The lonely empty winter streets
Of snow covered concrete
Not a single sound is heard
But the peoples quiet retreat.
As the light of day
Makes its final escape

The warmth of spring
Seem so far away
Not even the songs
Of the mockingbirds
Can stop the cold from bringing
Winters sting upon the skin

The desolate blanket
Which covers the white landscape
Sparkles under vapor lights
That stands erect
On every city street
A beauty that few do see

I clamour here
staggering

under the chalk moon

remember when your words
pressed against my happiness

now its fingers on the temple
and the wind rising

the last entries
lost per centages
tallying

and ragged in the whole

I came from nowhere

In my dream

Or should I say,

Nightmare; but things

Are a lot smoother.



The pit I have dug in

Came forth with flowers

When I woke up.



Life's but a shallow grave

In the tomb of reality.

The summer can bring back a memory

that our winters' antics made,

an ice-cream can cause a "brain-freeze"

even though we were searching for shade.

Life's seasons seem to cycle, that way

and each recollection can bring,

a bushel of bitter/sweet memories

that can cause our hearts to up, and sing!

It's funny how we can come across, sometimes

as not being easy to satisfy,

for, sometimes during a happy occasion

we might recall something that makes us cry.

"DOWN THE YANGTZE RIVER"
(For Jeannie)
Margaret Ann Waddicor 16th January 2011.

Along the light brown flood
the boat sailed on the tides of muddy current,
its flow so wide it was almost like the sea,
on either side the houses tucked in under hills,
rocky hanging gardens, nature's spills,
small painted doorways framing smiling faces,
doing chores.

The Moon pales
when I lift the veil
from your sparkling eyes
to read in them
the script of night
punctuated with
kisses soft and deep

The crickets pause
to listen to the secrets
whispered through your moans
while our shadows dance
upon rose pink walls
to the melody
of our ecstatic bows

The gentle beams
of a dawning day
stream on our crumpled sheets
you open your eyes
with parted lips
yearning:
"make love to me"

Eyes

You clear my fundamental
About eyes,
I thought my eyes
Were the most beautiful
Till I saw yours
Your eyes are
Much more wonderful
My eyes even today
Are stared at by
Guys,gals and gays
Haggard men and bent women
Also look into them
What they adore
I’d love to know more
But friend
You must close your eyes,
As they'll love yours
Much more

Two stripy kittens
Impatient for lunch
One was called Tabby the other was Munch.

Eagerly waiting
They both stood to beg
Loudly meowing and rubbing my leg.

Cute tiger Tabby
Flicking her tail
Attacked and swiped the poor ginger male.

His hair stood on end
He gave her a cuff
And said in a low voice “that’s quite enough”.

It’s time for dinner
There’s no time for play
His ears went back and he pushed her away.

You were always the faithful one
with a saviour in your heart
you had seen the light of the Lord
from the very start.
even in your darkest days
and the autumn of your life
you never lost faith in the Lord
lady of the light.

Now you have left this life
and in us a memory
but we all think of you
and how you used to be
you had been the special one
when you lived your life
with a special kind of love
lady of the light.

under the arch
the darkness flows
and the river thrives
alive fringed with
ice lace

cold in the shadows
like regrets

snow falls sullen
and quiet
cream in this light

close my eyes and
listen to the breath
of the water sighing