The joy of music

​Feel the rhythm feel the beat

Sense the music adding heat

Feel the rhythms  feel the beat

Sense the musical mystique 
Music for your every mood

Exciting times or ambrosia food

Music calming feeds the soul

Energising, lose control
Pick the song that makes you sad

Then the one, that makes you glad

Instrumental or song that taps your toes

Waltz, Jive , chill or snooze
Poetry is music made of words

Rhythm and beat can still be heard

Making music in the mind

Pictures and sounds so divine
Feel the rhythms feel the beat

Music for your soul, just can’t be beat

Threads of sound

Woven around
Feel the rhythm feel the beat

Sense the music adding heat

Feel the rhythms  feel the beat

Sense the musical mystique 

Fighting the blues

​The blues came by to spy out homes

 For cold and dark to make some groans

 They are nasty spikey crawly things

 Hah they dont even have proper wings 

But I know how to make them run

Tis me that’s was going to have some fun

 I find a smile and let it out 

Hah they are already wobbling about

 I open up my happiness box 

Where I found some goodies but  left the sox

 I find a memory of fun

 Savour the feeling, see them run 

I count some good things in my life 

Push away the feelings of angst and strife

 My feel good hormones broke the dam

From now on I am the main man

Those blues are becoming extremely tan

Happiness

Happiness is a funny thing
The strangest things can make us zing
A smile an act
The use of tact
A meeting of minds
The sharing of lines
A hand held out
A teasing bout
A care thats shared
A friend thats cared
Natures beauty
Doing ones duty
Working out
A sexy bout

Its hard to define the happiness rhyme
It changes with the day and time
its certain that good friends will play
A part in happiness every day !

Reunion Fifty years on.

​Fifty years, where has it gone

Left with lifes myriad ghosts and many lines of song

Fifty years since we all arrived

To start our nurse training, young vibrant and alive

A group of girls who had never met

Thrown together to mesh,to blend into a safety net

Three years of training, working and living close together

Some bonded close, but all formed a bond that revives what ever

Disparate interests and backgrounds at the start

Each keen to learn the nursing art
Fifty years of love and life have passed

Marriage, families, life’s  travails, but all have still plyed their craft

Fifty years celebrated with chat and reminisce 

Each adding memories to the mix, giving us all a glimpse

Of the time that made lasting changes to the mix

Fifty years that is quite a fix

That perhaps helped form those girls, into women of strength

Who have continued joy, caring and compassion thence

Fifty years yet still those girls are standing there

Maybe a little changed but still essentially the same, I declare
Fifty years still able to meet

Well girls ain’t that quite a feat? 
This is the story of a group of women who started to train as nurses in June 1966 at a hospital in England. Who all married had families and who all continued to work most for another 40 years as nurses. They met last week to celebrate their 50 year reunion of meeting and training. This is my tribute to them. 

Bubble burst

The bubble has been burst
Will that be the worst
Life gets in the way
Almost every day
Changes put a strain
On relationships normal chain
He/she can make you sad
Also make you mad
Love is but a guide
You cannot run and hide

What is this nebulous thing
The emotion that pulls our string
Attraction, sex and lust
May well just go bust
The underlying theme
That makes our eternal dream
Is a perfect symbosis
With absolutely no neurosis
Its a rare and perfect beast
Easy to become deceased.

Intimate Fantasies

​In order to share our intimate fantasies

Have to, have trust,to stop the  tragedies 

Ideas unlocked exciting immense

Wildness explored feelings intense

So many situations we could try out

Sharing ideas, time and about 

Making the pictures held in our heads

Come alive and become real instead

Partners in pleasure trying our dreams

Rising so high within the jet stream

Ideas so sensual,so carefree, so freeing

Maintaining excitement and a relationship very intriguing

Fantasy management

​Are we in charge of our fantasies

Those ideas that steer us away from reality

Do we need these ideas we create in our minds

To balance our lives,to enable us to strive
Fantasies come in  all shades and hues

Travel, a new job, a lover in the news

Is there a dilemma in keeping them tight

Should we share with our partners, shine in some light
But what about the dark fantasies 

Should they be shared, or would that  erase moralities

So many situations which of them is right 

Hide them or share them, fantasy flight