The Pub

The Pub

The comic end of it all

Travelling in a car

Singsong lakes

Love is lyrical on the wind

The Pub A philosophical drink

February

Back at school

You are so lush!

Crushes and blushes

Catching the same buses

Some of us are good girls

Some of us are hussies

Some boys just want pussy

Some boys go all mushy

But people can be fussy

They want the perfect tushi!

They don’t want their eyebrows to be too bushy!

Or let their kissing get rusty!

Trust me!

Valentine

Love is blind

Looking for a sign

Coming across a nice bottle of wine!

An opportunity for ‘me time’

Instead of unrequited love

Pancake

It’s a time for a child

It’s pancake Tuesday

It’s time to smile

And not be moody!

You have to get the batter right

And begin with a steaming hot pan

Stack them up layer after layer

Eat as many as you can!

Water in a well

A wish to escape hell

Stream of courage

‘The day’s in love with you as sun’s with gardens’-Iain Crichton Smith

Your emerald honours

The baby woke up like a rising daffodil

I found you on a tide of music

I cannot ignore the fire blossom

‘The perfect patterns of a universe’-Iain Crichton Smith

Northern Lights

A downpour of purples,reds,greens

I entered the maze

To put purpose in my days

After you,I love a gentlemen

Dreamed of places

Dreamed of faces

The stairs of prayer

Every step

The gentle rain

Up in the trees

The scent hidden in the flower

Make me feel like everything

Encourage me I will have wings

Have I disappeared?

So lonely and weak

I’ve fallen down a stream

Petals are floating like in a dream