Char !

Char ! 

There is nothing so calming as a fresh cup of tea 

It takes me to places I know I'll never see 

An oasis of sorts, of peace and calm 

Where every thing is full of a mellow charm 

Where life is easy, sweet and fair 

I sip some more as I relax back in my chair, 

Those little leaves of tea pick so far away 

Yet calming me day after day, 

Forget champagne and fancy spa's, 

There is nothing as satisfying as a cup of char !

 Char means Tea in English slang learn more about Tea Terminology

Submitted to :Imaginary Garden Openlink

The Ideal Condiment

The Ideal Condiment 

Picture by Manu PomBrol

Upon a shelf in my head 

is a magical store, 

A concept which is light years ahead,

Men who are seasoned, 

For particular reasons ! 

Some spiced with intellect, 

Others bland needing henpecked, 

Some full of charm and wit,

Others just well endowed with all the right bits !

I'd use them to compliment my life, 

Use them only when the situations were right ! 

This would stimulate my funny bone, make me tickle, 

To use a man to complement me, just like a pickle !

Submitted to Magpie Tales where the picture was the prompt 

Baby Blues

I wrote this last year for Alhzeimers  Week for my causes Blog  Poetic Causes  where further  poems on this subject can be found 

Baby Blues 

Picture By Jinksy 

Baby Blues 

I look into those baby blues to see 

I see you but you see me 

in some refracted history 

Times misplaced,displaced ,

Some times erased ,misplaced!

I look into your baby blues, 

I miss the twinkle,

Replaced by well earned wrinkles

That sprinkle your ivory skin,

Somewhere inside you are still within. 

I look into your baby blues to see,

I see you ,how do you see me ?

Your child ? your carer ?

Your memory sharer ?

I search those baby blues 

In my heart,I know deep,deep inside. 

My mother still resides, 

Inside, she cannot hide, 

I know those baby blues !

The Rendezvous

The Rendezvous 

Street art by Hyuro 

Floating on air, 

Cos you'll be waiting there ! 

Life gently moving along, 

To a sweet melody of heavenly birdsong 

Every aspect of my being 

Crisp, fresh, new, as the first time of seeing, 

 My senses alive, reborn , heighten to delight,  

 Birds in my minds eyes constantly soaring 

 Majestically in flight, 

 As my body and soul craves just for you, 

 I dreamily float towards our rendezvous

Accompanied by my sweet birdsong

 To where my heart knows it belongs,  

Getting close,

 Closer to,

 You. 

More street art by  Hyuro at

 

13

13 

Today as I woke I was flooded with dread 

Last night was fine when I went to bed 

It was the twelfth, a Thursday night, 

Now today has dawned and I'm facing it in fright 

I've greeted crowing magpies with cheery smiles,

Manoeuvred around a ladder for almost a mile, 

Threw spilt salt behind me,

Right into my spouses eye, 

Whose constantly whinging,

And is now asking why ?

He's eyes are weeping and his feet are bare ?  

I've hidden his shoes under a chair,

For if he was able, 

To wind me up, he put them on a table 

For he has a self appointed mission, 

To disprove my many superstitions 

I just want to get through today 

Bid the thirteenth goodbye,

 Go away !

More about Popular Superstitions here >>> We Love This Book and Daily Fun For You  

Tickles

TICKLES 

We all need a tickle 

Not just reserved for the very little, 

We all need to roll around, 

Contort like dying fish on the ground, 

Chuckle with gusto out of control,

Let the demons escape out from our souls

So I will deem to prescribe, 

Across the twitterverse and nations wide 

A massive great big tickle !

Just for you, 

Then if your feeling good and full of fun 

Share it around ,Pass it on 

There's nothing fickle 

With a tickle 

It's sent with love and fun 

So spread the love 

It must be done ! 

The Will Of Love

The Will Of Love !

San Francisco Street Art 

Will I go ? 

Or do I stay ?

Did you love me ?

Why did you stray ?

Has our Love died ?

Have we tried ?

Will I go ?

Or do I stay ?

Do I love you ?

Has our love died ? 

A mortal decay? 

Will I go ?

Or will I stay ?

Will our love last ? 

For all our days ?

Will this love die ?

Will we try ?

I would not go, 

My heart still flows, 

My love is alive, 

We shall grow, 

Our love,

Will survive !

 Submitted to JP At The olive Garden whose theme was Doubts,Fears,Inhibitions and Hesitation 

The Parting

The Parting 

Picture by Tracey Grumbach

The time has come to dip your toe 

In the Ocean of life, 

So swim strong,

My love

Just go! 

The time has come for grown up things, 

Of love and strife, 

My love 

The reality that all of life 

Brings! 

  

The time has come to leave the nest, 

Our loving bond, 

My love

Always to remain,

Intact, whole, 

Blessed! 

The time has come

My love, 

To learn to fly, 

Leave the ocean say goodbye, 

Grasp at your dreams 

Reach for the sky! 

  The time has come to say goodbye 

  To innocence of  childhood 

  So soar high, 

  My love 

  Just fly!

  The time has come for you to fly, 

  Go my love ,

  Turn away now, 

  Don't say good bye 

  Allow my tears to flow, 

  Allow me to 

  Cry! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics where Tracey Grumbach Beautiful Photography was used as the prompt ! 

The Gift

The Gift 

You hold the Key to my secret, my gift, 

You unlock the gate to my love, 

Where eternal love springs forth 

New and surprising delights for you to adore, 

Each time you turn the key 

Warm emotions radiate, create 

Love of the unknown, 

Everyday new gems 

Explore! 

You hold the key to our secret, our gift, 

Nurture and cultivate it for evermore, 

Like every natural organic 

It will flourish and grow, 

Each time you turn the key 

Our love will regenerate, create even more, 

Emotions will reach fresh heights, intensify,

 Mature !

We must keep our key safe, complete ,

So our love remains fresh, sweet, 

Our love will forever surprise us, 

This,our secret, our gift 

How our two soul are destined to live ,

Forever,Together, 

Spring will be constant in our hearts, 

Always new ground to uncover, 

New gifts to be found,

 Discovered! 

Love is Our gift  

Paradise Cocoon

Paradise Cocoon 

image: Parke Harrison

Monday dawns the sun forewarns the start of a brand new week 

Tempted to abstain, stay here, remain 

Marooned in my feather cocoon, my brain leaks

Dreams, sweet in my oasis,

Cosy and warm, drinking champagne, 

If only dreams were my life's true status!

I'm forced to peek,take on the week,

Snatch a sleep throughout the five day streak,

Then Friday yawns and Saturday dawns,

I stretch and relax, weekend begins, time to chillax 

Cosy and warm in my cocoon drinking champagne 

Again In my dreams, my paradise, 

Where I reign!  

Submitted to  Magpie Tales where the top Image was used as inspiration