See you at the crossroads,
Pray we’re not in the crosshairs
Life’s all a crossword
Our words, the skull and crossbones.

They said he was a crosspatch
But, when we crossed paths,
Hoped to die, with crossed hearts
Forbidden, we’d crossed lines
Etched black on white, a crossfire. 

See you at the crossroads
This time there won’t be crosshairs
Figured out Life’s crosswords
Crossed hearts, skulls and crossbones.




Nights are meant for loving

Beat a tattoo on my drum
I’ll sing, or maybe hum
Fireflies will give us light,
As we dance away the night.

Or maybe you should beat
A tune for the moon
To come out to play
Bathing us in silvery moonbeams
It seems we own the night.

Nights are meant for lovers and loving,
That everybody knows.
So why does the old lady hiss
And turn up her nose
As we lose ourselves in love’s throes?

Let us dance on our tippy toes.
But can you tell where this stream goes?
Is that fire in your eyes
Burning me or keeping me alive?

Souvenirs d’un amour passé

His kiss was like poetry
Spoken in tune with the harp
His fingers strumming sweet chords
On my hair-strings, heartstrings
And in that moment, that instant,
Time froze
As his tongue took mine
Down exotic paths
We discovered new galaxies
His kiss was bliss
And that’s what I really miss.
I miss his kiss.

Il me manque,mais surtout, son baiser.

Daydreaming Again

“I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.”
Out here, up there, going anywhere,
As long as he was not on it.
Your head is up in the clouds, he said
That was the only page of my book, he’d read.
The rest, I’d locked up in a cage,
Lost keys.
Twas for my good or I’d be dead,
Or leashed.
Distant lands, calm seas and quiet villages,
And that dark-haired stranger at the bar in the inn.
Brown eyes, well-worn pages,
Slightly wrinkled at the edges.
Slender fingers ready,
To write volumes on my skin,
Of stories I’d left unwritten.



The first two lines of this poem in quotation marks is a tweet at 12:28 on 02/01/2016 found on @PoemsPorn timeline. Good stuff on there. Please follow. That tweet inspired the rest of the poem.

These Tears…

These tears

You see

It’s not that I’m sad.

Sometimes Under the shower

I try to scrub off your stain

These tears

You see

They’re deep cleansing


The other day I looked

In the old biscuit tin

I saw a happy picture

Dog-eared and fading

These tears

You see

They flow free and fast

I ride on their waves

To a happy place I knew.

To Love Or Be Loyal

I’m in love with him

But I’m loyal to another.

I gave him my word

But, my heart dances to another’s drum.

Do I go

To my heart

Or, to my head?

To have candy

Without the toothache

Can I love, at honor’s cost?

An End Is A Beginning

I wish I could

Go back in time

To when it was sweet, sunshiny spring.

Butterflies colored our days

And fireflies lit up our nights

What then is this wintry wind?

This fog so thick I can’t see a thing

Slipping, falling, I reach out calling

But, you’re not there

Despairing, I fall,

As I lay there I recall

Your words when you said

“I’m for a season in time, you will leave or maybe I.”

Realisation clears the fog

I must put shoulder to the wheel

Round the bend and a little uphill

I see you there, heart racing I run

Because you’re looking at me

Drawing close, my steps fail

You look, but see right through me

My heaving breast breaks the lone tear’s fall

You turn away, to where your new love calls.