Que Sera Sera…


There is no tomorrow without today,

We live, we breathe, we love,

These are the threads that our lives hang by,

Endless possibilities, invisibly entwined,

Whilst we dream the universe creates,

Our wishes, our intentions, our desires,

Believe in yourself, hold fast your wishes,

And all will be yours.


What Is You?…

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What is you?

I is alive,

Yeah, but what IS you?

I is compassionate,

I is understanding,

I is a melting pot full of desires,

Does that make you alive?

What makes ME is the ability to feel,

To hurt, to cry, to laugh, to love,

That is me.

A White Feather…


Yesterday a white feather graced my feet,

Is it you? I asked,

Today another at my door,

Is it you? I asked again,

And then a butterfly,

It is you I said with certainty,

Thank you for my gifts,

Thank you for letting me know,

I miss you, but I know you’re not far,

Maybe here now as I write this,

A feather, a message, an angel.




Time is fleeting

The illusion of hours, minutes, days and weeks,

Pass us by in our daily drudge of menial tasks,

We spend too long hating, regretting, hurting,


Feast your eyes on the sun embraced in a sea of cornflower blue,

And by night the moon shrouded in a dark velvet cloak,

Punctuated with twinkling stars,

Walk barefoot in luscious green grass,

Sit beneath a tree dream a little,

We all share the same sky the same universe,

In it’s beautiful glorious colours,

We should be kind,

Time is fleeting.



A Morning Stroll…


I went for a morning stroll today,

Wearing sunglasses and flip-flops,

And singing away.

The sun was out the sky was blue,

Lambs were frolicking,

Like they do.

My feet were cooled by the long grass,

Bees flirted with flowers,

As I walked passed.

But then oh no disaster struck,

My flip-flop stuck,

I was stood in sheep’s muck,

It oozed all over my pretty toes,

I bent town to see,

And the smell hit my nose.

With my tissue I rubbed it quick,

But it stuck to my fingers,

Oh how I felt sick.

Help me please I gave a moan,

My walk was ruined,

I just want to go home.

The moral of this poem is:

When you go out in the morning dew,

Keep a weather eye out,

For lots of sheep poo!

European Union…


Are we in or are we out?

Do we really know what it’s all about?

Politicians spin the facts around,

Every day something new is found,

There’s millions spent and then there’s not,

Immigration’s thrown into the melting pot,

People are confused about how to vote,

The treasury tell us it’s about the banknote,

But what of our children, our doctors, and schools?

Of that there’s not mention, do they take us for fools?

The spin has to stop lay all the facts bare,

Stop bickering and point scoring,

And blowing hot air,

We all need to go and vote in June,

We have this chance nobody’s immune,

And then at the end, the count will begin,

The die will be cast either OUT or IN.