Poem of the Week

Get Britain Singing

On the beach ...
Wearing flippers and snorkel mask.
Unsuspecting passers by jump,
As I leap out from under the towel ...
Singing "New York, New York",
Kicking my flippered feet high!

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Poem of the Week - Last Week

Day Dreams

I would sink in to the blue pools of your eyes,
Traverse the waterways I find there,
We would dock at the island of plenty.
I live within you,
Live for you,
Live through you.
We'd spend every night on the beach,
Creating history, being in love and making music.
We would leave the hectic of the past,
To relax and enjoy the future.
Lost in the skies, looking at the stars alive and burning in the night.
Knowing that for some all we see is their last light travelling through millennia,
Dead stars waiting to be reborn just as we were in each others love.

I would melt in to the chocolate depths of your eyes,
Traverse the land I found there,
Forever restless until I found you.
I want to lock you in my embrace, never to loose you again.
I would breathe within you,
Breathe for you,
And breathe through you.
We would sit in the trees swaying in the wind, while we listen to the melodies around us.
As I breathe in the scent of your hair, you invade my senses.
We would be in love, secure yet free.
We would sit at the pool of tranquillity, enjoying each others company in silence.
Counting ripples, a new crest borne as each fade away.

I want to love within you,
Love for you,
And love through you.
You ask why my love?
Simply because I love you.

Poem of the Week - 2 Weeks Ago

The Rhinocerian Reprobate

The rhinocerian reprobate,
Liked to dine on trees and bushes.
The odd fruit would pass his lips,
But never would he eat bulrushes.

The rhinocerian reprobate,
Liked to run and gallop and prance.
He'd bump into trees being half blind,
But didn't half enjoy a good dance.

The rhinocerian reprobate,
Could listen and listen and listen.
He was full of compassion, his heart was gold.
A tear often caught did glisten.

This was a three word prompt given to me by Mum Delamere Tipler. The three words were "the rhinocerian reprobate".