Sensory and memory
‘The young earth is beautiful’-Robert Browning
‘The sense of stars’-John Martin
‘Lace into haze’-John Martin
‘The romantic bric- a brac’-John Martin
‘Touched like a flower by evening’-John Martin
A sweeping glance
She wore a bodice of eternity
Travel –The dream
Sat around a fire and kissing
As a child I wanted to be Murder She Wrote
With an old fashioned typewriter
Taking pictures of the beach
Taking pictures of a floating peach
All I can to is trust
God is just
The passers-by
I am a plus
I have forgotten lust
I am lonely but I don’t want to be a boney
I want to scream I’m in trouble
I can’t believe I have doubled
The star has been shut tight in a jar
Teenage years
I don’t want to be sleepy and weepy and deeply hurt
Still want to sing
Valentine
Let’s lie in a field of roses
A rose,
A princess in the rain
Soft petals
I want soft petals
Courageous rebels
Waiting for the greatest bubble
All those times I wished we could talk
Now I’m standing in the dark
Can you feel my pumping heart?
I still remember that singing Lark
Birds flying over the park
Let’s go back to that little spot
Watch the sea and bobbing yachts
Dip our feet in the waves
Feel the suns warm rays
Walk along with an ice cream
Make friends and form a cricket team
Oh,the adventure of sand
I miss the sun,the ‘feeling’ of fun
The weather is so cold
There’s nothing like Heinz tomato soup
And a crusty roll!
Or a big of chippy chips!
But then you have trouble pulling up your zips!
After drinking coffee sachets I am now on herbal tea,
And I’m trying to give up sugar ,no biscuits for me
Ever tried raw chocolate?It really is silly
There are drinks that claim to burn more calories
They definitely make you pee!
What do you do when you need something sweet?
Weep!
From the mountain to the moon
From the night time to the noon
From a melting candle in the sun
From the old and from the young
From the ocean,high or low
I just need to let you know
From the sky,a sky can be blue
From the land,I have landed you!
From the trees and the birds
I will shelter you with mirth
I tell the truth
It’s what your worth
From our bed to camping under the stars
You can’t hear the wildlife for our beating hearts
From the dancefloor to the Hollywood stage
I don’t want you to ever change
From a beautiful beach to sky scrappers
I can see a sunset,the colour for acres
From my voice
‘Ma you hear my love’
It resonates above
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