Earning A Living
I live to work and work will pay
In rain or shine or boom or bust
To earn my crust and live and play
Poetry
276 works
Autumn Haiku
Fleeting summer warmth
Golden rain of falling leaves
Harbingers of frost
The Fairy Encounter
Stories of a fairy fort
That were told around the camp fire
Blazing in the summer nights
Sammie The Dog
Sammie the dog was thought to be clever
Cleverer than one ever did see
He could switch on the TV with his paw
LETTER TO MY DICTATOR
Thanks for throwing me out, old man!
It was a pleasure to meet you;
Pretence to a normal life,
A Moment in Time
Warm rain-washed morning
Black coffee on the patio
Silent slipping of traffic through the mist
Attack
A shortness of breath
grasping at the breath of life
as heart palpitates.
crossing the bering
if we were all eskimos
everything would be so much whiter
but we couldn’t tell
back
And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins.
I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go.
Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg.
Before
I love life at the funeral
In the morning, when the deceased is unknown, warm and still hated
When the tax man is about to start his rounds, ruthless and docile
Dreaming Through Time
Do you know 'what is a dream?',
Really understand it?,
Engage in it...
Silence Versus Noise
Silence,
serene, tranquil,
lounging, thinking, dreaming,
What If?
What If?
As I stop and watch the sun set
At the ending of the day,
THE COCONUT CRAB
Who stole my coconut from that tree?
What is that creature that I see?
Eight unique legs used in pairs
The Wonders Of Shape
Draw a shape...
large or small, round or tall,
all unique, all complete.
NATURE IN THE SKY
Sun, sun, you shine so bright,
Lighting all the people's lives,
Oh so warmly with your glow,
THE SILVER LINING WITHIN THE CLOUDS
I am a woman of 65 years -
I have lived a life of regret and tears;
I spend my days in a 'dream-like' state -
At the Arts Festival, Galway
At the Arts Festival, Galway
There are swans on the Corrib,
Along Quay Street the pubs are
THE OLD DARK ROOM OF MEMORIES
That old dark room that lay partially forgotten,
Forgotten from mind not forgotten from memory,
Memory that if remembered left feelings of loss,
Shadow Dwellers
Those who dwell in shadows
Are not children of the dark
But rather students of anguish and fear