KnitterKnatters

Knitting soothes the spirit

It chases all the woes

Its also good for restless folks

Who can no longer touch their toes

Many just don’t realise

They have an active mind

It keeps their minds from wandering

And drinking to much wine

Knitters are quite clever

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Take Me

Heavy footsteps thud across the floor

The rapping of a cane demands attention

Cloaked in black from head to foot

His pointed boot heels caked in mud

A dusty black hat shadows his bearded face

Sunset Seduction

The steady steps of faithful hounds

The bush silvery green and lush

The leaves are crackling so loud

Lizards scuttling in a rush

A ghostly mist envelopes me

Each footprint lifts some mud

The lake is seeping through the trees

Birds fluttering high above

In a Kiss

His lips grazed hers

Awakening a force within

Igniting the smouldering embers of her womanly desires

The Force of Love

As I walked through the windy street
I saw two lovers kissing on the seat
The wind blew the leaves from gutters clean
But still they wouldn’t stop kissing so keen

The land lay bare and the wind blew louder
Nothing stirred them from their lustful hour
What a wondrous life lovers led
When all is stirring about their heads

Oblivious they are to any that pass
Ensnared in a lustful wanton trance
He sings a song a bed of roses
He makes from a thousand fragrant posies

Wishes of Love

I thought I am too young

Then of course Im old enough

A flipped a coin to see

What luck is ahead of me

I see the eyes of a twinkling soul

New Beginnings

Let the year that’s been

The pain, the struggles

The highs the lows

All your troubles

Let the tension unwind

Find peace of mind

A new year is ahead

Another Day

Morning flung the stone

Put the stars to flight

It kissed goodbye to the night

Betty rose early bright as a spark

Hearing the birds pull worms apart

Thomas awoke, bouncing from bed

Heart Grazes

Driving along listening to tunes

The radio singing to me

I thought of you

Flashes of memories

Seep from my brain

The carefree days

When there was no pain

Sitting on your shoulders

Awaken Me

She walked outside the air sacristy quiet

The sky as black as a devils soul

Bulging heavy and foreboding

Sooty clouds churned and rolled

Buckling with aqueous weight

She hugged herself tight

The Chestnut Tree

The Chestnut tree grew strong

Solitary steadfast and true

A noble vigorous tree

The sweep of its foliage

Drooping so tenderly

Diddle Daddle

 

I think I’m important

At least to my dogs

I’ve kissed many men

But mostly just frogs

I love a good pun

I need a good Ark

For me and the dogs

Do you Noah great guy

Please just no more frogs

Precious Plea

I loved you before you drew your first breath

The sight of you, your pudgy cheeks and soft silk skin

Made life complete a purpose to begin

The miracle of you so perfect so new

The years went by you grew so fast

Challenges came you learnt you passed

Tick Tock

Sleep eludes me

Staring into blackness

The darkness a cavern

Vast oppressive

Emptiness engulfing me

Battering my soul

At sea on a rudderless boat

First Blush

Walking by the lake

Solitude envelopes me

Morning bird songs fill the air

A symphony of sounds and sights to see

Swans glide in synchronous dance

Cormorants dive fast to catch a meal

Feathered friends embrace the sun to heal

Finding You

I saw him walking he looked at me

I knew he would find me someday

I waited enjoying his every step

Breathing in with bated breath

Karmic Flow

 

 

Who loves me not

Who loves me so

The deep intake of breath

The instant spark that left its mark

Fluttering butterflies in my depth

The forward sweep the backward leap

Could I give into this

His eyes shone bright would I take flight

I wavered on the abyss

Letters

Once upon a time we sent letters for a dime

Letters of joy from a girl to a boy

Soldiers pining for girlie sighing

Applications for situations

Young lover’s declarations

Letters of madness or of sadness

Loneliness

Loneliness adds to the beauty and colours of life

In music blissful tunes invite you to trance

Spooning the notes, sorrow begins it’s sweet dance

Loneliness is the language for expressing the pain

Feeling unwanted  uncared for names yelled in vain

Wearing a cloak of darkness a poverty of self

Neglected alone on an old dusty shelf

Rivulets of Despair

She stood numbly watching the rivulets

Of water streaming down her legs

Feeling nothing but seeing everything

Watching the young innocent girl she knew

Waving goodbye with tears in her eyes

Scrubbing harder, her skin turning red

Ignite

She walked as if on water without a sound she appeared

Into the room the light transparent a silver mist enveloped her sphere

Her eyes sparkled like the sea twinkling corners of a laugh

Bemused but filled with rapture at your stilted path

Seeing you seeing her feeling so elate

Pulses soaring in throbs like a hammer

From her soft swinging hips sauntering in strides of heat

Illuminate Me

 

You can cut with your words

Slice me with your knife

Threaten with your presence

Bully with your orders

Shake me with threats

Dampen my mind with despair

But you won’t stop my soul

A Balancing Act

 

 

The beauty of deportment is really quite an art

The most beautiful and well dressed is not all they need

Unless their temple carries well they might as well take heed

What is becoming for one can be improper for another

If unsure of your gait then ask your dear sweet mother

Mouth Me

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less

What thoughts and sentiments would you express

Watched closely you can see what it can be

A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities

A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet

Beautiful Eyes

The eyes have been called the ‘windows of the soul’

Ill-nature and bad passions will show prominently in the eyes so behold

It is not so much the colour, the size, but more the expression that makes them beautiful

No amount of ink, pencil or colour will keep them youthful

For centuries women have studied the art of applications

Wind Tunes

Poem & Image by  Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

Wind whistles through the trees

Soft steps swish wet grass

Daffodils strewn along the path

Flashes of yellow shimmering

Striking a cord with the living

Tyrant Tales

 

Each word like a knife cutting deep

Slivers of my shield he did deplete

He has no sense of humanity

But are a true tyrant of meanness and vulgarity

Hurling criticism everywhere never a praise

Continual attacks you learn is not a phase

Sorrows Embrace

What but the birds shrill song

The dog’s long howl

The babies screeching cry

Prickled fur of fear

Hollow ribs of the starved