Sweet Surprise

A sound she heard,

A whimper.

Lashing rain asunder

Absorbed all else

Was it imagination?

She wondered.

Wrapped in bed,

She heard it again,

A pitiable little mourn.

Couldn’t take any longer

She threw off the covers!

At ten past twelve,

On her mother she dwelled.

Torch alight,

Hands held tight,

Into the street they ventured.

Oh, the sight!

Poor, sweet pup

Lost in the rain n’ thunder.

A new home for it,

Clean, fresh and happy,

a different sort of love springs.

An Ode to my Childhood

Just like breathing, I forget,

How un-assuming and easy it is,

Until it barely exists.

Family, so hard to build,

Easily displaced and shelved.

Dust off the covers,

Rediscover old joys,

Dark rooms, joke books,

Pigtails and kites.

Running around, yelling,

Patting, hitting, laughing.

Skipping up and down stairs,

Monkeys climbing trees,

Playground wounds and

Top secret missions.

Endless games and parades.

Running to finish first,

In a race that a glance decided.

Looking back, I say this,

A childhood filled with memories

A childhood worth reliving.

That's me!

I’m the kind of person

That picks up old conversations

Who can trip on her own thoughts

Can act oh-so-propah for a laugh

I’m just silly old me

The girl who’s always all ears

And quite often shares tears

Even over broken toys.

A book worm would be jealous

Of the pages I’ve lived through

I’m jealous of elephants

For pages I rarely remember

None can find one like me

A vociferous wall flower

A twinkle-toed little nerd

An all heart, no grit little girl.

Give me your frowns

I’ll turn ‘em uside down

Let me colour up your views

Spray love around your igloo.

The College trip

On a trip with girlfriends,
Trying new sports, quite fun!
But for one pit fall...
Everywhere you look,
Lecherous eyes…
Put on your blinders,
Smile smile smile!
Words can be ignored,
Glances left un-noticed,
Some even pretend,
They weren’t brushed against!
The memory won’t go away…
Cycling around an idyllic lake,
Pedaling fast to, respect, save!
A few girls pursued by more boys,
The cat calls jade.
Yet we pretend.
Maybe it’ll fade away.
The wolves belt love songs
As soon as you, them cross.
The deliberate meandering,
An attempt to collide.
The last straw’s prelude:
Rabbits jumping, jeering,
Into our bus as it parks.
On entering Devil’s Point;
A brazen shutterbug snaps!
Tears in her eyes,
Thunder in our hearts!
Clenching his hands,
Unwavering, unafraid.
A show of strength later,
A wrenched roll of film ensures
Never again, never again.

For Granted

What once elicited

Many a happy warble,

Now barely lifts a smile.

Small little things that

Made a sweet difference,

Presently dig a grave divide.

The same few words

Spoken in diverse tones,

Chronicle a distance, wide.

A long time ago, so precious,

No anymore, not even close.

Sensitively termed ‘Forgotten’.

Why make loss your teacher?

Don’t wait to appreciate

What’s been a support throughout.

Step away from that curb,

Look again, smile, re-value;

Take nothing for granted.

Random ditty

Each day I wake up with a smile

The day is mine, the day is mine!

A fresh, new start, on a brand-new path,

The sun doth shine, the sun doth shine!

Strong winds beckon, stirring up dreams,

I can fly, I can fly!

Little ditties come to mind,
let us write, let us write!

The Looking Glass

She stood up and took stock,

Of the world as it were

And those that took notes.

Hers was not to ponder why

Nor to dwell on with sallow eyes.

Hers was to wonder, question,

Act on and stride on, right!

Find a goal and keep it in sight.

Draw up your connector lines,

Leave no ends untied.

Forgive the ignorant,

Liberate the past,

A platform rooted in experience

Is all you need here on.

Keep the back door open

For Change visits every now and then.

Take the suggestions as they come,

Implement only the sensible ones.

This is your life, make it!

Don’t let go, don’t break it.

Cry

Sometimes you have to cry
To let out the hurt welling up inside
Shed a few tears to ease the load
Knowing in faith, the pain will never go

Change is constant, the only ever-lasting
Sweeping in it's path, every memory,
Lambasted, twisted, turned on it's head,
Returned with no more than a sigh.

Hold steady in these daring winds,
Chin up, arms tucked,head held high
Only YOU can envision YOU through
the mad chaotic ensemble termed Life

The Peacock and her mirrors

Fanned out like a peacock
She coo-ed and preened
As though gazing at a mirror
She bedecked her gown sequinned.

Enrapt, her mirrors shone back
They eyes alert just for a byte.
Hanging on to every move
As though they'd miss a strain.

Taking her own sweet time,
"Drummer, guitarist, check!
The mic's jarring, bring another
Before I loose my bearings"

The mirror are restless, roving
And flashing some impatience.
A chant starts up, she hears,
"We want this to begin!"

With a laugh on her lips,
A scarred smirk in her eyes,
Like trapped canary,
She begins to sing...

For the one that got away

Crying for what is lost,

Smiling for the same,

And then poker-faced all thorough;

A paradoxical life she leads.

Tomorrow brings hope...

Will it be prettier than today?

Although yesterday’s beauty

Has yet a way to fade.

Look I into dreams

Or memories are these?

The mind boggles and baulks

As the rose tint goes dark.

Yearning for simpler times

When what was mine, was mine.

Now even the next hour seems

As though it is unreal.

Take not the colours from my life,

I seek to see again.

Give me back my happiness

And all that once was mine.