Rise of the New Dawn

The whirly wonder of a wintery storm

Ancient weather to devour the norm

Rotating hurricane, ice cold snow

Trudging on with no place to go

Close to spring, a flower on show

A bud of yellow says “here I go”

Many more are sprouting now

A new year begins, little kittens meow

Beginning life all over the land 

Cows in shed, lambs that were planned

Rising of the sun, warming old England

Wearing nice clothes with our new wedding theme

Washing the windows, a pretty spring clean

Looking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen.                     

        

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‘Luscious landscapes picturesquely serene’

💌

I will not whimper away from love

even if they; are afraid to show it

I will not cower away from caring

although they; may despise it

I am an emotional man

doing the most I can to be as strong as I am

so judge me or accept me for showing

I will not change; I am as, open as a book

walk away and laugh,  my world may be shook

do not glance back to take another look. 

At my end

When the end has come

I will be forgotten  

One or two will mourn for a week

others may relinquish speech

most will not cry when I die

Continue on without wondering; why? 

So, forget my life without a stutter

don’t think of me, I do not matter

only one thing, I have to ask

a very small useful task

it will not help me but can help you

open the New Testament, a page will do

read a small verse of scripture song

pray the Lord’s Prayer & follow on.

Vikings

A Viking with an axe cutting through skin

killing for gold, even one’s own kin

invading lands in shallow low boats

sails of red and white from the blood of goats

strength in their core, vicious in war

excited by death from blood and gore

one may be asked ‘what did you come here for ?’

he answers -

- “to plough your fields and take some more”.

Swim an ocean

A wonderful human with so much to give

friendly face finds a reason to live

helpful and kind to the very core

inspirational gift, what others go there for

if they were half of what she is today

they’d sleep through winter 

then wake up in may

Dream

I dream of a Tesla; diamonds and pearls

holding of love with clothing furled

to be a king with the power to kill

or choose to live without the thrill

I dream of a day when slaves are free

live in a hut cut from a tree

thousands in a hive as little bees

not a worry so long as we are free

don’t be afraid of the knock at your door 

open it up to give them what for

don’t get up to be a bore

Jump out of bed, shout out …….. I’m fucked! 

to the Core! 

Deep in Passion

Thy heart festers for her to be my bride

A testimony of thou sour lives in one

We devour everything that ist’ good

Rain doth not wash away the stench

There is beauty in the tears of love

Wicked are the ways to steal a mind

Crying tears from a bleeding heart

Gathering imagination in a crystal vase

Beautifully capturing all in a maze - meant

Keeping the love that has not been sent

A soft prayer to answer secret dreams

Let us entwine in a passionate embrace

surely we need not open anymore wine

Can we not lay together to feast? one more time.