Fragrance of Beauty

Love has a fragrance all of its own

Held deep within the heart

It’s not something you smell like a Rose or a lily

But you know it’s there from the very start

Emotions that resemble the colours of a Rainbow

Are emitted from deep within

Bringing an afterglow of inner passion

So warm it could be considered a sin

But fragrances come in many forms

Not just a beautiful aroma

It can be shining through from a wondrous smile

Sometimes treated like a forgotten misnomer

But most of all it’s a magic smell or feeling

That fills the air and heart with rapturous wonder

Leaving an afterglow deep within the soul

Leaving you in a state of perfect harmony to ponder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

But not always in a shape or form

Most often in comes in something you smell of feel

Completely different from the norm

But most of all it comes from the heart

When true love comes to call

That radiance in the face and eyes

A dead giveaway to one and all

 

 

Beauty is the greatest emotion

That can be experienced in such a fragrant way

The light that radiates from deep within

You hope and pray will always stay

Deep down in your soul and held inside your heart

For all eternity

A fragrant emotional reminder

How wonderful life can be

My Heart the Postman and You

 

As I sit at staring at my mobile phone, waiting

For the telephone to ring

I think maybe I will be lucky

A love letter maybe, the Postman will bring

A message from the one I love

As true as true can be

Just remember that special love

Begins with you and me

Always in my thoughts and on my mind

The girl I left so far behind

Whose magic smile just melts my heart

And took my very soul right from the start

I may be so far away

In a hostile land and against the enemy

But will be home again someday

Back to your arms, don’t you see

So as I sit and wait for the daily post

The man who drifts in like a ghost

To bring weekly joy from his mailbag

The daily wait is such a drag

But the perfume on the paper I can smell

Just goes down, so very well

Reminds me what I miss so much

Your kisses and your wonderful touch

Sometimes, when I get down, and my mind wanders

Melancholy thoughts abound

Of times together, that may have past

And why I miss you so, when you are not around

So Mr Postman, do your best

Bring me that special message that I need

From my loved one so far away

Today I hope you can get through, Oh yes, Oh yes indeed

Teddy Bear

 

I am a big fat Teddy Bear

I sit upon the shelf

look down on all the other toys

my owner must have wealth

 

My ears are getting floppy

and my knees are rather worn

my coat is getting thinner

through all the wear and tear I’ve borne

 

Although it’s not surprising

as I’m over eighty years old

my foot feels as if it’s got gout

and I’m sure I’ve caught a cold

 

Now Johnny’s taking me off the shelf

I wonder what we will play today

will it be Cowboys and Indians?

that’s a game he likes to play

 

Sometimes we listen to music

all that pop noise hurts my head

thump, thump. thump all day long

I’m glad to go back to bed

 

 

 

But I like it best when he cuddles me

he’s only eight years old, you know

we fall asleep together a lot

off to the land of nod we go

 

We have many thrilling adventures

always together, don’t you see?

I just think the world of him

and I know he will always be there for me

Old Wooden Head

 

Outside in the garden

Just to the left of the shed

Sits and old sage

With a wooden head

He never moves a muscle

To help to cut the grass

Or do any weeding

Just sits as bold as brass

However, what happens after dark

When we are all in bed

Would make you blush with shame

Just make your face go red

He comes alive at midnight

Around the garden he goes without fail

Upsetting the lovely mermaid

By treading on her tail

As she splashes around in the water fountain

Nude as nude can be

The poor old Gnome sat in the corner

Covers his eyes so he cannot see

But poor old woody just gets excited

And wants to dance as well

But the mermaid has to point out

If he gets wet then his limbs will swell

Then he will rot way and die

Therefore, he just has to stand and stare

With a loving teardrop in his eye

Because he loves the Mermaid

Who is so sweet and fair  

Has done all his life it seems

However, she does not seem to care

If he had his way tomorrow

He would make her his darling wife

But sadly, morning soon comes around

And they go back to their normal life

So as you walk around the garden 

Please don’t let on you know

Because no one would believe you

So it is best to let it go

One Day at a Time

One Heart, one Mind

One Soul, one being, forever knowing forever seeing

Images of love and passion deep within

Worn like a second, clinging skin

Like a Rainbow beaming colours omit

Like the Sky, Sea, Sun and Moon

A mystical glow, an aura of misty hue

Being stirred by an invisible spoon

The Soul carrying feelings deep within

Forever etched in mind and heart

That love that started many moons ago

Such a wonderment, from the very start

Two bodies entwined together as one

Both Hearts and Souls bound by feelings deep

Crimson blood runs through both sets of veins

As more passionate the feelings upon you creep

It soon becomes too late to change

Those inner stirrings long since let loose inside

Now ablaze with love so strong

Hands together clasped in emotion held firmly, forever wanted

A blaze of glory forever long

Now each day passes like a magical spell

A labyrinth of feeling in Heart, Soul and Mind

Like nothing ever felt before

Truly, a Heaven sent earthly kind

 

In The Forest

 

Out in the forest

Not far from home

Is a quite place

Where I like to roam

It’s a pathway to somewhere

As I like to recant

Surrounded by wildlife

Trees and the occasional plant

It winds along gently

Forever and a day

And I sing to myself

As I wend my merry way

Its still only February

Hard to believe

As the Sun shines

And is warm on my sleeve

Its looks just like springtime

With different coloured leaves here and there

The sound of the birds chirping

As they fly through the air

Up in the distance

An old tree stump beckons for me

To sit down for a while

And survey all I can see

It’s such a beautiful day

So good to be alive it seems

So I sit quietly thinking

It’s the place of my dreams

The Cemetery Mole

 

Down in the Churchyard

in amongst the graves so still

is a little problem

and it makes me ill

 

A Mole has made his home

in the family plot

as for our feelings

he does not give a jot

 

Every time I go to tend

the grave with love and care

I am greeted by this mound of earth

so I know that he has been there

 

He digs away to his heart’s content

the mound gets bigger every day

so I am going to have to trap him

try to catch it in some way

 

So I will dig a little hole into his mound

and set a trap for him

a passer by walked over

said what are you up to Jim

 

Trying to catch this little varmint

who is causing me concern?

I have to teach him a lesson

so that he will learn

 

To leave my family plot alone

go somewhere else to dig his tunnels

because all the mounds he leaves behind

looks like a row of funnels

 

So I set my trap, and off I went

home for a good nights rest

satisfied I had done my duty

to catch this little pest

 

As I fell asleep, my mind did dream

this little creature with his pick and shovel hard at work all night

dragging the dirt to the surface in his little cart

so it would be there for me to see at early light

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly there was a clanging sound

as the trap snapped down on his neck hard and fast

trapped, struggling to break free

but soon to breathe his last

 

I awoke with such a start

shouting Oh Lord, what have I done?

I have killed one of Gods tiny creatures

on with clothes and out I run

 

Down to the Cemetery at high speed

till I reached the family plot

I yanked on the trap protruding

to see what I had got

 

To my relief there was nothing there

I must have dreamt it all it seems

my little friend was still alive

not dead, like in my dreams

 

I quietly flattened out his mounds

Thought I can do that every day

It can be a special thing between us

A game that we can play

 

After all what harm was he doing

tunnelling away

my relatives now had company

and that’s how it will have to stay

 

Sea of Dreams

 

As my  thoughts just pass me  by

I sometimes sit and wonder why

My dreams just seem to come and go

From whence they came, where did they go?

So real are they when they arrive

It is as though I have come alive

In a world of make believe

Where it’s hard to conceive

That we are in a different world when we are asleep

In our dreams we travel deep

To a land so far away

When we must awake we would rather stay

Our dreams become so very concise

And we arrive there in such a trice

Sometimes at night it is hard to sleep

We try to imagine and count sheep

So that we can pass through

Into our dream state, a powerful hue

Time ceases to be important as we dream

Nothing will be as it may seem

A picture appears into the mind’s eye

Though we may be in dreamland and it may pass by

When we awake we may or may not remember where we have been

But then paradise is rarely seen

Like the sea it ebbs away

To return another day

Brainwaves search at every corner of our mind

To find the answer, to unwind

The secret that has been lost for eternity

The true meaning of our dreams you see