The shifting singing sands....
they whisper tales of far-away lands.
Mysteries to uncover,
Mountains crisp and
seas a salty tang.
The horses hrummph,
wafting over emerald pools,
The wispy trail of caravans past,
tell of battles old,
Shadowey camels undulating on fluted dunes,
sifting silver with moonlit hands,
The eagles cry and circling vulture,
a foreign culture,
of nomad and tuareg,
of bandit lives.
Waiting...
in the silken whisper of the sands....

The Heart of things

Love my friend is no battle,
like an eye, in the storm,
The place of comfort,
from the struggle about,
The centre of life,
the stillness within,
yet a force that moves,
the chaos without.

Balance

In this world,
where we belong,

Snaking turns,
the fates do take,
The weak - not so weak,
the strong - not for long.

The Wind roaring in the night,
howling thunder, with all its might.
Yet in the day, like Water,
embracing everything,
The strength of a whisper or a drop,
wearing thin, mighty rock.

Coffee or Toffee,
this game soon wearies,
why not eat both,
and make merry!!

The sweetest faces,
need hardness beneath,
Soft skin toned,
drawing strength and structure,
of small things within,
Working together, giving great lustre.
Thats beauty, my friend.
of Opposites together.

Home and the World

Strength and softness,
Like Night and Day,
Need one another,
as in play.

Walls outside facing,
Warmth within,
These I think,
the secrets are,
to home, love and kin.

Tall, strong and growing,
like a baby.
Nurtured by the lilting,
tunes of sweet lullaby.

Beautiful Sexiness


Beauty,
like hotness,
in the eyes,
of the beholder,
lies.

What turns me on,
not out there lies.
'Tis the softness
that resides,
in your lovely eyes,
Making me burn,
smoulder and sigh.

Emerald Heart

The one out there,
like a pale cousin,

of the jewel precious,
that lies within.

Seek and search,
what we lack.
Seeking
what is ours,
what is inside.

Those Langourous Moments

It's good to laze,
to stretch out,
to feel the minutes tick by,
Doing nothing, is too an art,
Running all the time, maybe not.

Take a snug nap for tonight,
tomorrow's another day,
Pause a while,
'fore you rush out.

Lilting Thoughts

I wanted to say,
many things in this letter.
Then I thought,
A poem'd say it better.


A poems' a better way, to hear and say,

things left unheard, unuttered on the way.

Things keenly felt and with feeling said,

Remember them forever, for ever they'll stay.