When dark becomes the night
no moon nor stars in sight
but woes, sighs and cries,
how sadly look the skies.

Then bright shall come the day
to sweep that dark away.
The sun, shining for miles
adorns the skies with smiles.

.
He rumbles in the distant haze
feet heavy
in the groaning grey’s
grumble and quiver
and threatens
to let loose the deluge
held in promise
by the hovering black
as he incites air-quake with every angry step

I am not dead
I am just changing
Unfolding as a rose
tipped by dew
in warm basking
of freedoms light
... Alive yet incoherent
Solving my enemies
as queens to pawns
Eclipsing the moon drops
of Aslan and his armies
Meadows of heather,
lilac and lavender
Mushrooms ballooning
across eastern east
The dragon smoking
puffing his pipe
while crawdads race
across marble floors
in the crystal palace
Hello!!!
there my Lyrical one
Sing me a song about

A decided hitch has come to fruition
sabotoging the glide in my stride,
Worcestershire nights, so cold and damp

the Northern Lights makes us want to go, hide;
there's truely magic in the air!
Better walk it off, before it starts to cramp!

Salty, lemon-jello moonbeams
illuminate my weary eyes,
but, a feather could've bent me off of my skid!

Worry not, because I kept my balance'
and joggered not, into my dawn's surprise!
Let's get closer, so we don't disrupt the grid.

With his goofy hat,
Topped with a smelly cat,
And his girlfriend named Pat,
And those insane suspenders,
That may have been in a few blenders,
He had the truck with the messed up fenders,
He looked like a goon,
When he carried his little spittoon,
And his bird dog named Coon,
His lip packed with Skoal,
All he did was mine coal,
Pants tucked in his boots,
He sure was a hoot,
And he sure as hell couldn’t shoot,
He couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn,
And when he missed he said darn,

Shaved and deodorised
nostril hairs plucked
cool shirt and pants
just check that handsome reflection
once more
into the bathroom,
step in a puddle
eww shudder
wet socks

she arrives
late and lovely
seems distracted
lean in to kiss her
a slight cringe

wet

on leaving
I say
I Iove you
tight smile
me too
she says

socks

she puts the pockets of herself
into the hate of worthless weight
onto her arms sun worth and warm
away from torn rooms the storms
the pain the stains of childhood shame
all winters ache black broken flame
drowned in the dream winds of
the blame

She is old, maybe beyond her years
traveling the streets pushing her cart.
Her eyes show many of us our fears
of living, perhaps, beyond our years.
Yet she shows her dignity not tears.
Having little—she shares from her heart.
She has witnessed so much in her years
traveling with keepsakes in her cart.

when mind overflows
and being is exhausted
endless emptiness

mental upheaval
intuitive new insight
awakens essence

as water to ice
sweeps into textual change
altered awareness

exultation, rest
touching the destination
momentarily

.

I remember dancing in the moonlight
and a young girl who fit my arms just right.
Hair tumbling like a long brown waterfall
as we swirled 'round the room at the spring ball.

My eyes were fixed on no one else but you
the prettiest woman within my view.
Neither of our feet felt like they touched the floor,
a hint of what would so soon be in store.

I can not say which songs played on that night
but I recall, still, holding you so tight
and how I got lost in your laughing eyes.
Love caught me, unexpected, by suprise.