Month: December 2011

The eyes of love

They lay down in awe and fear,
Of what their love was bringing near.
They gazed into each others eyes
And so did tantalise.
Anemone
They lay down to gaze into
the eyes and soul of one who’s true.
They gazed until ,when overcome,
They were united into one.
Photo0360
Their souls and bodies were conjoined,
And thus their hearts were well entwined;
As honeysuckle on the walls,
Photo0335
In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall,
Their loving lips and eyes and hands
Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands.
and as they touched and gazed and longed,
The birds sang out in glorious songs.
Photo0241
Which is me and which is you?
Are we one or are we two?
I give you all myself today,
So this shall be our way

  

by

Is this truly love in a Le Creuset pot?

I loved her for her dark blue eyes,
And her Le Creuset pot.
I loved her though she was naive,
As she was very hot.

I loved her curly golden hair.
I loved her home made jam.
But most of all,I loved her brain
And how she dealt with spam.

I loved to lick her bright pink lips
I loved to bite her ear.
But most of all,her innocence,
Which made me pull her near.

I liked to lick her face as well
I liked to touch her hair.
But it proved far too difficult
For she was rarely here.

I looked at all her photographs,
I looked at all her posts.
She has twenty boyfriends now,
Whom does she love the most?

I loved her breakfast coffee pot,
I loved her tea as well.
She fed me on her buttered toast,
The rest I shall not tell.

I was happy,I was sad.
Whatever should I do?
She has run off with a tramp
They met outside the Zoo.

She sent me a love letter once,
And now she sends a card
I wish that she’d leave me alone
Jealousy’s so hard.

My heart has got   so painful now,
I’m sitting in the bath.
The water is as black as coal,
And still I’m filled with wrath,

Knitting a lover

8

Mildred was so keen to meet a man,
She devised a complicated plan.
Yet after sampling sixty one,
She found her ardour had all gone.
But Millie feels so cold bed-
I’m knitting her a man instead!

Winter song

Floating like seaweed on the tide

The final  leaves   loosen and glide.

The birds ride on the winds broad back,

They know no fear and nothing lack.

The air is filled with such small treasures,

My happy heart this wonder measures.

The clouds are deep and dark and grey

What   rain storms will they fetch our way>

The sun appears and gives a glow

Of yellow to bare branches low.

Red berries are still there like flowers

Upon  the holly’s pointing tower.

Sharp thorns protect the smallest birds,

And from inside, chirrups are heard.

Later on the blackbird sings,

And so much sweetness nature brings.

As I turn my mind from in to  out,

I feel salvation for my doubts.

I know that I’m part of the whole,

And with all life I share my soul.

In this peaceful place I rest,

And with love’s eloquence I’m blessed.

There’s singing in my inner heart.

Like bees   to flowers,my fears depart

The inner sea

Love shines from your eyes
and makes your face
so beautiful.
Smile has a rare beauty
Like a foreign flower
transported into a bare garden.
Though it’s winter
it’s summer in my heart
as I lose myself
in the colour
of the sea within you

Happy cycling and sharing coffee

  •  

      I am now very happy,extremely happy,with my bike.

  • But after riding it and having coffee in a small yet delightful coffee jar [yes,instant service[
    talking to an old acquaintance I suddenly felt very odd.
    Everything looked strange.
    Was I about to have a funny turn?Whatever that means.
    No,I didn’t have a hangover [if only]
    or a adverse reaction to heroin,lsd,cocaine or codeine or tea.
    I decided it was the heat in the shop and me having a coat on..
    On coming outside I had a freaky feeling… that
    I should go home.The bike was great.As I approached the main road
    and the pavement I tried to go onto last Sunday
    I said to myself,No,you’re not going up there ever again,Kathryn!
    Then what happened?
    My front wheel turned right,I crossed the road
    and there I was,
    riding on the pavement up to the zebra crossing.
    Who’s in control here?
    Have I been invaded by some other unearthly creature?
    I then got on my bike,thank you Norman Tebbit,
    and rode to my front gate.
    What’s this ?
    A message from God?
    Do I have dual or even triple personalities living inside me?
    I’m afraid I can’t tell anyone at the moment.
    But I have an appointment tomorrow with my doctor
    so I guess the blood tests have come back
    He only took 8 phials this time.
    What luck,he left me some blood behind,otherwise I’d be pinned up
    on the wall like a drying bunnch of herbs.
    Or maybe he’d have put me between the pages of a heavy book
    and made me into a dried flower.
    No,flower ,not flour.
    Then he could have made me into a calendar for 2012
    or a wall hanging.
    It’s cheaper than a funeral and your family can
    see you hanging there ,smiling distantly in your best dress/bib and tucker etc.
    Anyway,I’m still here
    but instead of wheezing my chest is mioawing now.
    I might frighten someone,I hope.
    So in the morning,I suppose i’ll have to take a wash at least.
    Maybe I should soak in biological detergent and put
    myself through a cycle in the washing machine.
    I’d feel ashamed if the doctor thought I was dirty.
    But how clean do you have to be to be really clean?
    Standards keep changing and you know I normally only wash on Sundays
    to please the lord ie my husband.
    He likes me natural.He says makeup makes me look worse,my hair looks better uncombed.
    and what’s wrong with having twisted feet,anyway?
    As long as I’m smiling,he’s happy
    .I might be dead,but hey,I’m still smiling,Lord!
    PS Just a virus,~I believe.I’ve never seen one yet but t