live flesh gets stronger now and he eagerly prepares his snare.
There it is, back turned from the wolf, the prey doesn’t know that his there.
Slowly the night hunter creeps behind, ready to pounce and ready to dine.
The wolves jaw snaps round the neck sharp.
Tearing it to pieces without a heart!
Triumphant with his hunt, he calls!
Barking loudly about his Trawl, calling his family to dine with him, the flesh of the victim, it pleases him.
I mix my potions to make you love me
I have dreams that you’ll want me
I am hopeful that you’ll be mine
Forevermore to the ends of time
I can’t see another picture
My minds obsessed with your essence
Some say I have no conscience
But dutifully I build your shrine
Do you not see that you are beautiful?
Can you not see your artistic repertoire floating above the foundations of man?
This makes you an instrument of creation
Yes my friend, you are a god
This was written for my friend Erin Cooper, an artist that resides in Indiana, USA. This is how I view all artistic people, whether they’re novelists, poets, sketchers, painters or lyricists – they’re all god to their own little worlds.
My mind is like a gallery, with pictures you can’t see
Oh how I wish you’ll see them, what sights there are in me
My memories of lavender fields and brightly colored stones
And kestrels up on the wing, over my head have flown
Delightful little butterflies who have landed on my hand
And baby swans upon the lake all over this pleasant land
I have seen such wonders, such a joy to see
Little rabbits playing, frolicking by trees
I have seen the otter holding its mother’s hand
I have seen a rainbow, arching over our land
The little things in life are sweet
I find nature a beautiful treat
There was a spider in the bath
Scratching it’s way to the top
But he kept falling back down
and it’s trying never stopped
I left a towel over the rail for it to get out
I hope it doesn’t find the bedroom or my husband will have to throw it out!
Next morning I found it, safe and snug
in a web it made
hanging over the bath, it looked happy it had made today
I saw it sitting there like a ninny
waiting for flies to catch
what a silly place to make a web I said to the spider
then a fly it snatched
it’s still there, now it’s evening sitting on it’s hearth
I hope it’ll be gone when I get back, it’s time to have my bath!
But no, dinner was done and it was still there, staring into a void
remembering that fateful day when it’s life was almost devoid
My husband I called to get it out, I need a restful bath
and now that spider has been evicted, I can rest at last!