Waters Of The Moon

A golden summer moon hangs low and heavy in the night

Night birds show out in silhouette against her glowing light 

While warm and fragrant winds blow sweet across a quiet lagoon

The moonlight gleams, on crystal streams, from waters of the moon.

Two lovers, arms around each other, stroll beside the sea

The music of the moonlight serenades them tenderly

Knowing that the magic of the night will be gone soon

They plan their schemes, as crystal streams from waters of the moon

Together they make promises and seal each with a kiss

No matter what their future it can never better this

The music of the night plays out its universal tune

And sings of dreams, and crystal streams from waters of the moon.

A Poem A Day

Living a poem’s much more than its words.. 

More fragrant than flowers, or soaring of birds 

Extends far beyond all perception of time 

It challenges reason, it amplifies rhyme 

It pulsates across every possible zone 

With conceptions that are virtually unknown 

The romance, the passion, the sweet mystery 

Is there in the beauty of life’s poetry 

Poetic words impact on emotions deep 

Fuel imagination, makes elusive - sleep 

Poetry’s an affliction, one needs to take care 

A sweet, sweet addiction so buyer beware 

In poetry as in life there are few basic rules 

Life will suffer madly the wisdom of fools 

However, what life through a poem may say 

Try at least once living - a poem a day

Life – A PoemII

Poetry is all life and all life’s poetry. 

The living of it creates our history 

It clings to our day through the things that we do 

Pulsates through our nights in the dreams we pursue 

Poetry is right there in the things we all see 

Inspiring, transpiring, aspiring us to be 

May come complicated or in a smooth way 

In waking or sleeping, in work or at play 

In patterns and colours - in quiet, with sounds 

In everyday actions our living surrounds 

We each have our habits exclusive to us 

Performing each with or without any fuss 

Our lives are all different and always unique 

We struggle but manage our strengths with our weak 

Our lives, as we live it has structures essential, 

And each structural part has poetic potential. 

We limit ourselves, yet we are limitless 

How great is our being is anyone’s guess 

We control those things we want others to know 

And hold back on things that we don’t want to show 

Emotions are ruled by the head and the heart 

Of life’s ebbs and flows we are always a part 

Through rhyme and with reason our lives clearly show 

We move to the beat of a poetic flow

Sweet Confession

I openly confess a love that goes beyond the norm 

A passion filled devotion that would challenge any storm 

It rises of its own volition - from a power base 

Established in imagination, never face to face 

Unquestioning, strategically created by the heart 

Where logical and common sense will never play a part 

For time there is no meaning here and distance even less 

A place where light and darkness merge in shadowy caress 

This warm, hypnotic space accentuates my state of being 

Confirms the surreality that some things need no “seeing”. 

It’s said that love is timeless and my choice transcends all time 

This love born out of sweet “hello” has now been forged in rhyme

Seasons Of Life

 The skies outside are grey, rain falls as winter settles in 

The naked trees sway drunkenly into the savage wind 

The changing face of Nature as the winter comes to call 

Becomes aloof and distant as it leaves behind the Fall 

Children in their innocence take seasons in their stride 

Not really sensing differences, content in or outside 

Our lives are similar to Nature in so many ways 

We have our rhythms, our routines that fill our nights and days 

Spring brings new beginnings, the rebirth of many things 

Summer is the time for fun and all that Christmas brings 

Autumn slows the pace right down preparing for a rest 

Before the Winter opens for her Icy Winterfest 

Where Nature’s role is infinite, ours tragically is not 

No matter how we wish it were, we only get one shot 

Seasons will come, seasons will go until eventually 

We carry on alone to meet our greater Destiny

Poetry For President

Tell me Poem President, I’d really like to know

How you built a whole campaign from your poetic flow?

Did you feel that strategy would be the way to go?

Did you seek advice from others also in the know?

Tel me Poem President, when you first felt the call

What was your game plan for this political football? 

Given there were others more experienced and all

Or did you just know you would not be the one to fall?

Tell me Poem President, after the race was run

There was nothing left to do, nothing was left undone

All the votes were counted and you’d definitely won

Was the deal to gain appeal -"Go hard, but make it fun"?

Oh yes Poem President, before I go away

And leave you in peace to re design our world today

Love your long term vision to keep misery at bay?

"Do the rhyme wins every time"; looks like you’re here to stay!!

Questions & Answers

(Q)  What is it that fills your mind

That stirs the essence of your being?

(A)  It could be that the truth I find

Disputes the knowing from the seeing

(Q)  Will it calm the raging tide

And sit you quietly to one side?

(A)  Depends on what has stirred the flame

And who or what accepts the blame

(Q)  Will it quiet your restless sigh

Where time needs not some filling?

(A)  Who knows; maybe the answers lie 

Beyond this time I’m killing

(Q)  Will you envision what should be

Upon the stage in which you play?

(A)  My audience will measure me 

By accolade will show the way

(Q)  Is there peace within your mind

In the sounds that echo wide?

(A)  Inner peace I hope to find

If love and laughter be my guide