Wet circles constantly
Dying and being reborn;
Transient tangents touch
Then swiftly lose their form.

Running round in circles
From the cradle to the grave
We live lives inconsequential,

Rich, mellow tones flow
From experts violin strings,
Spirits uplifted.

Utter luxury
Wrapped in kitten soft cotton –
Contented warm glow.

For four-thousand years and more
He’s withstood the tests of time;
Extremes of heat and cold
Haven’t cut him down in his prime;
Even now he proudly stands
As a testament of endurance,

Silver fingernail
Adorning the velvet sky –
God’s great handiwork.

There is a hollow in her hand
That needs to be filled with mine…

A beach of powder white sand
Where we cheerfully recline…

There are two lovely lips
Just waiting for a tender kiss…

Feather or thin lace
Or powder soft wings flutter
In carefree beauty.

“Here’s an idea” said the Scientist
To the Politicians in the West,
“I know how to use surplus cereals
To get from them their best;
We can create abundant bio- fuel

Interconnecting
Pieces produce a picture
So memorable.

A Poem as yet unwritten
Lies waiting on the page;
A Play as yet not played
Is rehearsed upon Life's stage.

A Song unsung, still to be formed
Into blended notes so sweet;

Ancient metal clock
Measures shadows on a face
With tactile numbers.

Weeping for a World
Saturated with fear and hate
He looks down from crimson clouds
In a grief stricken state;
Contemplating faces in shrouds,
Hearts intentions unfurled.

A wisp of blue
Morning mist
Caresses
The mirrored lake
As a pale yellow sun
Slowly filters through;
A pair of Mute Swans
Sail effortlessly by
In stately splendour.

A rivulet trickles

Is there two of me?
Or is he an impostor?
Bizarre De ja vue!

Sunlight interweaves
And blends between aging leaves
Of fire and rich gold.