Monday, 20 June 2016


I'm not clever, I'm not cute, 
I'm not witty or astute
and I don't pull pretty wings off butterflies
But if there's one thing I know
In my streams of life that flow
I'm all good at getting on with getting on

You can kiss me you can fight me
"cept George Clooney he can bite me
and I don't drink alcohol or spin out lies
But if there's one thing I know
In my streams of life that flow
I'm all good at getting on with getting on

I'm romantic but not soppy
I'm the real deal not a copy
I love munching out on rich cream cakes and pies
But if there's one thing I know
In my streams of life that flow
I'm all good at getting on with getting on

I'm not pretty I'm not smart
I confess I often fart
And there's not a lot of things that I despise
But if there's one thing I know
In my streams of life that flow
I'm all good at getting on with getting on

I'll just carry on and be
All I know that reflects me
Till that day I stop to say my last goodbyes
And if there's one thing I knew
As my streams of life flowed through
I was good at getting on with getting on

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Nature's Warning

Beautiful, just beautiful! the view before my eyes
Across a field of wildflowers, a million butterflies

Beauty indescribable, under a summer sun
A masterpiece that only God could possibly have done

The wonders of our natural world are struggling to survive
And yet when viewing scenes like this so real and alive

One ponders on the reasons just how quickly things can change
Why man forever feels the need to always rearrange

He’s messed up our environment, it needs serious protection
He cannot leave things well alone but tampers with perfection

People since the dawn of time have managed to exist
I doubt the internet and such would ever have been missed

Most peoples of the world today are skeletal or fat
Change in the name of progress has contributed to that

Our rainforests and our oceans, our rivers and our streams
Will be for generations coming only found in dreams

If things continue as they are some things will disappear
Already things have declined like our quality of air

But Nature and her Powers that be are stronger than we know
Those natural disasters that kill millions surely show

She gives us everything we want to use, but we abuse

Her universal warning is; you fuck with me, you lose!

Monday, 11 November 2013


I've had lots of romance come into my life 
and almost as quickly depart. 
Each fatal attraction began with the eyes 
and worked its way down to my heart

I really should have learned; after the first 
and tried to move on with some cool. 
But one drink of love only deepened my thirst 
I tried it again - what a fool!.

But once I'd accepted my stupidity 
and taken some time out to think 
I did a self audit to get clarity 
and finally decided love's stink

I said to myself “Self you need to get real, 
and focus on what you're good at; 
forget all those muscleheads copping a feel 
you can do much better than that!

Get into life girl - grab on to its’ shorts 
You’re getting nowhere where you are 
Your viewpoint of love has a serious distort 
and all you'll have left is the scar!!”

The wisdom of self I accept gratefully 
who better to give me advice 
but no matter how far away it might be 
I'd like to find somebody nice

A wonderful lover who'll be my best friend 
Intelligent, loyal and kind 
Preferably a poet, or some-one like that 
He must have a creative mind

I hope it will happen – well maybe it might 
I’ve had enough practice I know 
I know that he's out there, my true Mr Right 
But when is he going to show???

Sunday, 10 November 2013


So many things inspire me 
when I am writing poetry

A stunning view of mountains white
The beauty of a starry night, 

Seasons changing, rivers flowing, 
flowers blooming, breezes blowing

Crowded streets and quiet byways, 
country lanes and super highways

Romantic dinners, cosy chats
Skipping pebbles and silly hats

Humming birds outside my window
Headless horsemen, Sleepy Hollow

Come to bed eyes, sensual looks
Fashion statements, history books

I could go on and on all day
With all these thoughts that come my way

A Higher Power, a summer day
An autumn shower, a donkey’s bray

A Harley guy, a groupie girl
A tiny ballet dancer’s twirl

Children's laughter in a park
The comfort of my puppy’s bark

But now I'm bored and getting tired
My thinking neurons all been fired

But when I'm writing poetry
So many things inspire me

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

An Insight To My Soul (A Kyrielle )

My poetry creates for me
My beliefs and philosophy
I hope each write will clearly show
The poet I want you to know

My thoughts I pull from everywhere
and analyse each one with care
You’ll see within the written flow
The poet I want you to know

My passion’s in my poetry
Reveals the very soul of me
This insight to my life will show
The poet I want you to know 

My poetry creates for me
The poet I want you to know

Thursday, 26 September 2013

Who Grows Poetry?

Does poetry grow the poet - or the poet, poetry?
I’ve thought about this many times it often puzzles me

When William Butler Yeats sat thinking in his writing chair
I wonder what inspired “cloths of heaven” to appear.. 

Those sonnets from Neruda, all those odes to love and life
were lovingly created because he adored his wife

I think most poetry’s triggered by experiencing life -
- by times of sad, and times of glad, of turmoil and of strife?

Reading through the history of those poets now long gone
The more I read their poetry the more I get turned on

But one day if the question ever should be asked of me
Did poetry grow you poet? Or did you grow poetry?

I’ll pause just for an instant before I simply smile and say
“I haven’t found the answer yet so kindly go away”….

Thursday, 12 September 2013

The Gift of Quiet

Out in that nothingness where silent lives
Inside the serenity that it gives
Warmed by that quiet filled nothingness space
That’s where my thoughts find their own special place

There they find solace in sweet meditation 
Turning those thoughts into sweet inspiration
Clearing reality out of my mind
Clutter of living all left far behind

So beautiful in its simplicity
Feeling my karma empowering me
Surrendering to an ethereal song
Finally back where I truly belong

Echoes of living, retreat with the day
Dark creeps in slowly as light slips away
Setting a process for thoughts to take flight
Tranquility touches the silence of night