Change is now coming,
you see the need and feel it,
and the wind has changed.
I’m setting my goals,
and seeing what i must do,
to score , score again.
Month: August 2023
13-07-23 travellers and wind blown poems
I’m a traveller,
and my words spread far and wide;
my books travel on.
There is desert sands,
the wind blows its poems there,
for those that will see.

12-07-23 Filled to Empty
The moon’s returning,
and soon I’ll feel its calling,
and howl to the night.
The glass is filled up,
and in a thirstily sup,
the glass is empty.
11-07-23 Long Roads and Moths
The road gets longer,
the further along i go,
and counting my steps.
The moth by the light,
attracted by its beauty,
lost in mystery.
10-07-23 Midnight to Dawn
Midnight approaches,
silently the hours slip by,
as sleep covers me.
The dawn is breaking,
and there’s a real sense of peace,
in that early light.
09-07-23 Thieves and Catchers
I’m a highwayman,
I take your bubles and gems,
leave the written stuff.
I am the marshal,
I catch the thieves, write them up,
periodically.
08-07-23 Garden games
I’m a gardiner,
and flowery words I scribble,
in weedy poems.
I am a poacher,
I take the game and write it,
just like it is shot.
07-07-23 Travels Seen and Heard
I’m a traveller,
and I’ve sailed the seven seas,
and never touched land.
I was a sailor,
and such sea sick words spewed out;
waves of torrid tales.
06-07-23 Battle insect
Invading insects,
the spiders, ants, and the flies,
that like it inside.
It’s a battleground,
where you hear that flapping sound,
of rolled newspaper.
05-07-23 Unrequited love
I am an artist,
I’ll sketch and paint her portrait,
and colour her love.
But, maybe one day,
I’ll see the real her and know,
we weren’t meant to be.