I saw her as a spectre of a girl I’d never met
Cast away forever in a time she did forget
With midnight in her tears and a cloak of hidden dreams
She rose up in the moonlight, the silence was her screams
Her beauty was unrivalled though of course of ghostly hue
But to me she still looked lovely, an ever deadly view
So, I stepped into the shadow of that rather dreadful moon
But chilled I did recoil though I think she thought my swoon
And just for a faint second, as the old church did strike one
I think she knew I loved her, but at that she was then gone
(For all those who hate laundry day.)
I’ve put it off,
I really have,
But clothes now look
So very drab;
The blacks now grey,
The blues washed out,
No other choice,
No longer doubt.
I’ve turned them once
And turned them twice,
And if I could,
I’d turn them thrice.
I’ll do the task,
The washer on,
Or dirt I’ll bask.
It’s such a chore,
It drives me mad,
But if I don’t,
Then I’ll smell bad.
So cheer me on,
I’m on my way.
Today, my friends,
Is laundry day.
Savour the stars
And value the night,
Then when the sun rises
Remember the good things
And cast out the bad.
Try to keep smiling
And not be too sad.
It’s just hard to view,
When things aren’t so good
They’re hidden from you.
So take a deep breath
And hold Gaia close,
Then soon you will realise
It’s life you love most.
Strength is not defined within normal parameters
It is not measured by the hand that wields the gun
Nor in the coins that waterfall from manicured hands
It cannot be gleaned from oppression, violence and pain
Not even in the pen of the politician for their ink is stained with blood
No, my friends
Only in the smiles of those who will not buckle
And the hearts that wield hope
Only there is the strength of truth
There are few of man’s creations,
Little of his expertise,
That I should rate as exquisite.
Despite the unrivalled qualities,
The sheer perfectionism of classical architecture,
The paintings of masters, voices of divas,
There is none that compliment or even enhance nature,
As the lines of a bridge.
Whenever I see one, I gasp,
And ask myself if it was set their by angel or man.
The lines between the two are so easy to blur.