These are just about stuff...happy stuff....mostly!
Tales Of Mann - NEW
Elemntal - NEW
Taiko Tanka - NEW
My Box Of Memories
My Coffee Shop
Moments
Simple Pleasure
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Tales Of Mann
I lay, I sleep, I dream of falling through time ancient
Through clouds and mist to the sea below
Mann rises and catches me, and I land
On emerald quilted grass
The clouds sigh and the sun kisses me awake
The wide sky stretches to the wet all around
Snaefell holds me and I awake a king of all I see
King of this fair-viewed land
I drift down through Onchan, Niarbyl and past Tynwald Hill
The ache of the ancient speaks to me of magic
The smell of wild garlic, rape seed and salt fresh air
Lulls me, carries me onward
At Port St Mary mackeral swim in haven safe seas
Playing and teasing fat gulls and fishermen
Singing ?Chase me! Catch me, smoke me to a kipper
And eat me for your tea?
Ariel the sprite dances in the tempest at Peel
Ariel the mermaid sings of beautiful Ben-Varry
Ariel the faerie dances, gathering cotton and cakes
For the Little People?s tea
Ariel kisses the princess awake
And once more they?re homeward bound
Magic, myth and faerie tales
I?m no stranger to this land
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Elemental
Wind
The faster
The stronger
All the more better
Snatch my breath
And catch my soul
Rain
The harder
The wetter
All the more better
Clean my thoughts
And wash their toll
Sun
The warmer
The brighter
All the more better
Burn my nightmares
And make me whole
I stand still arms wide
High up and outside
Receiving the elements? gift
Natural high on which I drift
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Taiko Tanka
Drum beat felt inside
The soul of life deep within
Not music, not sound
Essence of my true self felt
Through Taiko all is made whole
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My Box Of Memories
I took down my box of things from the shelf
Where it lays most of the time, untouched
I sort through the things, paper and trinkets
Placed into the box almost by chance
To serve as reminders to me
As years fly by, of the years gone by
Most of the things are what you?d expect
Cards and letters, given and received
Every day reminders of happy every days
Leaflets and tickets of places visited
On sunny summer daytrips
Or happy escapes from rainy days
And other more surprising things
Some who?s real meaning is only known to me
There?s the only tooth shed in my presence
By either daughter, and a lock of hair
From the youngest, taken tenderly
To replace the lack of photos I once had
A plain gold band, this was the first thing
To go in my box and through which I fancy,
All the rest has magically appeared
A receipt for a meal that being all of
Five years old represents my second date
An air-ticket, possibly most treasured of all
That took me away from such dreams
That I never wanted to wake up
As I sort through I touch each one briefly
Some for longer than others and I
Consider the commitment shown to this cause
Beach-combing the flotsam and jetsam
Of a life led changing and searching
For something I know not what any more
That I have to save a happy day
Or a moment of loss
In a box
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My Coffee Shop
If I owned a restaurant, it would serve
Coffee in large bowls with no handles
Like in Europe, and it would serve food, snacks, on solid plates,
Like scrambled egg and salmon or cheese on toast with
The cheese soaked in milk and toasted till golden brown with
A choice of toppings like rosemary or Worcester Sauce or
Prapika, I would also serve crumpets, bagels and
Warm, fresh baked chocolate or blueberry muffins
Eaten with fingers in the embrace of the sofas
The shop would be large, naturally lit,
With huge, embracing sofas and
Large, solid tables and a warm-coolness in the air
You would stay, all day, because it felt like
The home you want when you are twenty-something, not five
And you would read the papers or magazine?s, relax and
Laugh about last night and the friends you saw or
The shops you were going to visit, later
When you could leave the embrace of the sofas
And in the corner, by the window
A man would always sit in a corner at a table
Almost reserved for him, fresh coffee and cigarettes
Laid out on the table like a chess game waiting for
An opponent to sit opposite and ask about the book
He is reading, Tolstoy? Maybe, Faulkes? Probably
But he would always sit, apart, yet drawing people to him to
Sit and talk about their lives, to listen to
Their stories unfold, untold, in the embrace of the sofas
And in that shop, life would unfold
The dramas, the intrigues, the soap operas
Of the everyday, the common place, the done before
And the always-not-learnt, but the coffee and
The toast and the muffins would ease the pain and
The life of the frenetic, the out-paced, the why-me again?s
Would pour out like the coffee, hot, thick, strong, fresh
And whilst he listened the pain of it all would simply
Ease away into the fabric of the embrace of the sofas
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Moments
Some moments you want to last always
And never let them go
Hold them in a time a space
Where everything goes slow
Some moments can never come too soon
And in between?s not real
You wait for them until its time
And all the rest don?t feel
Some moments you just want to pass
And move on to the new
You put up with the pain of them
And hope that they are few
Some moments are just nothing much
Neither this or that
They drift along at their own speed
Not knowing what they?re at
But all the moments in your life
Count for something more
Than most people often realise
Or give them credit for
Live them then, every one
As if they were your last
When they are done you may move on
But those moments they are past
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Simple Pleasure
Today I am taking
Simple pleasure with
All this world has to give
Warm grass, warmer sun, river
Chocolate, book, cigarettes
Hey lady, sitting over there
Can?t help but notice you
Maybe you?ve seen me too?
But the simple pleasure
Is just in the noticing
Lay on my back now
Staring up at the sky
A flock of birds flying by
Burning the sky?s blue
Into my memory
There?s a gentle breeze
And a hint of haze
Gonna spend all mydays
In the simple pleasure
Of what is around me
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BLOG
Its no slog
No flog
My Blog
It?s a dialogue
In monologue
My Blog
I jog
Like a frog
So I Blog
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