Butterfly Kisses
Paradise caught in a sea of bubbles.
Sweet-smelling satin alabaster pearls
Dissolve in torrid streams of foaming bliss.
Submerged ‘neath silken waves of warm desire,
I sigh, lost to the carnival of scent.
Butterfly kisses, such soft caresses
Seduce my thoughts with every stroke.
Surrender my skin to sensual jasmine.
Lure me to a secret garden, drifting,
Swirling aromatic dreams of pleasure.
Sleeping Tiger
Regal red tabby.
Fiery glow, snoring softly.
Sleeping? Birds beware.
Life is
Life is
Unwritten potential.
Born of hope and wonder.
Travelled in expectation.
Remembered with kindness.
Live it.
Assassins' Wave
This ancient warrior frowns.
His distinguished life caught fast
In the threads of a
Cunning spider’s web.
Entrapment spun by
A dark invader.
His only hope of
Survival is a
Cold assassins’ tool.
Chemical warfare,
Wave of carnage.
This ancient warrior cries
To see the mindless slaughter
Of innocent lives
To conquer the dark
Cancerous malice.
Sacrificial lambs.
Fatigue with kindness
Soothes his troubled soul
And spurs his will to
fight. He drifts in waves
Through poisonous seas.
This ancient warrior smiles
Death retreats in shadowed haste.
Ambition thwarted.
By assassins’ wave
The dark invader
Choking, fades to dust.
The Memory Box
Beneath this table sits a box
It’s scruffy, thin and battered.
A cardboard box of memories
Of days that really mattered.
Confetti from my wedding day.
A drawing by my mother.
The shoes that took my son to school.
A photo of my brother.
A tattered book of rhyming verse
My dad’s infatuation.
A silken flower, grandma’s ball.
A golden celebration.
A pipe my granddad carved with love.
A boyhood skill he cherished.
His baccy tin is scratched and bare.
Its precious contents perished.
A tarnished ring with stones of paste.
My sister’s finest treasure.
A suitors gift, now black with age.
Of value without measure.
This box holds moments lost in time.
We add things when we’re able.
A memory from everyone
Who sat around this table.
Disenchantment
Battered gate with rusty hinge.
Cloaked by hawthorn’s fervent hue.
Hidden garden, home from home.
Secrets no-one cares to view.
Rotting bench and plastic sheets.
Soup from Sally keeps him warm.
No-one treats his raging sores.
Outdoor life has lost its charm.
Once his life was so complete.
Now his fate is one to hide.
Unemployment killed his dreams,
Stole his wife and crushed his pride.
Hostels full, there is no point.
Welfare state won’t pay the cash.
Mental health and national law
Bar him from a place to crash.
Housing lists cannot help him.
Forms are things to fear and dread.
So he sleeps in restless bliss.
Drugs will numb, compassion’s fled.
Hidden secrets, hawthorn’s bare.
Now the snow will shroud his plight.
Moonless sky, death will find him.
Sleeping on this winter’s night.
Today
Got up this morning, kissed Garfield the cat.
Made the kids breakfast and sorted their tat.
Paid up the milkman and got myself dressed
Then drove off to work in a bright purple vest.
Arriving at nine I checked emails and post.
The spam is annoying, it grates me the most.
Then off to a meeting, some lunch and a gabble.
Some people are interesting, others just babble.
Glued to my desk on this bright afternoon.
Writing reports, oh man time flies too soon.
So now I head home with no time for delay.
The youngest is starving, we cook straight away.
With bangers and mash, we debate Dr Who.
The Tardis is awesome, we like Daleks too.
Then off to the bookshop for some relaxation.
A chance for some quality soul stimulation.
The evening comes quickly, I’m all out of gas.
I climb up the stairs with a huge claret glass.
The moon shines serenely I yawn to the stars.
And sleep more than soundly, today is now past.
