As our hands do meet We bring art to our bare feet As we squeeze out the tube of paints As if, Jackson Pollock art droplets started to ra

A written mural of pure simplicity With a human beating heart A gentle warmth That just reaches out More than just a written word

The magic whisk It bakes Our weekly fix In the big bowl Flour, butter and sugar go An egg in the mix The magic whisk

As Atlas no longer holds Earth On his strong broad shoulders He has been firmly pushed far away

Eva is a girl with many talents and skills With a simple ink pen and crisp clean paper When drawing her flowing art just takes her over

The colours of my soul Splash in the river of dreams and hope Where ripples of darkness reside Where colourful splashes of my beating hea

A lost love in time As I reach out to hold your hand My true love gradually fades away Just a skeleton I try to hold on

The wicked clown Humour is the real devil when he’s in town Spreading smiles, laughter and mischief Jokes and tricks at his fingertips

As I fall asleep I dream the world is slipping back in time Changing from vivid bright colours to dark black and shallow white

All it takes is one word Chaos is unfurled As a thought becomes a physical war All from one word and thought Women will no longer exist

Teardrops will fall The longed for baby We love and adore For your spirit will always live on

Another year gained Henry will be twelve today Henry do not wish your life away Live it at your own pace

Elsie poses in a red dress Looking her beautiful best Against a magnificent motorbike It is definitely her Prom Night!

The world is upside down As the rain poured down Covering the land and the roads The tumbling water took hold

No longer alone Poets and artists Meet for a word fest Artists splatter their paint or sculpture clay Poets word play

Life can be as beautiful as popping popcorn All sweet and warm Smelling sickly sweet Life can also be full of drama and controversy

Feeling like I just got off Hogwarts train I’ve landed in familiar London town again Yet, things still change

As we look around Many changes we have found For latent woke is now wide awake Trying to change our world to fake

Abandoned by humanity Peaceful and still The Devil waits to catch a glimpse of you In this mystical view

As I watch the TV It is meant to be reality The presenter is so fake Real life reflecting cinema Is she trying to confuse us?