Poetry

Witches flying on old broomsticks Very quick Talking magic cauldrons Frightening ghoulish ghosts Who scares us all the most?

As we lay a simple brick The walls of life surround us quick Becoming thick

We are the Sisters of the Magical Ministry We are wonderfully powerful Our amazing spells and potions Of the most mystical elevation

A mirror image Is a wonderful moving picture Playing like a reel of unique film Capturing the many images of life

As I look through poetry Through the looking glass As the spirals of my present and past clash The big city spirals in the present

As the cute little rabbit flew Bat wings suddenly grew Flapping hard in the Halloween spooky sky RabBat was definitely born to fly

Under the beautiful bridge Is where the shining crescent moon lives A brilliant radiance it gives Capturing the rippling river

A little boy chopped down a piece of unique history A beautiful sycamore tree Another piece of history chipped away It cannot be replaced

The human touch pulls my heart free From the very first heartbeat To the very last People from my present, future and past

Time passes fast As we turn the clock back Old ideas have made their way back They should be put back

Transmission tower or an electric pylon Electricity has moved swiftly on You have been forgotten Left to decay and wither slowly away

As I ponder life as a bird Life is absurd I look deeply at myself I find my inner self

I know I’ll be famous when I die My words will live gracefully on Long after I am gone My reflective contemporary poems

As the candle burns bright Friends and family shine Feeling their warmth and welcoming arms In the fun and difficult times Memories are

The gramophone plays As flappers dance the night away The big jukebox of their day As the music paints on the poetic walls

A moonlight sea Brings treasures on the surreal beach Within my reach Perfect shells complement the pearls of the sea

Our wedding day is now in the past Many happy wedded years we have had

The mirror of my soul As I follow my own shadow home

Many years, I have travelled Many air miles I have flown Over bridges Over oceans and seas

As we paint the world red Before bed we paint it black As we live in shades of grey and green As we close our eyes to the unforeseen

I feel like I’m back in a 1970’s film I don’t want to lose my flow Zooming in my own spaceship Sitting next to C3PO and Hans Solo

In the midnight hour I receive my secret power A poem whizzing in my head I must write it down before bed I can’t get it out of my head

Teddy on his travels around the world He such has a long way to go Down the rocky path Across the stream Following the road to his dream

Keep calm and hug your bear Every day your dependable bear will be there Through thick and thin Laughter and tears

Writers block As the corridor of my mind Springs open wide In the vast wilderness I try to find the words Every lost verse

As Teddy reads his history book A book about Teddy Bears From the very beginning To the present

If only I knew what words to say Fiddlesticks the ink and the paper just ran away

The natural colours of Iceland Do gracefully meet A blue rippling wash of the sea meets The crumbliest, blackest coal of this rarely seen

Air Control to all the aeroplanes Today, it is totally insane We have lost control of our own planes

The inked ballerina As her ballet ribboned shoes Touch the rippling inked water A beautiful silhouette Performing an elegant Pierette

A perfect place Mirrors reflect the wash of the sea In the dark shadows lies the golden sands

In my mind Imagination is mine Yet, you are so defined

My home Is where white roses grow Where the aromatic scent does flow Where I take you gently by the hand I guide you across Yorkshire

Birds of the big sky Red Arrows loop the loop As they flew Red, white and blue

As I return to a new life As death has now left me I take a swim In the deep blue sea My new life as a flamboyant fish My last dying wish

What happened to Disney World? When did the world turn on its head? When did Cinderella lose her precious glass slipper?

Lionesses fly Turning into beautiful angels in the midnight sky As stone gargoyles come alive The parapet can only surmise

Please don’t lock the door Let me in to this Earth I’ve only visited once before Please don’t lock me out

Lost but not forgotten in the swirling deep blue sea The mermaid of natural beauty One day she hopes to make the land home

As paper money falls like rain As it falls It slowly shrinks, devalues and deflates As it gradually fills those rich pockets first

A place I’ve never been before In my mind A floating iCloud As I manoeuvre through This curving room I feel lost In this unusual room

Abandoned and left to rot The theatre that has been sadly forgot Once our welcome home To drama, comedy and variety Dance and free expre

Sense and sensibilities have gone with the wind The mountains echoed back into the world As Atlas struggled to keep hold of All the myths

The craftsman of the worlds With his artistic hands Painting those eternal gliding globes With every colour of the vast rainbows

The big news today A beach towel lounger war One not ever witnessed in the newspapers or seen on the TV It was definitely news to me

Banksy where are you? I only see a reflection of you In an old brick dark tunnel Exhibiting your one off talent and golden touch

I’m going back to the future Back to the past As me and Doc Go way too fast

A Bird Hotel in Amsterdam Only the rarest of birds Stay in this hill top deluxe hotel

On the road of no return A psychedelic sky covers the once blue sky The planets float around this black and white circling city In your face

In my own mind I see my world as confined I wear the chains of every day life I long to be set free Of this unreal reality