Magic lacks manners and Always barges in to stagger Us with its sweetness mostly On the nastiest unkind days! Continue reading Magic lacks manners!
Hope is that one last friend Remaining who sits by you When you have overstepped The line to say your truth! Continue reading Hope is the little friend…
Hope is the last candle you discover in the worst ever power cut of the year Continue reading Hope’s candle
Be glad your dreams Remind you of what Is lost and squandered Or battered and bruised And around it that tiny Left over nugget that Is somehow left behind By the beasts of bitter Times and now waits Burnished: golden … Continue reading Left behind: Golden You!
Solitude’s crumpled note Never has the word never Written on its messages & Always lies about all that Might come to mangle us! Continue reading Solitude’s crumpled note
Misery must grow its own garden Of transparency and tenderness so The moon of medicinal hope visits Continue reading Misery’s moon
When the walls of my world Are cracked open and fall out I know it is time to visit and pray to the only army that can help me So I go to that comforting country Of the safe, soft, … Continue reading Angels of the Any Time Wash
The underside of hope is Imagination scrambling Out of the grubby socks Of despair, the angel of a Gracious time fallen in the Poisoned well of arrogance Aching to rise up, hidden In the frail frock of a poem Woeful, … Continue reading the underside of hope
If ever it got possible to buy up this Large platter of peace, from someone Not wanting to make a major profit Out of it from our poor, broken selves I would choose the flowering market And most probably pick … Continue reading The Flowering Market to buy some peace platters!
If something is threatening to come undone inside me, I sometimes choose the hopeful shelter of some quietude and calm, where no tantrums or tics from the ruinous fields of the chasm, are allowed to enter with their endless blather … Continue reading Speaking to faith…