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Waiting For Your Love

Hear me, my love
Rustling through the trees
Whispering in the wind
Calling across the ocean
And rolling in the deep
Up hill down dale
As a dove coos and eagle soars
Hailing thee yonder
Yearning to be heard
In this wilderness of a beating heart

For though you may be gone
You are always there
Alive in my mind’s eye
Like an arrow of desire
Piercing my soul; my spirit
For I loved you from the first
And will love you to the end
Sweet rock of passion
Lodged in my heart
Forever and a day

And let us not look back on what has gone
Yet more so to that which will be
Enjoying this moment; this time
Posited here in the now
As the waters lap upon the shore
The tides wash in renewed
And the moon waxes a new morrow
For here I am waiting
Waiting for you
Waiting for your love


Mind’s Muscle

Mind as a muscle
To hone and to train
To work out; to exercise
To take up the strain
To energise; enliven
Exert then let rest
For a mind that is strong
To survive life’s long test

Lost Girl

She lassoed the moon
Stole the stars from the sky
Switched off the sun
Let the light simply die

She siphoned the air
Suppressed love’s last breath
Claiming victory was hers
As he fell to his death

And as last one standing
She refused to concede
That her spite and her bitterness
Had made her heart bleed

And with ice in her veins
And a stone that beat not
Her hatred engrossed her
As she started to rot

Then the skies all turned black
And the darkness consumed
The lost girl, so tormented
Now dead in her tomb.


When the world offers no mercy
Let poetry stand out
Stand out like an island of sanity
Midst the harsh seas of chaos
Breathing order
To bring about peace
To bring about joy
To bring about flow

This poem has been adapted from Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi’s book “Flow”.  It’s fab – a really inspirational read – if anyone wants to know more about Optimal Experience

Cloak of Conscience

I am one step ahead of you
One step behind
Adjacent, at a tangent
Intercepting your mind
Above and below you
Within and outside
I am your own conscience
There is nowhere to hide

Off To Uni

Today he’s off to London
I feel a little sad
But may this Richard Whittington
Find gold and nothing bad
As on those cobbles nightly
He stumbles home to bed
With lager in his belly and
A thumping pounding head

Yet in the days let him be stretched
And filled up to brim
With nuggets of pure knowledge that
Will make him smart not dim
So that his future pathways will
Be made of all that gleams
So, go now my son and do your best
And live your wildest dreams


Meddling Madam

Meddling madam, miffed and mad
Makes me see red; she’s just so sad
For with so little in her life
She seems intent to cause such strife
And interfere; upset as well
To make our lives a living hell!
Yet does she care does she perceive
The fall out from her wanton greed
The chaos and the disarray
That she leaves in her wake each day
Or is it all for her ego
In which case let her burn and go


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