seasons
coming and going
time over time
be it cooled or warm
i like all seasons

ain't it fun
how they come and go
bringing new life every time they come around
making new changes
time over time

i like all seasons
be it windy or sunny
sometimes i long for other one's to come
time over time
i know they will come around again...

the bulb burns dull and bored
lacquer and Formica
faded mirror and ghosts

clouds etched beyond the
broken trellis tops
the stale taste of a soda pop

Taste the spicey sweat of
Mid October
fringe collar deeds

the thick plate glass
jewelled with humidity
runs clear..vision bleed

Our cornucopia
I call
the dark reciever wish

press earnest mouths
down static wells
through copper labryinth city hell

you say

"wassup?"

Tizzy was told her parent died early on
Lonely though, she lived with her granny
On whose birthday, an uncle stopped over
Their dotted paths had crossed in time past

His largesse to the niece met a yearning need
Of care cloaked in sugar daddy’s garment
This did not go well with the aged woman
With avowed secrets locked in her heart

He strangled the ‘aunty’ to have his way
Overwhelmed by car gift and overseas trips
Her campus boyfriend suffered in sorrow
With barefaced lies, she dribbled him through

Frequent visitor to my thoughts are you.
Joyful respite from the mundane.
Sometimes conjured up and not.
But the greatest fun of all,
those out of nowhere thoughts of you.
They play their endless game of hide and seek.
Conceal themselves behind the pages of a book,
between the lines of some report.
Even found peeking out from behind the cloud of
some decision being made.
When tripped across they linger not long enough
for contemplations touch, before they're off again.

I am immortal in life.
I see all, live in tears
Thrive in fears.
I touch everything and everyone,
I am what you will become.
I follow your steps,
I wait in your home.
I am all.
I am nothing.
I will never die.
I am the shadow of your life.
I am forever.

nature does nurture

we all are a part of mother nature
which all along our lives
does us nurture

foliage
enchantments drip
like kisses
down the springdrenched
long ago

upturned as a sigh
the miles of spendthrift
sky

billowing with her yarns
and tales streaming
caught on the moons
sharp blade

cutting heart
killing
moon

sotto terse sonnets
the turned hip
glean of stars
like glitter dust
cool and arid

we are a thousand
miles
from touch

we are a voice
one
given
to heavens
longing

Lady Autumn

Margaret Ann Waddicor.

DER DE DER DE DER
Perhaps I should concur
with other rhymes at other
times ter te ter te ter.

why I love Frost?

I love Frost
for his simplicity of thought
how he volunteered to be different
after all we all have a choice to make
and that all the difference does it make
we cannot say yes and no
either way
one way we have to go ...

Frost in all his humbleness
never knew
some guys called Nobel
will select this one poem too

he has made his mark
so am I in the waiting lurch
which road should be taken
hope I will follow in his footsteps too
very few take a path afresh and new