My red-haired neighbour loved her high heeled shoes She dressed in cream and black when she went out
Her smart appearance called in many views
Even when she fell and was much bruised Her eyes so sharp drove off marauding louts My red-haired neighbour saved for grand cream shoes
She dyed her hair blood red, oh men confused! Though she was ninety she was never stout Her dear appearance wondrous was well viewed
By the Daily Mail, she was bemused She meditated, used it to wrap sprouts My neighbour dyed her hair and matched her shoes
Suddenly her blood its power would lose Her nights out and her cooking were in doubt She so stylish no more could be viewed
She went to Mass on Sunday, sin to rout Her hair fresh dyed, she died where God’s about My red-haired neighbour loved her pretty shoes In her coffin, may she be amused
My old blue fountain pen allows The ink across this page to flow Like wet paint from an artist’s brush, And words come in a rush. Enchanted by the hand that writes . Bewitched by art,beauty alights The script is like a music score Through which we step as through a door, Imagination’s home. As,mysteriously, to you, to me, The spirits of our hearts are tamed , By rhythms of pen,of brush, of mind, They enter vision quite unplanned, Like moths to flutter softly round Fire joined heart and hand The pen slows down,the hand grows still, And ,just as dreams at daybreak will, They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone Like dew dies in hot sun
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
A map's a guide to find a world
Knitted by angels,plain or pearled,
And though you need a map as guide,
Keep your own eyes open wide.
I spent a year caught in a map
Until I found a big enough gap
I crawled out through this exit slit,
So here I am,like some half wit.
Words can act like heroin,
You live so high ,where I have been.
But onto earth I gladly fall.
air the sun the rain is all.
My senses are my lovers long-
My ears,my eyes,my skin,my tongue.
The winds caress my naked flesh,
To dwell on earth is all I wish.
I'll live with mice and birds and plants,
I'll share my food with miscreants
I'll keep my words inside a tin,
And only, now and then,go in.
I'll live with cats and spiders three.
And like a wild flower grow quite free.
I'll give my words to those who hear,
And eventually I'll disappear.
Earth to earth then ash to ash,
When soaked with rain I shall disperse.
My atoms wing like butterflies,
And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised
How my heart sings 