One kiss is never enough,
There has to be one more,
O may they return, again and again
As waves kiss the sandy shore.

Don’t deny my hungry heart
Of this most simple pleasure,

Wrapped in newspaper
They taste best beside the sea
Gulls are well aware!

He stood at the bus stop
Black coat soaking wet,
The rain was pouring down,
Was his face one of regret?
No, he was quite happy
So glad to have took a walk
As, while all others looked glum

Walking on white
Powder soft sand
My footprints
Left impressions,
Little signs
Indicating my presence
In the recent past.

As I returned later,
I paused
And struggled to find

Tell her
That her kiss
Is the best start of the day.

Tell her
You would not
Want it any other way.

Tell her
That you love her
There could be no other.

Tell her
That you want her

Expanding circles
In puddle or lake, echo
Short life we all live.

Strokes of affection
Light, and tenderly expressed
Keep love’s bonds so strong.

Gluteus Maximus
That Gladiator of Rome
Got into such a rage
That his mouth did foam,
He cursed and snarled
And snarled and cursed,
Yet things didn’t improve
But got much worse;

Emotions wet trail
Of laughter or grief, often
A mixture of both.

Aching heart wanting
To feel needed by someone
Who is lonely too.

Birds are singing

Chattering away,

Children are sleeping

Silently in their duvet.

The road outside is quiet

No cars or trucks rumble by

No drunken raucous riot

Monster surfaces
Rage erupts as suspicions
Poison hearts and minds.

Whatever has or shall be seen
With eyes or aching heart
Is the subject to be told
Each meaning to impart,
And often those penned words
Sink like a poisoned dart.

On paper the poets ink

Aimlessly floating,
Detached from a dove’s soft breast,
Here and there it goes,
A capricious breeze taunts it;
When and where will it settle?

There are sparrows in the hedgerows
All aflutter and sounding distraught,
Twittering and constantly muttering
Over things that Man has wrought,
His philosophy over the years show