I’m just an illusion of poetry Naked and raw You cannot see me My words touch you beautifully I’m just an illusion of poetry

Yes, it did come to the last day Cloud and haze Mixed with a cool sea breeze Gran Canaria Winter Pride 2022 We have a balcony view

Flanders Field Where horses gallop Where a bloody war was fought Where blood was spilt Where red poppies now grow

Poetry in motion Is just word play Without a thought One word follows another As we write an unwritten prayer

Please don’t touch my creative spot I don’t want my poetic river flow to stop You know it means such a lot

The world is upside down Turned inside out It’s Gay Pride Nighttime It is truly full of rainbows Ribbons of Pride Yumbo has come alive

Travelling through time to capture the past To make the future one day past Hooking every memory

I am Hessian Man I am a natural born world superhero I carry my trusty metal lamp To defend the skies and planet I unzip My metal big zip

I caught a train It came on time From Yorkshire to Kings Cross From north to south

We reached our sunny destination Our holiday haven Taking in the sun Walking around this familiar town

Please release me I’m caught between fiction and reality I tip my toe I stretch out my hand Yet, fiction pulls me in

Winter is wide awake Cold snowflake’s fall On the hard, frosted ground The sun gleams On the frozen blue lake

The wheels of the gravy train has finally come to an abrupt stop The fist made a dent in this money carriage

Miss Springtime awakens Her complexion of pale, leaf green Flowing locks of spindly, nickel strings

Red Queen She is in your nightmares and in your dreams Nestled in between those pumping veins She smells your blood

Who spilt the bottle of ink? The ink did pour It poured some more It spilt on the floor The kittens did pour from the bottle of ink

Lyricsfrom a pencil case The pencil scribbled on the music paper Scribbling those high and low music notes

Howdy you spirited folks! I’d like to introduce you to our Skeleton Hillbillies Band I’d like to shake you by the hand

Burning bridges The hot fires do burn We can no longer return We can no longer walk that bridge

Three witches are we We are sisters in arms Holding hands At night we fly high on our super-powered broomsticks We play trick or treat