He Who Offers Me Sun

Meeting you was like being greeted by sunlight
The hair on my skin reaching to take you all in
Embellishing the energy you radiate from within
Just feeling your rays running along my skin
Such warmth and happiness envelopes my heart
You make me realise I’m alive inside once again
Knocking on that door of chance and a new friend
Love again, a place that I would never expect to see
But this is the dream that someday I know will come
The mystery man that I meet who offers me the sun

By Me

Brave Enough

If I was ever brave enough

Pondering my feelings

What would I express to you

Could I let it all out

The depth and effect you have on me

Could I unravel it all

Make any sense of how I feel

Organise my thoughts

Engage your attention in me

Just so you get my groove

Its love I fear

So when you are near

I melt with the attraction

Emotion overwhelms

I only know how to run

Impressions from my past

Come forth to stamp a mark

That cautions me to stop

Not give in to my heart

Let you in or allow you to see

Give me the strength

Help me become brave

Push forward through the pain

That hinders me with restaint

Like barbwired in a cage

Nervous beats pounding

Distance myself

Layers of emotions

Like the evolving sea

I feel this within me

On the smooth shiny sand

You stand, guiding me in

Gently groping fragile rope

Pulling me toward the shore

To free me from my lonely raft

Finally a man who can help me see

Bringing me into the light

Shedding my old skin

All that has been locked away

Saturates me, I am finally free

Intensity that gravitates

Me to you, you to me

I am yours, you are mine

No longer do I run or hide

On the tip of my tongue

Embracing that I can love

Just Me

Make - Believe

A character born from the words on the page

Absorbed into me, words released from their cage

Once spoken from the voice, the one that rings true

The connection is made, imagination shines through

Embrace the character you see, in your mind’s eye

Develop and make your own, as the weeks pass by

Taking centre stage, as one, but with parts of many

Character ghosts of my past, all wanting to be free

Therapeutic, full of glee, relief from conscious me

The real is submerged to make way for make- believe

By Me

Toilet Talk

What does one do when in the public loo

Apart from the obvious one’s or two’s, well it’s true!

Walls decorated with an array of graffiti and words
Scribble, or jokes, tasteless, amusing or absurd 
The mischief one gets up to, in a moment of quiet
Who would of thought to have a marker at hand
Ready for the opportunity to sign one’s tag
Tell me have you ever pondered the thought
Of having a wall of poetry, for the toilet door
Like a whiteboard, that you can clean with ease
Always ready for a new day, or week of ideas
Just imagine the mind’s workings in progress
Looking straight back at you when your mind is in idle
This is what happens when one is on the loo
Time on one’s hands to think things through!


By Me

Whiteness

Without it we don’t see light and shade
Balanced it doesn’t blind us with its light
Creatively it is has influence on the hue
Its absence brings darkness without a clue
No moon to admire from high in the sky
Or light at night to guide us on our way
The impact of it on our life is profound
Everywhere you look it can be found
You see it on every page and screen
Surrounding every part of our being
It’s here right now, even as you read
Hugging the space around each letter and word
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‘Whiteness’ as is commonly referred


By Me (2012)

Diamonds in your Eyes

I know when I see it
My heart skips a beat
Blush reaching my cheeks
As our eyes meet

A flitter so quick

But wow what a kick
Wanting another glimpse
Maybe it was just me

Will you be looking

If I take another peak
Do I even dare to
What will you think

For once in my life

Take a chance, try
Get the courage
Take that peak

So what if I blush

Or if he sees me stare
Maybe he is feeling
Just like me, scared

Looking up to glance

To my surprise
We catch each other out
The glimmer, the smile
The Diamonds in your eyes

By Me

Rude Drunken Pen

Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few

Bad and ugly times, both admit things were sometimes a bit of a mess,

All kinds of intertwined, confused, but along the way making some progress
On the grand masterpiece of all masterpieces – writing bliss
At first polite, we take in turns, to interject with collaborative words,
Until the air hits us hard, take a breath, where’s your etiquette, manners and respect,
My turn pen, I command, continue on to write, scribbling like an erratic bird’s nest.
Pen resists and spits its ink, a dirty blob from its nib…how rude
All smudged and slurred is a dribbling rambling of everything crude
Across the page leaking its ink, clearly from excessive drink
Dancing on thin ice, my drunken pen decides to try and entice
Inviting me to envelope, his muscular body with smooth fingers
Such fraternisztion you drunken sleaze, how do you expect to please
The love of your life, giving you permission to write and express your ink with ease
Drunken pen is at a loss as reflects on his drunken state, its very late
Blubbering relaxed words across the page, deep within and obscure
Then I realise that my drunken pen is sometimes a little insecure
He has a way of making me melt when I think of his 50 shades of ink - blue
Each drink of ink that fills his nib, that prints our words, that stains my skin
Is in every way the partnership of creative bliss and my perfect hue

By Me

Desire - Modern Cinquain

Desire
Wanting you
Passion, intensity, touch
Heart pounding, pleasure, erotic
Desire  

Just Me

Come Paint with Me

Do you wanna come play in the paint with me?
Colours in tubs, ready for hands and feet

Dipping in slow, squishy - cold, in they go

Feeling the paint gushing between our toes

Stomp, Stomp, it splashes up to the knees

Pro Hart imagination - anything goes

Our grins playful and wide, a giggling mess

Do you wanna come play in the paint with me?

Now our hands, oh oh, where will this lead
Skin like a canvas, paint running down with ease
I get the slippery feeling it’s going to please
Mind like a child, happy, therapeutic and free
What could be more fun than painting with me?
Come join me in total body painting graffiti

Just Me