Going through life Grief just taps me on the shoulder Like an emotional wave Splashed in grief

I saw the moon It struck a chord My naked silhouette Made you hard Made me wet

The door of words fell heavy on me As I opened the door They covered me I felt their pain The words of love and sexual plains Words weigh

Please do not touch I want to have I want to love You are my temptation I cannot love Unable to hold Unable to touch

I cannot see the edge I want it to stop Am I on the edge of infinity? I daren’t step forwards I cannot retrace my steps

Gingerella is her name Ginger is her claim to fame Every word she writes Every poetic word she speaks She only has gingerness on her ging

Gary & Nicola’s Wedding Picture

he world is topsy turvy It is lying on its wild side Inside out We are all rinsed out

Imagery is what we see Upside down imagery Turned around Write way up A voice to speak

The imagination of a wild rebellious write The beating thundering heart of a poet A wild rebellious impulsive love

Please, please, Mr Fireman don’t knock down our the poetic door For our poetic bed is red hot I know you feel the steaming heat

Hands tied Flying on the many ropes of despair Flying to nowhere Tied to the ropes of despair

The pennies that fall through my hands Once I heard them jingle in my pocket I could hold them in my purse

A new period in time Trying to escape from our English gardens Our well worn sofa Trying desperately hard to branch out

Mark the spinning postman Whizzing around in his NHS white van Collecting our envelopes Our numbered blue bags Talking world politics

Driving by A white unicorn A magical river with canal boats that wonder A fleet of Royal ice cream vans

Let’s put my foot on the gas I want to drive past the words of propaganda The road is rocky and never runs straight I want to escape

I have to apologise I have two left feet I have no rhythm I have no beat My ears are deaf to any genre of music that plays

My broken words frozen over time Chipped and torn Yet your tears still flow Trying to put the broken words together again

Just who do you ink you are? The master of words Who writes scrolls of ink upon my skin That promises to write every page of my book