Creative Writing, Poetry

Green to Blue

Green to blew my heart is true
See in the sky, how high I fly looking down,
Do you see that town?
Nothing is moving because of you
Your slumber makes the world stand still
Arise, wake up, the moons had enough
See the sun’s rays, beyond  hill range?
He’s holding still, waiting for Jill
Even the rain,  waiting patiently

Come sweet child open thy eyes
Eastern wind won’t even blow
The birds are waiting need fly high
To swoop and dive before they die
Oh come, wake up sleepy head-why

Do we have to blow?
the wake-up horn
A mighty raw, wake the heavens for sure
The stars they twinkle, waiting, so still
I’m flying high waiting for Jill

Green to blue the sea needs to move
Moon; she turns our ocean tides

Wow betide – time to rise make some pies

Creative Writing, Poetry, Uncategorized

Wand of Almond Tree


                                                          Wand of Almond tree

Go yonder ye to thee wand of almond tree, there embrace, thy hands to hands, close thy eyes go forth ye faerie folk, to yonder almond tree. Tis there, thee will find the wand of Queen Shih’esham for whom do find.
Go, henceforth, there one will see it glisten so, if ye be the one to behold such magi.
If one plucks ye wand from the almond tree, be the one hand to take, take it well, for it controls such faerie magi.
Nowise you’re kind knowing of malevolent wants, tis only for good of heartfelt deeds.
Forbid thee of ever ask, the wand to make a maiden, taketh her heart, and soul, for retribution will befall your soul and heart, that never more will you love or be loved.
Be wise as an owl, always with good intent do thee use the faerie wand of almond tree. Pixies and faeries, and all forest folk, do thee see garlands of wild blossom, meadow blooms to wear in their hair.
Do you see with glee there in that hazel tree? All faeries with trinkets of gold don’t be too bold, for our faerie and pixie folk; do play in the meadows and hedgerows, telling their extravagant tales.
Faeries of old, faeries of new, never do we see such fools as thee.
The faerie Queen in fine regalia, her subjects are shy, see how they fly, never take by her wing, surely she’d die.
Faeries fly with grace and such skill, like humming birds so still, do you ever see a faerie fly, without her crown of meadow snow drop?

Faeries or pixies ye Willow tree mourns, driven from woods and forests all, there meadows heaths hedgerows too, wherever wisheth be, cast out thine rightful homes. Oh the faerie folk their homes destroyed with pitchfork and scythe, there tiki’s do burn, out, out the humi’s cry. Away with ye, be gone, oh ye devils, bewitching young’uns foolish talk. In traps-n-nets they take them all sparing none there our plight?
Nowhere to fly, no hiding place, there woods and forest ablaze with rage, on, on those humis drive the faerie folk who once dwelt in the evergreen.
Willow branches hang with sadness upon the faerie folk’s demise and expulsion from there woodland green. When will she raise those long grief stricken fingers, she weeps alas no more her faerie folk do dwell.

When all the faeries came and played, alas no more there ever will, alas no more never more see our glistening friends our faerie folk there evergreen no more they be in there playing fields, and woods, even forest deep deserted all.
Oh the sad snowdrop hangs her head with shame, why you ask, I tell you so, because of humis doings, driving her faerie folk from her. The faeries would take and wear upon there crowns her bloom of plenty, and even play a game so gay with harps so merry when all the faeries would come to play. Alas no more will she see her glistening friends. Oh who will find the wand of the willow tree?
Thy faerie queen she sits so regal upon her thrown, Oh Why, why the faerie folk cry, banished from there world of green. Now the willow bows so low to conceal the wand of willow tree, none will find until the day the faeries dawn.

Creative Writing, Poetry



New To Me – Numerology

Old or new
I never know

A dress doesn’t make the woman
the woman makes the dress.

A woman’s make-up is just a mask
Remove, the wall falls down.

She a diamond sparkles
never ever looking rough.

Young at heart, don’t act my age
Very soon, I’ll be on the obituary page

Age doesn’t matter
surely look’s define.

Looking for me little bee
Come, let’s fly – be with me

Eyes tell all without a word
a smile defines love within.

A woman’s dress size never right
A woman’s weight, reads just right
damn them scales always faulty

Never such a thing, of a sure bet
the odds are stacked by chance.

Where have all the gentleman gone
to the grave yard ever one

Don’t do anything in the daytime
that keeps you awake at night

The important thing is
keep your mojo moist


Creative Writing, Poetry



Her name is Jane
could I be her Tarzan
swinging from vine to vine
I very much dough it
Swinging  pillar to post
Yelling out, oh damn words are Trademarks
can’t use them here oh dear
I’ll shout them out
did you hear the shrill
Birds taken flight from canopy’s
Lions roaring chimps a calling
Elephants stampeding music loud
How many ribs have been broken
pounding chest never spoken
We could meet for lunch
I’ll bring you a bunch
Sitting around just larking around
Could have been on my course
Swinging arms watching ball
A hole in one, best shot of the all
I’ll play to finish just one round
So it’s your turn mine’s a pint

Creative Writing, Poetry

Beautiful Rose

admin-ajaxA beautiful rose still in full bloom
You’d never believe this stem we hold
I’m being bold in what I state, but true
Can you believe this beauty of sixty and more?
Eyes call, nature has given her all, Oh! such pose’s
One would surely be so glad, to give her rose’s
See, full of sumptuous magnificence,  ooh la la
Is it the creams and lotions, or simply her genes
Her outstanding beauty, sweet complexion, tells all
A human world, artificial genetically modified food
This females image outshines so many. So so moves
Elixir of life this pretty woman, no need of useless want
Fountain of eternal youth, her alchemy is a breath of life
Silky smooth, soft as a peach, kiss’s, oh! oh my lady, lets meet
Have you seen her in a cameo role, yes indeed  she’s the bee’s knee’s
Tall in structure feminine form showing beauty calling all
Small tender feet, taking the lead, dancing till dawn our Dawn.
I know of few that dazzle, such a beautiful smile as thee
One such beauty of long ago, her name is Cleopatra you know
We could not leave out, queen of queens, beautiful Queen Nefertiti
Young lady so many talents, who swoons with her complexion.
Sadly I must take my leave, beg your forgiveness of such folly.
If any photographers need a senior lady give me a bell

Creative Writing, Poetry

Would you believe it (a rewrite)


A fairy tale from long ago of time before time
It’s written in a book or was it a stone
Like Peter Pan and beautiful Snow White
Some believe of this long lost Place
No one knows where. Who really cares
Their Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters
All lived in a world high in the heavens
Some would want us to believe tis called paradise
The birds and bee’s feed off the trees
Even the dogs why there legs up high
A world of ease it seems
Would like to make one believe
All in birthday suits, hand in hand
Peacefully strolling along humming there songs
Just like bees at ease with life in paradise
In a dream or a beam of white light
A story of human life unfolds, what of other forms
Not of our god, no spirit or soul they say
Not so forgiving is this unforeseen old chap
We are told that from eating an apple
Our world was born of the two legged kind
Did the birds and bees just happen to follow
‘Oh, such sorrow
We are told that naughty little Adam take
is leave up a tree.
So many trees, so many types of fruit to taste
In a place we call paradise, not playing dice
‘Oh, what a sin

A land, a world they both twirl, just having a good time
Larking about as teenagers do. Then in there tea break
Was it French delicious, Grannies or Cox
Was it green or red, maybe yellow instead
It was never written down whoops who’s a clown
They blame that naughty girl, beguiled somehow
This foolish boy who went took, ripened fruit
Was he envy with greed, did he want to saw his seed
Oh’ what a show off indeed
So in there backyard of wide open country
Forests abound and orchards of plenty
Where naughty dear Eve, teased foolish Adam
My sweet, my love I beseech thee pick thy fruit from this tree
Looking up at the branches Adam saw he could not reach
So off he went home to fetch a ladder
He went to the shed and asked poor Dad, can I borrow a ladder
Dad said helps yourself son, mind you bring them back
So Adam placed the ladder against the tree trunk
So up he went, pick a rosy red one and through it to Eve
She took a bite and said Oh no not at all nice, go to another
So up he went, picked just one and saw a moggy upon a branch
He calls out, there’s a pussy cat here, with freight the cat jumps down
Adam and Eve where eating the juicy apples when who comes along
Adams dad saw them eating the apple of his precious fruit tree
So dad told them off, never more will you taste of my fruit
A long story cut short. Dad gave them fig leaves,. Adam just one
Poor old young Little Eve, she had to have three for her sin
A paradise they had to leave, don’t forget from begat a world a new
The birds and bees are free to do as they please upon the trees

Surely, apples do they not fall to the ground in make believe town
Very convenient in only a week a new world formed for the meek
Then low and behold, the fruit of the forbidden happens to be our
good old apple tree upon this earth.
Not very forgiving is there almighty it seems
Our little girl Eve took the blame from beginning of time

Now it seems there are black clouds rolling upon the earth

Creative Writing



Her name is Charlotte,
Firm, full of flavour
Best they say steam
or upon the boil
This little wench
from Suffolk
They say she’s full
of a natural source

Vitamin C
helps our bones, blood vessels,
teeth, skin, and gums work properly too
body will absorb the iron

Much needed

 Contributes, to the maintenance
of normal blood pressure


 A relief one need’s each day
Natural source of fibre – well-balanced diet.
They even say she’s
grown in a rich fertile plain.
I’m sorry you little, little gem
One’s going in the pot
firm and tasty

So in the bin my pills will go for
High blood pressure
High cholesterol
Fat reduction
She’s a little Gem.