Month: Mar 2016

Abstract picture

We meet online,
Talk and chat,communication divine,
I think I am a muse in your mind,
Your imagination, adds a lustre to this kind,
Adds virtues to my array,
That I in reality don’t display,
You read between the lines,
And see only actions fine,
The sketch of me,
That you can see,
Is part of the whole, but may be,a more wondrous being,
If we were to meet, and you were seeing,
Would I be, but the negative of the photograph in your  head,
Would you feel cheated, let down instead,
My imperfections are hidden in our online meetings,
What would happen in reality, to our feelings,
I love our meetings,
The sketch of you is not defeating,
We meet online,
Sketching personality and desire with a pen fine,
An abstract picture, vague in parts,
Part of the soul and some of the heart.

Hold daylight at bay

In the soft light of the moon,
I lay safe in your arms,
Praying that daylight, would not come too soon,
I wished to stay close and share all your charms.

Entwined together, softly breathing,
The pinnacle of my dreams, feeling every touch and tingle,
Not forced to rise, heart broken at the leaving,
This oasis of bliss, holding onto the feelings of juices mingling.

In the silvery light of the moon,
We consummated our love,
Feelings blossomed, emotions swooned,
Our moment in time, tastes like syllabub.

In the harsh light of the day,my love tutor,
Will that sweetness turn to ashes,
From the safety of your arms I will flee, to an uncertain future,
Will this moment ever be recreated, in repeated dashes.

In the soft light of the moon,
I wish to stay,
Oh my lover, just discover,
How to hold daylight at bay.

You beguile me

The messages and the pictures
Are sent to beguile and bewitch us
I am there for you and you for me
To add another layer to infinity
To help us take some pleasure
To become bonded, measure for measure
The melted state that you can create
Makes me glad that you are my mate
Leaves me breathless
Happiness endless

In praise of feet.


I quite like feet,
I think they are kind of neat,
If you believe in birth signs,
There might be a link,
Pisces like feet I think,
They should be our heroes,
In praise they get zeros,
They carry our weight,
Though they are a part, we might hate,
As erogenous zones go,
For many, they are a no go,
Sucking toes  seems to induce shudders,
Not of desire, but outrage in others,
Poor little feet,
Can be quite sweet,
OK they can pong,
That is very wrong,
But still I have to repeat,
I quite like feet.

Hustle and bustle

Hurley burley , hustle and bustle
Life rushes by, without much tussle
Sometimes carried along, like flotsam in a flood
Sometimes focused ,clear goals,understood
Blink it seems and the day has gone
Decisions made, right or wrong
Learnt behaviour steers the ship
Though at times it scuttles it
Obligatory choices need cause a pause
Self defeating behaviour may cause remorse
Hurley burley, hustle and bustle
Life rushes by, if we don’t move a muscle
Trying to make the hours fulfilled
Change of mindset, could get me thrilled
Working on the things I can change
Not wasting time on things out of my range
Loving you and caring for me
That’s the start of an ology
Hurley burley , hustle and bustle
Contentment,   affirmation and affection are worth life’s tussle.

Caught in Passion


Verse, to brighten up your day
Not into verse? why not look anyway?
Available on Amazon, in print or kindle
Has pictures too, so not a swindle
Dips into friendship, beliefs and love
Browse, fit your mood like a glove
Lastly a little desire
Maybe make,your mood catch fire
It could be you will catch the passion
For painting with words, become empassioned
Caught in Inspiration will be next
My doodling with words must be flexed.

Moving ideas

Out of my mind, onto the page,
Ideas stream, words just rage,
Clamouring  for release, urging me on,
My love for life, drives the marathon,
Creativity tantalises, pushes the pace,
The need to transcribe, a daily race,
Wanting to engage,  to evoke a reaction,
Portraying all of life, immense satisfaction.




An archipeligo of islands laying in the sun
Sea narrowed and channelled making funnelled runs
The ship making twists and turns
As she winds the  laborious path
Moving the views round and round
From Islands green to rocky ground
White yachts beating as they weave and race
Speedboats charge and set the pace
Passengers out viewing the sights so clear
Clothes flapping in the wind but full of cheer
Resinous pine from trees so fine
Twists on the breeze added to the brine
Small houses with docks and flags
Dot the islands cling to crags
Natures beauty refreshes the eye


Cymbals crashing in the sky
Staccato rain blowing by
Grey and dark
The heavens split
Zig zag flashes
Dash and flit
Thunder rolls we count the time
To gauge the storms centre line
Dark clouds roil, gold underlit
Nature’s majesty unfurled
Watching in awe it’s dominance of our world