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the merry morning magpies sing
twee-twoo-twoo-twee-twoo
it’s a beautiful time, to spring
from my cozy blanket nest
I set my eyes on the big blue
the sun knows no rest
as I stagger to find my shoe.
Twee-twoo-twoo-twee-twoo
the merry morning magpies sing
twee-twoo-twoo-twee-twoo
it’s a beautiful time, to spring
from my cozy blanket nest
I set my eyes on the big blue
the sun knows no rest
as I stagger to find my shoe.
I have this little universe
It’s a blessing and a curse
My eyes are enchanted all day
‘Please light up my world’, I pray
Any pause in activity
Will bug me for eternity
So my eyes lock in at first light
and rarely strays from my sight
It’s a blessing and a curse
But iPhone, life without you would be worse!
Paradise is but a picture
Heaven an idea
Over the rainbow
End somewhere
Never ending stories
Inside the eyes of hope
X marks the spot.
Rejoice in faith
Invite the future
Songs of the southern isle
Evergreens persevere
Sunshine in paradise
Inspired by Thomas Moore ‘The Journey Onwards’
The plot was marked above the earth
gravity she was breaking
her tail pointed towards her birth
and her eyes towards her dreaming.
It’s always hard to leave our friends
the people that define us
but on we go around the bends
away from those who think they know us.
The tapestry of all our years
tell the tales of our growing
we look back on them with happy tears
with memories overflowing.
Reliving moments way back when
affirm the threads that bind us
enrich our love again, again
for those we left behind us.
And as she breathes each foreign shore
and wanders every street
she thinks on love for evermore
and looks for it, in those she meets.
Another scene marks another weave
older chapters start to fade
but the light of love never leaves
and so her story is made.
So, when the road comes to an end
and her tapestry is complete
she’ll think of those from way back when
her people, she will greet.
I started writing this weeks ago for R U Okay Day but forgot to post as I got distracted with life. But here it is. Better late than never…
there is
thunder
in my thoughts
this enemy
has been caught
today
my attention
shorts
as a silver lining
is sought
the curtains veil
my weary eyes
this lead weight smile
my only disguise
people keep asking
why?
It is what it is.
Sigh.
Every day my thoughts
climb this wall
heeding to the worldly call
A soldier must never fall
Every day, the same old game
screaming silently in mental pain
the heart is beating
the lungs are breathing
but the thoughts want to blame
and escape
the suffocating shame
of the toxic enemy
haunting this brain.
You’re bird shit on my window
every day, I don’t see you
but if you left, I’d miss you.
You’re a cloud around my dreams
try as I might, I can’t see
how you could possibly be.
You’re the abstract on my wall
images painting the clues
can’t you see my, your, our truth.
You’re a voice drawn on my phone
speaking words I cannot hear
I just don’t care – that’s my fear.
I’m the unicorn you wanted
I’m creative and I flaunt it
I’m screaming for you… can you hear it!
I’m a bi-racial unicorn
just living life and going strong.
I got my non-fat-mocha-latte
a pick me up from last nights party.
Morning time is always buzzin’
social media all a fussin’
Way up North the earth is shaking
Way down South they’re all a baking.
Mr Z has spoken honest words
two links up from the dying birds.
Mysteries showed on a foreign shore
but that was it, they say no more.
Sports fans are afraid to boo
just in case the media shoot
no need for questions, no need for why
that’s there story, don’t bother to cry.
It’s all white noise in my ears
propoganda, sensationalist fear.
Winter is her weakness
a body trapped in bleakness
shaking and aching
the darkness enchanting
her hopes bequeathed
as she falls like leaves
windows fill with teariness
as she is locked inside by weariness
waiting to see again
waiting to hear again
waiting to sing again
Tomorrow starts with latte
the fuel of fearful Friday
and the fire inside her ignites
as Winter continues to bite.
I colour my picture
with a southern starry sky
eating chocolate sponge
and laughing with friends
an airplane takes off
over roads less travelled
fitting pieces of a puzzle
on a lazy Sunday
along the foreshore
or deep in the forest
or both.
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