REFLECTIONS

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

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!

PRACTICE DOES NOT MAKE PERFECT

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???

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A SIMPLE SUNDAY SCRIBE

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

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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

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”….

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