A little box of heaven

I have a little box of heaven
which I’m watching carefully
As I’ve nurtured every seedling
as you would quite naturally

And yes, I know they’re on the small side
but they’re growing all the time
So I’m confident that fairly soon
I’ll be rewarded with a sign

Allotment IV (aka ‘A certain pleasure’)

There is a certain pleasure
at the end of a long day
to pop to the allotment
and have a little play

I might do some watering
or strim the grass a bit
or do a little weeding
or in the sunshine, sit

Joie de vivre II

Don’t let me sit inside
when there is sunshine to enjoy
Fill me with the wonder
that is out there to deploy
Give me the enthusiasm
to be out there on a whim
just lapping up the atmosphere
with an expectant grin

Comfort in Sound

I’m plagiarising something
today, but never mind
‘Cos there’s every best intention
and it’s not meant to be unkind
For I have (as to be honest)
done a thing I often do
Been listening to music
and the sounds I loved and knew

To keep and to hold

There is never a time
when a visit is not
unrewarding for me
whether chilly or hot
It is always refreshing
a pleasure and more
For there are always the
treasures along the seashore

Finding Rhyme

Every once in every while
as I write I find a smile
It has a lot to do with style
and sometimes just a little guile
So as I write I find that I’ll
find words which rhyme which I’ll compile
All to combine to my profile

Simple

Flowers bring
simple pleasure
always to be found

Pleasing words

The simplicity
of pleasing words
crafted

Decades

Born in the fifties, baby boom years
A child of the sixties, scuffed knees and tears

A teen in the seventies, met Sal, fell in love
and at the end of the decade, wed the above

Sunrise embrace

Along the western esplanade
out across the sea
A golden winter promise
reached out its arms to me
So I stood a little while
awestruck and swathed in grace
as it wrapped its arms around me
in a sunrise warm embrace

A pleasing distraction – sedoka

On cold winter days
for a pleasing distraction
the thought of Springtime flowers

Caught on a warm breeze
to embellish me with their
wonderful fragrant bouquet

Pleasure

We brought a David Hockney print
and hung it on the wall
An early Christmas present
to be admired by one and all
It’s from a London retrospective
at the Royal Academy
to which just under four years past
we went, my wife and me

Wanton

.

The Hour is Late

and I have been writing All Day,

yet Words continue to tumble,

For the love of a good walk

Amberley to Washington
is around about six miles
There’s one particularly nasty hill
and several gates and stiles

Unraveled

.

Here I stand

Unraveled

By the Sensual Delight

Pleasure

.

Ripples of Enticing Emotion,

Stirs Within like Restless Ocean,

Waves Roll in Luxuriant Leisure,

A Rolling Ball

A rolling ball, I am

Sometimes I roll, to tips of mountains
Giving you ripples of pleasure, maybe rattles of fears too
As I stand towering high, on muscles of iron

Breath Beguile

Breath Beguile the Wordless Thought
Of All I Fear to Never Say,
While Heart, unfettered, Sighs and Stops,

The simple things

We’ve been here before
but the effect is the same
In this place we come back to
again and again
A long tunnel of trees
with sunlight ahead
And the fragrance of forest
in the paths we have led

Sun back

Sun broke through the clouds at last
Said ‘hello’ once more
I smiled and said ‘hello’ right back
followed by ‘encore’

Beach

A beach is what I need
when the weather is like this
Fortunately I have one
So it seems I have my wish

A moment shared

Through the window I spied
with coffee in hand
a small feathered friend
flutter by and then land

Perched on the side of
the larch wood bean frame
to my garden in search
of a morsel he came

Obi

The sun shone bright on May the Fourth
The day that Obi came
An eight week old Jack Russell pup
with a famous Star Wars name

Pleasure

pleasure, a feather’s lift
a rush of pulsing blood
feet off the ground
clouds sailing in eyes

Kept a secret

Kept a secret, it was mine
I looked at it from time to time
I put it in a special box
with hinge and lid but no firm locks
But it was hidden well from view
and rarely seen by just a few

Daffodil

I think that if there’s one
thing to remind me of the Spring
It is the humble daffodil
and the pleasure it will bring

Spider

Twelve months ago our spider plant
Was just a few small fronds
But something’s happened since as if
We’d waved a magic wand

Regret

o foolish self!
waters change shape
as you indulge your hands in it
think not so you made it shape