Happiness rides a wave that kisses the shore,
can tease, titillate, promise much more.
It can arrive unexpected,
surprise and bless you,
can caress, enfold, and fully arrest you.
Happiness can appear on a gossamer wing,
can perplex and delight you –
or, full-throated, sing!
It can tickle, take over,
fill you with joy, invade every corner,
be blatant or coy.
If it arrives – don’t send it away
coax and caress it – persuade it to stay.
It can come in all colours,
and manner of shapes,
can be earth-bound,
be spell-bound –
invite it to play.
So sad that those people
who inhabit our land,
who dole out destruction
and don’t understand
that mankind will wither, unless
they harness love, hope and harmony;
Flying Sheep Some things you see are surrealand you can’t quite believe that they’re real…In Rhondda a drama, quite rare,a sheep flying high in the air?! They predicted that soon it would rainbut what befell was clearly insane…A shepherd was … read more
Flamenco She was FlamencoMovement with the muscles of her backHer hips a snake like motion Her arms upheldHer fingers asps with castanets She hypnotisedJust long enoughIn a never ending plaintive cryClap upon clap The black shoe Heel and toe stompBrush … read more
THE BEAUTY OF LAUGHARNE My heart is large: expandedenabling it to feelthe magic that is Dylan’s place:ethereal, unreal. My eyes are large as lark’s eggsenabling them to seethe beauty that is all around,oh blessed creature, me. My ears are opened … read more
AND NOW… by Joy Lennick An ethereal curtains rises, a feathered chorus orchestrates. Enter Spring – her grand debut – veiled by dew-dropped, cob-webbed lace. Crowned with gold forsythia, yellow trumpets show respect. Earth’s treasure-chest is opening, all creatures genuflect. … read more
SPRING IN SPAIN by Janette Davies Daffodils dancing Lambs a’prancing I’d best start preparing To go Ryanairing Primavera en España – MUY BIEN!! Website: https://janettedavieswriter.wixsite.com/website-1 read more
ARBOREAL BRIDES by Joy Lennick A dozen arboreal snow maidens grace our concrete street: like virginal brides – some blushing – confetti at their feet. Shivering in the late Spring breeze, genuflecting in the icy breeze, they bravely bear Mother … read more
MYSTERIOUS MOON by Joy Lennick With powers almost magical – mistress of the sea – you cast your spell on earthbound lovers and stir the blood of space-bound brothers. The heaven’s night Cyclopic eye (sent by the Gods on us … read more
SANTA CLAUS OR WAS HE? by Joy Lennick A dead-ringer for Santa (“The job’s now been done…”) thought on a bit further… “Think I’ll have me some fun!” He ‘phoned Holly Berry: coquettish and pretty, and honed a short poem: … read more
WINTER’S DAY Colourless and still; no breeze brings fragrant passengers our nostrils to seduce. No air-borne warming pad our heads and hearts to warm. No pastel blue to enhance our two orbs view – January And yet… without chill wind’s … read more