The Visitor II

We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared

40

Forty years ago today
I put my white suit on
The one I bought for twenty quid
in Jayson’s Menswear from
And the only tie I think I had
was a black one from my Dad
and a pair of his old shoes
I’d kept since I was just a lad

Proof

 

I have read the fairy tales and
stories of love
for time eternal
they are as true as they come
if I could only believe
the prince charming for real

My Colorful World

 

I have alligators in my soup.

One is pink and one is blue.

Add them up and it makes two.

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Learning my colors !!!

 

Fields in shades of purple are on display.

Dainty little buds glow in the sun light.

Some farmers plant these flowering plants.

~ The Flurry Folk

~ The Flurry Folk
Sitting on a cloud so high

Slate grey haven in the sky
The Flurry Folk work all year

Making flakes with lots of cheer
While Ole Man Winter soundly sleeps

The Flurry Folk happily guard his keep
As the Winter Solstice slowly arrives

The Music of Your Life

I take your frail hand in mine

Where sands of time

Have carved deep memories

Over what was once

A fresh, peachy flesh

Or so I believe

 

~ Sympathy of the Sea

Upon the cliffs, sea spray blowing

Waxing mom, pearl drop glowing

Soaked, sheer dress clinging

Mournful songs from lips singing
Across the waves and frothy foam

Between each waves and audible moan;

The Sean seldom gives up her dead

Wraps them in sea salty watery beds
Yes, an audible moan raised above the crash, the foam:

Life from the armchair

I’ve sat here for what seems forever

The chair carries an imprint of me

Of rainy days and cups of tea

Of breezy sunny days and a pile of  books on my lap

Oh the places I went, the scents I breathed

The friends I made, the men I have loved

All in the palm of these two trembling hands

Quick Story

Source: Google Images

You asked me to stay
But I didn’t see you hurt
Til your eyes met mine
And we were beyond the line

Too Late to Hold you

A Poem by: Maria Elena Bitare

I would lose all the bucks that I have
All the make-up I use to cover up
But you’re too far to reach,
Too strong to win.

Free From You

I imagine a world,

A world that’s true,

Not so cold,

Free from you.