hop to it; he says romping bounding and bouncing springing into the water gambolling from grass a frolic – your frisky when dancing and prancing others have left – cavorting – we’re last when others fail to do what can be done making nothing of something and neglecting the one playing and leaping and splashing […]
Tag: freestyle
This life of I
This life of ‘I’ is a life of ‘am’ and I cannot live gluten-free sweet embellishments when in your world and spring will help me pass the brood she waits with patience – lures longing too long I thought yet so rewarding that it would catch me in the race to fashion feeling’s mirrored face […]
The Story of Santa
for the children… — Once upon a time there lived a white-bearded man he stayed at home almost all year ‘round yet as cold turned to freezing and the villagers stayed in he could be heard strolling through the grounds one year when it was frosty his wife bought him a jacket and […]
Gratitude
Gratitude
Ne’er to go
The wind shakes – the ground breaks – your eyes wake and blink a joyful string your baggage light delight in spring and build create God’s guild love, laugh then chide – before I lose my alibi I reached the wall – a no-through road – yet in your arms I fell […]
what makes one a fairy
what makes one a fairy give her a hedge to hide behind bring lightning and the strongest fragrance and she will have taller feet – longer arms and bigger hands and delve into the Never-never-land a playmate remains a little girl travelling to the evening star by horse and carriage ride – abandoning reality […]
dead poets
The teacher, on the table, stood (to some a block), a plank of wood yet there stood a scribe with task to feed those beyond mere reasoning a calculated world we’re living in with textbook teachings of the past think, my friends – with majesty within you is the test to see dead […]
Seven seas
I dance to the windswept scent of the flower bed that’s blooming and walk to the sundrenched colour of the bottle-brush in Spring. I run to the overarching weakness of the sunshine fading and lie next to the smell of baby milk that is the stunning bosom, bearing. I sleep to the suppressed reality of […]
Milk and butter
The evening storm The morning sun The shining Summer – burning Fire red As ice is blue The cold wind isn’t learning That flowers bloom From buds of Spring Like Autumn leaves of colour With startling sense – Emulsified – Like blending full cream milk With melting butter. What dreams may come What loss I […]
The birds that chirp before flying
The sun and the moon And the stars and the sky The laughter that bursts In the birds that chirp before flying The water that brings A saviour to life After looking down At the flowers now blooming The essence, the ingress Seeps through the room’s open window The day sees the sun Shining brightly […]
sensualism 