Oh Mother Dear.

Fury rages inside me churning in its molten intensity,
anger felt for the first time in many weeks,
rage takes place where calm and happiness was only
a second before and I slam down my telephone.

Oh sweet Mother dear you have problems but I will not
allow them to infiltrate my peaceful space, if you feel
so let down by your children then why bother with us?
What a disappointment I am to you, oh shame on me that
I try to live my life in accordance with universal law.
Oh naughty me for trying to live in harmony with nature,
for loving and being loved by honourable men, for opening
myself to creativity and the divine muses. For surely the fact
that I have not paid back money borrowed from you cancels
out all positive paths I have walked?
Children by different fathers, walked away from my husband,
will these sins be forever thrown in my face every time you
discover that my brother is on drugs or that my sister has fallen
in love with someone else and left the father of her children?

Always look to the negative mother dear and see that which
I have not achieved rather than that which I have. My growth
in recent weeks has been vast and I hold my head up high for
the person I am. I like myself, nay I love myself not in spite
of my faults and mistakes but because of them. I feel sorry
that you are so blinded to your children’s achievements yet
see so clearly their failings, for the law of attraction is working
for you as it does for all of us. What negativity you are drawing
unto yourself!

My mistakes have been my learning, my sorrow has been my growth.
Oh open your eyes and see that which is so clear. Humanity can
be perceived as a total loss to the universe yet what would we do
If our Angels gave up on us and concentrated only on our faults?
Thank goodness they see the light and love and potential humanity
possesses, thank god that I follow in their footsteps and shall not
make my children feel such failures that you have with yours.
And thank goodness I have one parent who sees with clear eyes
his offspring. Tell me why is it that my father is so very proud
of me, and tells me so, when you are so disappointed?
Oh Mother dear the problem lies not with your children, or
your bank account or your relationship the problem lies
within you. I wish you love and I wish you sight and growth
but I will not be in your presence until you have removed this
negativity from your sphere and return to the loving person that
I know you can be.

Now I sip my flower remedy and return to the centre your phone
call pulled me from. My vibration remains high, I wish you the same
and hope you will one day see the beauty in the world and in people
as I do.

Love spell.

11.11


Leinad I cast unto you my love’s rope,
take hold if you will for it is bound with silver.
A timely pentacle forming a sign of magik,
two black catz sitting on a fence.

Leinad your kiss will heal my wounds
and mine will yours. Into a glass I place
a pinch of salt and chant, with a lock of
your hair, your photo, an incantation of love.

L is for love and it embraces you now
E is for energy, pulsating with magik
I is for Ice, melted around your heart.
N is for Night, when we will make love.
A is for astral, I shall meet you there.
D is for destiny for I am yours.

Buried under a mound of Gaia’s Earth
this verse sits unlighted.
But shall start to live like an entity of it’s own
and take form as soon as you read it.

It is done.

108

Oh Muses Divine.

Polyhymnia talk to me of sacred stones, of that which I cannot touch.
Protect me from vampires and creatures of the night,
For I am your friend and share the geometric with you,
Let me enter the world of mythology and help you slay the dragon.

Would Jehovah approve of the dress you wear today? Would Sai Baba
Comment on the dance you danced for me? Oh draw the Shaman in and
bring him to me, I want to wear his skins and bones.

Polyhymnia can you make me a High Priestess? Can you bless me with your hymns?
Or should I dance with your sister Terpsichore The Whirler or try to understand
The cosmology taught by your celestial sister Urania?

Oh muses divine give me your gifts so that I may open my eyes and see for once
The miracle that is living on Earth.

Erato the Lovely.

Oh woe is me,
touched by Erato the lovely,
sweet Cupid by her side
sitting forlornly without a bow.

Would I sing a morbid song
or that of a nightingale?
I cannot escape from the chains of love
that bind me to the earth.
An anchor of longing holds me
whilst pleasure denied tries to
surface even whilst he is not there.
Erato why would he, whom I desire
decide on celibacy enforcing my chastity?

For I cannot take another lover
my commitment to him was enshrouded in gold
with diamonds for edging, upheld by Venus herself.
Oh sweet Erato don’t leave, I need you now.
Energy with no-where to go is frustration incarnate
and with you, leading my reins, guiding my wings
I can always release that which I wish I could share with him.

Stand by Cupid’s side, your love’s inspiration and let him see
the passion that bubbles inside me, screaming for release.
What pleasure he would gain if he were to step inside
and share mine, oh lead him out of his monks clothing,
bring him back into himself, awaken him from his slumber.

Until that time when he should find himself, wanting and
aroused then I dance with you, together we shall weave our
tapestries of love until the Lord deems otherwise.

My assumptions.

An elfin girl by the name of Jean,
in her tight purple bodice with little wings
was one of my earliest to be born of
assumptions, subject matter, theme.

Then came a mad accountant
living in a tree, then came the red-haired
Irish beauty who sacrificed her own life
so her brother could live.

Cyber-shamans long ago resurfacing their
wisdom and ways on the world-wide-web.
A visit from an angel of creativity remembering
the day I saw the greasy film
with acting, singing, dancing idol,
my first sexual thoughts in this life.

An ode to a play my boyfriend was in
all about a chicken. A humorous look
at a young girl who threw a party in her home
while her father was away, boy was she in trouble!

Daniel desperately trying to get away
from flirting colleagues, both in relationships
then a long tale of a desire for commitment.
A tribute to the writings of restless dreaming and
yet more commitment issues in a desire for marriage ditty.

My darling granddaughter was then born
and her beauty lit up this corner of the world
for all who cross her path are touched
by her energy and light and her smiles.

Writing of writing and sex with a vampire
along comes a tramp of filth and stir.
Don’t walk on by the beggar you bugger!
A farting, parping, trumping scene
followed by a pip and a squeak.

A girl of nature emerged from her watery
resting place and stars burned in a sky of lust.
A three year love ended and changed, metamorphosis
took place and ascension to the divine on earth began.

He left my physical home, he left my astral space
yet fairies, angels and spirits stepped in to converse,
teach, guide, warn and lead with bliss.
So I let go with healing and love and witnessed
the vision I promised I wouldn’t write about.

Cleansing took place and acceptance followed,
yet spirit still showed me my glowing quantum
future and I called to me my twin flame and each
of his beloved cats. The secret showed the abundance
that life has to offer and a kangaroo danced for my brother.

Shoes in a charity shop and a jumping monkey,
precluded the blade and chalice.
I fell in love all over again with he whom I already
loved and a mermaid held a trident for him.

My dearest cat who passed away entered my thoughts
yet again I thought of my love and decided I could
never give up on him, on us.
My sister took a lover and I reached out to mine,
another ginger cat entered the frame.

Sexuality took over and I dreamt of love’s kiss,
no disrespect to the kettle.
Dissected an astrology paper and danced until drunk.
An ode to Andrew with the tiger of fun.


This month we lost Angel, a black witches cat
and the six, six, six entered our cosmic calendars.
I talked in clichés and communed with crystals,
rode a red bicycle and said goodbye to a friend.

I played with a hedgehog and went insane when
a snake slithered onto my lap.
I went to the fair, my brother was there
and the little boys went to school.

I dreamt I made love on a blanket of gold
with cosmic stardust on a rainbow.
My daughter became a woman and her beauty shone
when England played in the world cup.

The snake ate its tail as we went back to the beginning,
I could talk no longer.
Feverish dreams with the early morning light
I climbed Hengistbury mountain during a birthday celebration.


Ghostly images surrounded someone until he
threw away his mobile phone.
The summer solstice beckoned, what a lovely day,
The sweet mix of love and frustration.

A manifestation of feathers occurred and a cup
of sheep’s urine consumed. A wedding dress was
thrown away as I acknowledged your handsomeness
in the summer breeze.

I laughed by an empty glass cabinet and thought of
my love at the end of the day. Twice.
I sat on a circle and tried to remove a lux, but could not.

A male vision encircled me and I touched the petals of
a flower. A Mars, Venus unity completed my poetry.
Forever the muse goes on with assumptions, ideas,
revelations. Quantum realities unfold and doors open.
I am left with the essence of Goddess divinity
on a pillow entwined with pearls of wisdom.
Fairies dance around toadstools and still I see you.
‘It’s always there, feel privileged.’

I want to write poems.

I want to write poems which show my inner thoughts;
I want to write poems which convey my worldly philosophies;
I want to write poems which stimulate both myself and my readers;
I want to write poems which baffle and confuse, delight and touch;
I want to write poems about love found, love lost, love reunited;
I want to write poems about the astral realm and the underworld;
I want to write poems about the bigger picture, the grand plan;
I want to write poems about nutrition, health and fighting cancer;
I want to write poems about God, Jesus and the Virgin Mary;
I want to write poems about modern women and historical men;
I want to write poems about magic, religion, science and Wicca;
I want to write poems about the secret and the law of attraction;
I want to write poems about fantasy, fun, fiction, fruit and flying;
I want to write poems about my heart and soul and their yearnings;
I want to write poems about desire, lust and passionate sex;
I want to write poems about manifestation and my blue feather;
I want to write poems about the man I love and my adventures with him;
I want to write poems about my life, my emotions, my beliefs, my needs;
I want to write poems about my family, my friends, my children, my pets;
I want to write poems about my beautiful baby granddaughter;
I want to write poems about places I’ve been and dreams I’ve dreamt;
I want to write poems about what I want to write poems about;
Quite simply, I want to write poems.

Daughter of Venus.

I sit with the chanting women I teach,
the ‘Miss Jean Brodie’ of the metaphysical
calling their power back to themselves,
teaching the younger women that which I know.

I sit cross legged on my coloured straw mat,
tell of wisdom, power and sexuality.
The moon workshop centres on the multiple womb
and our hearts beat as one, in unison with the goddess.

He comes home, my husband and enters our world.
Away on business for a week, looking to find comfort
in the arms of me, his wife. Surprised to see multiple women
in the quiet of his home. I’m aware of how threatening our
Female unity is to him. Aware of how distracting his masculinity
is to my students and with a soft voice I tell him I’m taking
my workshop.

Distracted now as the balanced teacher, knowing my hungry
husband waits for his appetite to be fulfilled.
I hurry through the meditation, a few of the women’s smiles
show me they know the wicked thoughts in my mind.

‘Enjoy yourself’ says Charlene with a wink, ‘now he is home eh?’
I try to keep a modest pose yet how can I, as a spiritual, sexual counsellor
pretend I am immune to the presence of my husband in our marital bed?
One by one they leave, thankful for the new found peace and power
within their womanly grasp.

The last woman leaves and with excitement building in my chest,
with the whizzing- whirring- twirl of my solar plexus, I turn,
to climb the Jacobean staircase and greet my husband from his trip.
I jump, startled, as he stands halfway down the stairs, tanned arm
casually leaning on the balustrade.

I take a deep breath and wonder, after so many years of marriage
how he can still affect me like this? He smiles and pulls me into
his arms for the longest kiss. Once again, as always, I lose myself,
lose my senses as my hands instinctively move to touch, of their
own free will, his long dark hair.

I say my silent prayer to the goddess of love for this oh very, very,
very male man in my arms. I am so much more aware of my own
femininity when surrounded by him and my entire body tingles with
anticipation of the cosmic dance that is to come.
He leads me up the stairs to our chamber and I give thanks to
Venus that I am her daughter.

If not a flower.

What am I if not a flower?
A petal without a stem, a sugar cane candy without its stick.
What am I if not a summer breeze, biding my time till the thunderstorm strikes?
Who am I if I cannot make sense of myself without your joining?
You move around me in your darkness, the wood to my leaf,
the shell, the outer covering.
You move me to shifts so I lie in place with the sweetest fruits,
A strawberry festoon of delights and I only take these pleasures on a Sunday.
So my dance for the Sabbath remains a mystery.
You will never unlock the oak doors around me for you do not have the key.
I have given it to another of my own free will.
Oh tempting male that you are begone I will find the blade myself,
within myself.
What am I if not a flower?

Circles.

I sit on the circle of love that surrounds you
In the centre you stand, I look at you.
I have been here for a long time
and you are aware of my presence.

I ask the winged one, guardian of the circles,
What am I to him? He knows I sit here.
More than a friend but not quite a girlfriend.
There is no category to place you in, you are
In a category of your own and have no label.
This is good for you. Labels can be restrictive.

So, in a category of my own I sit, in a familiar place.
Home for an infinite moment in time.
Three earth years and two months and counting.
This is my place and I let go of my need for labels.

The circle behind me vibrates quicker than this and
Is ever moving in its fickleness. That of infatuation,
a place I moved beyond within the blink of an eye.
I look and see another girl sitting here.

What is she doing on your circle?
I have not noticed another woman here before.
I have jealously guarded these circles around you
I am the only woman who should be here.

I try to stand, to move towards her, to push her off.
But dizziness claims me and I know I cannot leave here,
I cannot get to her for although I see her she is in another realm.
Existing in her own world, unaware even of the circle she sits in.

You cannot remove her. Any female may take this place for
It is of their own choosing to do so. She is here of her own free will.
She is no threat to you and is here for a reason. Let it go and share
this space for she is not where you are. Do you hear me, she is no
threat to you. She sits in her own reality, you are invisible to her.

But is she a threat to him? I cry, is he even aware of her presence?
She is there for a reason and is not a threat but a challenge.
Do not be worried for your love, tend to your own circle now.
So I centre myself and look to the circles around me.

I see you, standing not sitting, walking, moving, turning your
back on me, turning to face me, walking away along winding
paths connected to my circle and returning at will. Where once
there were locked gates from which I had stolen the key, now there
are hedges with flowers and I see you walk freely amongst
the wildlife along the paths, surprised but pleased at the place
you now find yourself in.
Where are the gates?
Where are the locks?

You were blocking access to his paths of learning with your
gates and locks, seeing his need for freedom as a threat
when really it is your greatest ally. Look how firmly
he stands on your circle now he knows he can come and
go as he pleases, see how quickly the flowers grow for
the seed is no longer strangled on dry ground but is tended
with love and understanding and spiritual waters.
You knew these truths in your head but did not have the faith
and trust, in us, your guardians to put them into practice.

Now step forward in reality in the human realm and embrace
the new found freedom you have given him and thus yourself.
Love grows colourful, like a rainbow when boundaries are lifted.
Love can breathe when restrictions are no more. Love can dance
and play and laugh in the garden of fun when access outside the
circle is no longer blocked. You have chosen to remain on his circle
permanently but he needs access to other pathways and will always
return to yours if you have trust.

This is new, this is strange, this is different but good. I embrace this
change and smile as I watch you walk yet another path. In amazement
I see my love circle shift and blend and extend and move with you,
rippling under your feet like the living entity it is. I know with
certainty now that you will come back as long as I never try to
lock you in again. The love circle is not your prison but is your home.

Love's Kiss.

Closing my eyes at night I call to mind
your image, clear before me I see your
face. Your kind eyes darkened with desire,
your soft lips touch mine. I know this
is but a vision and not real but my
imagination wanders to perfection. The
touch of your hand, I know, is really my
own, exploring the places yours
once did. Oh pretence is sweet and
the mind distinguishes not between
fantasy and reality. I am taken to heights
alone yet in my dreams I walk with you.
Only when I open my eyes does realisation
finally dawn and love’s kiss becomes a wish.

Glass room.

The blank canvas could be an artist’s
gallery or a tearoom serving cream teas
and toffee cake or a taxidermists dream
with stuffed animals galore. Birds with
blue feathers or pigs and sheep in grass
laden baskets. It could be a doorway to
another realm, a place where I made my
love known to you through laughter.
No tears will fall from my eyes when
I think of the day in that room, only
glad memories fill my heart and
you looked so lovely by that glass
I’m thankful you didn’t touch me for
as sure as the sun sets I would have fainted.

Promise.

I love to watch expressions upon your face
But you only crave more and more space
Is there in your life for me a place?
I promise I shall behave with humility and grace.

Picnic.

Car converted
into a cosy bed, ready for a picnic
by keys of light.

Eye candy.

You stand with hair brushed back by wind.
Oh you are a divine find.

Wedding Dress.

Come now white net time to purify
thy memories, and hold on high thy look.
For you were once used and only once
In a ritual never understood by your wearer.

She walked in her nineteenth year to the
heavenly alter of wedded bliss, her man
but a child himself as she carried a child
within her teenage womb.

You in your resplendent splendour did nothing
to warn her, of the travesty she committed
before the Lord that day.
You shone in all eyes.

Cameras flashed only because of you as
she took his hand and wore his ring.
Her true twin-soul only eight years old
riding his bike and doing homework.

She took her vows and you did nothing
you didn’t care, since been made to stand
amongst the sandy lofts of time growing
yellow with age until amateur dramatics day.

A murder dinner you shone again in a different light,
too small but covered with a net once hanging at
a window pane. Twice you lived your day this way
until he, her true husband, claimed her for his own.

Into a black bin liner did you go, shoved into
darkness like a thief chained until the
charity collectors came to take you to a new life.
Your time with her has ended now.

Perhaps you stand proud again walking the aisle
of love, leading yet another lamb to her slaughter?
Carrying a daughter? or maybe this time will you be
Instrumental in true love divine?

Goodbye white tulle your death was timely
rebirthed in a Sussex town. Should I ever find
myself walking the walk of commitment I cannot
come for you but will find a more fitting garment.

Shivambu

my purse is full because i've got money
i'll spend it later on a cup of tea
and dance with gods swinging happily
merrily playing with a persian cat.

i'll sing for you if i can eat but two
and see where blackstrap molasses might take me
although if you drink your urine up today
you'll not suffer any more with ill.

swig a gig and jog a log for free
snap off a twig and eat a bush or two
and breathe the scent a nostrel once a piece
forever meant to dance the winging fleece.

Manifestation

Illusions manifested a feather of blue
It’s hard to believe it but it’s true
Student if you only knew
The next blue feather is coming to you

When the student is ready the master will come
Hurrying to the beat of the cosmic drum
You might think it may not work for some
Ignorance of the masses leaves me quite numb.

The red feather came and you let go
All the time, little did you know
That the blue feather was yet to show
You’ve begun a journey so off you go.

Start off small on the road to love
Manifest that which fits like a glove
Twin souls unite with the sign of a dove
A lover’s kiss sent from above

Untouchable stones.

Caffeine rich coffee keeps me awake
driving with the untouchable one
like sacred stones in a preserved henge
boundaries surrounding both.





The Cathedral spire towers above us
laughter shared on consecrated ground
raining pine needles cleanse lustful thoughts
healed by the graveyard tree sprite.

In my flowing red robes I kneel
In prayer where many have before me
light a candle by the chapel
of Michael, ascended Archangel.

Sandals walk on stone resting places
eyes follow your glorious form
yet quickly shift towards stained glass windows
lest you should catch my stolen glance.

Artefacts of interest sit behind locks
Jokes of empty spaces in unfilled cupboards
Giggles escape in childlike glee
So near and yet so far.

Sacred stones stand erect and majestic
Merlin shakes our hand
I close my eyes and bask in desire
my knee gently rests against yours.

Strawberry picnic on a travelling bed
blue feather manifested
from the cosmic catalogue
the sweet torture goes on.

Open ending to a love story
left hanging in disappointed wonder
all control gone now as tiredness claims emotion
and I reach out and touch the forbidden stone.

Unexplained.

A misty image of a man
Shrouded in clouds of cosmic dust
Two faces
One real, one metaphysical.

Golden flecks of non materialism
On a shirt that is in reality black
Dark eyed suspicions on his furrowed brow
Compulsive obsessions resurface.

Wallpaper red splashes mingle
With the photographic images
Of a ghostly aura around him
One alien face shows his bright white teeth.

Change your sight and look closer
At the transfiguration of this human male
A pink blade forms around the centre
Finally his guardian makes his presence known.

Happy birthday

Happy birthday to my dearest friend,
Have a really lovely day.
I wish you fun and laughter
Synchronicity all the way.

Let yourself be guided
By that inner voice of wisdom
And follow your intuition
Close to the universal kingdom.

My heart and soul are with you
In everything you do
So may your solar return be special
From your friend who will always love you.

Cupid's Kiss

The flower opens to the bee
Offering her nectar so he can taste
The sweet divinity of her core
A river of honey flows forth.

Petals flutter with the morning dew
Sunshine shows the birth of a new day
Venus smiles at cupid’s kiss
Just a tiny peek of the things to come.

Silence

Chatter, chatter, chatter to all and sundry,
Talk if you must, if it helps.
Listen to the well meaning advice,
Some good, some not so good.

Now you have arrived at a place,
You can no longer talk about.
For friendship, relationship analysing
Takes itself to a new height.

Only your own divine connection
Is where to turn for the gossip of choice
and the muse flows freely from the quill.
‘Things are great,’ is all one can say now.

Full circle

And so the reconstruction begins
And we return
To ‘in the beginning when it was good’
As energies abound, rebirth sits in its new form.

The dual body prepares for its confinement
As the pregnancy is noticeable now.
With the swelling of the womb of love
Comes recognition from the High Priestess
Of who she is and why she is here.

Connection to her higher self is closer than ever before
As her human mirror works his magic.
The duality forwards and upwards is sweet in its equilibrium
One shape, a square is formed.

A triangle waits to be set alight
It sits there in its virtuous patience
Feng shui the living space
Then watch the manifestation we have created.

The male solar return occurs in its thirtieth year
And that which began at Easter comes full circle
To reunite those that work for universal force
The angels of light begin their divine penetration.

The snake came to visit
Bringing its symbolic message
Now it turns, forms an ouroboros
And eats its own tail.

Come on Eng-a-land.

Where are you watching the world cup?
At home on your own TV?
Or will you go down to pub for the day?
You can come with us if you want.

Are you ‘avin a laugh?
Me? The world cup?
I can think of a hundred things I’d rather be doing
On a sunny Saturday afternoon.

Well I must say I’m most surprised.
The whole world will be watching the game,
You must be one of one
who won’t be watching England play.

Don’t be silly, I’m one of hundreds
surely you must see that?
There are so many people out there
who do not embrace footie in their life.

Many believe it creates violence
And is a means to control the masses
For while you are all watching a bit of sport
the illuminati is planning its new world order.

Identity cards made compulsory
Followed by the microchipping of the population
World war three looms as a threat
And none of you can see.

For you are too busy screaming
Each time Beckham scores a goal
Drowning your sorrows when they lose
Vandalise a wall or two.

I’m sorry but I have to disagree
I find you most unpatriotic
It’s not all about a football game
It’s a time we can unite as one nation.

They all take the piss out of England
With their fanatic religions and ways
For once we can stick two fingers up at them
And shout COME ON ENG-A-LAND!

Why do the Irish celebrate St Patrick's day?
When we have nothing to celebrate on St George's day?
All those idiots whinging about us flying our flag,
We are being taken over, that is my view.

I don’t see the world as segregated.
One country against the other
I am part of the whole, at one with humanity
And competitiveness is too much like war to me.

Pit man against man in order,
To bring about his destruction.
Let’s start with a game, then do it for real,
It’s all in the book of revelations.

You’re bloody bananas you are
I don’t know anyone else like you
England is your heritage, you should be ashamed
To not cheer on your team.

My team is the spiritual realm
Having an experience of humanity
Sorry but football just ain’t my bag,
We’ll have to agree to differ.

Can you fit anymore flags outside your house?
Surely there is room for more?
Ok you can’t see the windows or walls
But so what, red crosses galore.

Thankyou anyway for your thoughts on this
Let’s not fall out over football
Let me turn our conversation into something more positive
a poem perhaps?

I’ll send it to you when I’ve written it
And maybe you can see my perspective
But I do like your England flag rug
And the cushions to match how cute.

Are you wearing England flag knickers too?
Is your bra a red and white flag?
No I did look couldn’t find any
Surely you’ll watch the final though?

Well maybe, we’ll see what I’m doing.
I doubt it very much.
I have to be honest it bores me to tears
I’d rather watch the grass grow.

But carry on if it makes you happy
Sitting in a crowded pub
Catch on to the energy and scream like a banshee
When that ball gets kicked into the net.

It’s nice to go out during match time
Because there’s nobody there
The shops are empty, the streets deserted
Everyone is watching the game.

Sorry I’m just not into it
And I really don’t care who wins
But I suppose I ought to say England
Or I might lose all my friends!

Holy Rose.

Oh how beautiful you are
A sign of the woman to come
Still a child yet showing
the femininity of the form you took,
In this life.

Daughter of mine you are blessed
A vision to beyold at just fifteen
What a jewel I bought forth from my womb
What a princess you are.

Your long hair, your bright eyes,
exuding an intangible quality.
Your female shape evident
how you will draw the men in.

Do not lose the grace in this picture
that you posses in abundance
stay centred and within your equilibrium
and you will embrace the goddess that you are.

It’s hard to believe you were once my baby
cradled in my arms, a helpless new born bundle
to witness now that which you have become
such a beautiful Angel.
Everyone see! Behold my daughter,
my own sweet child.
Shine on my darling with your vibrant energy
and know I am proud to be your Mother.

Sweet dreams.

Oh Master why do you visit me in my dreams?
You say you think you are leading me on,
that I have made my interest in you quite clear.
So I retreat to the space of friend
and truly let go of my wish for more.

Yet my subconscious will not allow it
your flight through the other realms is given passage
your sweet dream visit leaves me breathless, wanting
lying in a pool of unsatisfied need.





I can still feel your lips on mine
your touch on my skin as real as it once was
your burning desire matching mine
I close my eyes and try to return
but the moment has passed and day has begun.

So in the hours of wakefulness I stay in friend’s place
locking all hopes of more in a silver box in my mind
only in my dreams I know you have the key
I smile and say oh sweet dream you are most welcome
return when you will I shall not push you away.
I can not.

You shall never know when you see me
of the secret passion we shared last night
of the love we made in the astral world
where wings of time fly in all directions
and don’t think reading these words gives you insight
for this, my dear, is merely poetry.

Boys at school.

Children in the class listen good
It’s geography lesson today
America, New Zealand and Jupiter’s great moon
Are the topics to study away.

Young Andrew are you doing ok?
Why are you painting Mona Lisa?
And what are you scoffing under the table?
Good god it’s pepperoni pizza.

Daniel you should be good at this.
I think you are certainly the man.
Last week you scored top of the class
With your essay on Jovi-Floyd-Dan.

Liam I think you could do better
And sit on a chair not rugs.
Can you please throw away the chewing gum
And may I check your pockets for drugs?

Jim please don’t bring that dog to class
Stand straight and pull up your socks.
Sit still will you child?
And stop kicking that bloody box.

Brian I think you are in the wrong class
It’s quantum science that’s on next door
Geography really isn’t your thing
I know you find it a chore.

I’m sure you’ll settle better during PE
It’s tennis today I know you love that
And Liam can help you with music
Try not to sound like a strangled cat.

Daniel will enjoy Drama
If he can stop stuffing his face
Put down the pizza and Kentucky fried
You are dropping McDonalds all over the place.

Nutjob can you concentrate?
Massive as you surely are
That doesn’t mean you can disrupt everyone
Liam! You are covered in tar.

Have you been smoking fags again?
Dipping your hand into the bottle of coke?
Honestly I know you want to get high
It’s against school rules to smoke.

Jim stop eyeing up all the girls
Isn’t two enough?
And here we are talking of a chalice of gold
Not a cup made of fluff.

Daniel can you please pay attention?
Take that hood down off your head.
Goodness me was that another yawn?
Looks like you are ready for bed.

Really boys you are all a disgrace
Those exams you’ll never pass.
All you want to do is laze away the day
Just happy sitting on your arse.

Well life isn’t like that children
I speak the truth you know.
Whatever do you think you will do?
When into adults you do grow?

Well I wash my hands of the worry
It’s like walking the holy mile.
But all of you are rather sweet
And occasionally you make me smile.

I’ll ring the bell,
We’ll call it a day,
Off you all go,
Out to play.

From now on,
There is a new rule,
Playtime for all of you,
And no more school.

Merry-go-round

I went with my friend to the fair
And stared at the merry-go-round
She chose to ride on the maflamettie-do
And I sat on top of the prankie.

Then the bull fly toppled on to one side
And the shindig started to fluster
His wife ran off to her sister’s house
And left him with his daughter and the dog.

He still went out with his love for the day
And when wifey got back she was as mad as a parrot on a kettle
She ranted and raved and screamed and shouted
She threw things about but he didn’t care

She didn’t move him an inch with her flusterings
And threw his clothes out the window
And the merry-go-round went faster and faster
Ranting insanely about an unbalanced male

It’s an impossible mission of the third kind
An omen for sure
A code to be unravelled
Like a modern Da Vinci wannabee

My friend Gigi jumped on the gee gee
And giggled like a hyena on heat
A golden egg got laid by a goose
And my sister was sick in a bowl.

It’s all going on at the festival fair
Linked by white sailing boats
A glass of coke and a candy cane
Washed down in ecstasy

The merry-go-round whirled faster with speed
Here’s mud-in-your-eye you dope
And I rolled on the grass with a kangaroo
Jacked up the car and was off.

Snake on my doorstep

I arrive home,
I put my baby granddaughter down on the doorstep in her baby seat
as I fumble for my key
I put the key in the lock
open the door
turn to pick up the baby
and I see something move in the corner of my eye.
Tingles of horror run through my body
Oh God there is a snake on my doorstep.

I get the children inside the house
and quickly shut the door.
The cliché 'blood runs cold' seems appropriate here
as the horror remains with me.

Was that my imagination?
Or is there a snake on my doorstep?
I open the door to take another look,
Oh yes it's a snake alright.

Long and pink with a black stripe down its back.
What is it doing here?
What if one of the cats gets it and brings it indoors?
What if it is poisonous and bites one of the cats?

I feel helpless,
I start to cry.
There is no-one here to help
and I don't know what to do.

No good asking my stepfather
he is more terrified of snakes than I am.
Maybe it is dead.
I take another look and more flushes of fear run through my body.

It is curled around my stone frog.
I quickly move the frog and jump back startled
as its slithering, wriggling movement shows me
how very much alive it is.

It is only a matter of time before
one of my five nosy cats
finds it's wriggling,
irresistible.

What am I to do?
I could deal with a worm, a bee or a fly
an injured bird,
even a mouse.
But a snake?

Oh dear a snake on my doorstep
a real snake.
Where did it come from?
Is it after the frogs from the nearby pond?
Did it think my ornamental frogs were real?

Oh why is it here?
My garden is no Eden
there are no tempting apples on my tree.
Oh pink skinned snake, pretty coloured you may be
you fill me with dread
please go away.

I'm no Daniel today
and will not walk into the Lions den.
Confident I am in all walks of life
but a snake on my doorstep
turns me into a quivering wreck.

What does this creature represent
is it a sign from above?
Or a messenger from the devil to warn me of impending doom?
It signifies knowledge, power and sexuality.
The rising of the kundalini.
It signifies I'm scared as hell!!

Help!
Someone!
Anyone!
Save me!

My cries go unanswered
heard only by me.
I realise,
I must fend for myself in this jungle of life
and protect my young from this intruder.

So.....
I do nothing.
Sometimes the wisest act is to do nothing
and this time that is what I do.

I hope and prey that the reptilian invader
will go and find another doorstep to sun himself on
and when I next open my front door
he will no longer be there.

Chicken Chicken Chicken

Dancing on the roof like a three legged duck,
I find myself gazing at stars,
So far away, just my luck,
Perhaps I’ll just visit mars.

And my love ran away to another new life,
My love ran away and left me.
I was waiting at the edge of the fence around the moon
When she jumped over the dish and the spoon.

I love our cat he’s a big fat moggy,
Keeps leaving baby birds at the foot of the stairs
The other day she was playing with a cute little froggy
But we rescued him and sent him back to the pond

And my love didn’t like her new life of free
My love decided she missed me
So I let down my hair and she climbed on up
And rescued me from singleton tower

I gave her my new blue rucksack
In it were sandwiches and fruit
She turned me around and gave me a smack
Because she wanted my loot

This rhyme is nuts but I don’t care
That’s how I feel today
Don’t walk into the dragon’s lair
Or your wig could turn quite grey.

Abstraction

It feels crunchy and soft,
Light, yet my fingers mould into its touch.
It’s furry, squishy and squashy
Fingers poke into it like toy jelly.






Smells weird and catlike,
Musty, smusty, old cellars.
Waterlogged rain on an undried cloth
Yet the stench is not unpleasant.

As silent as the night without a bird
As a house without a playstation or a plasma screen
Surround sound speakers non exist
Nothing but a shell of the sea waves.

Sticking out my tongue for a taste of the unknown
A kiss of fabric I purse my lips
And frown at the foreign body,
The texture on my tastebuds alien to me.

Sweet little inanimate you are a friend indeed
A sign of things to come
And in this hermetic painting I seal you
So you can manifest for me that which you represent.

Squash.
Onto the floor you go with a quiet thud.
Willow jumps after you and sticks her nose into your fabric flesh.
And I know that my will is done.
So mote it be.

Loved by a madman.

The crazy corner in my mind,
Is clouded and grey.
As you stalk in and stake your claim.
Get out! I scream, you have no place here.

But once I let you in and you drove me insane.
Leave my space,
madness is a reality I cannot embrace.
You are sounding crazier and crazier my dear.

Your analysis of me is hardly based in reality,
clouds of confusion emanate from your overtaxed brain.
For god’s sake man take a break,
have a laugh.

Take the dog for a walk,
milk the goat,
feed the cat.
Sit and dream of your future in a blue poppied field of fancy.

My blue feather will be here soon,
not long now.
The excitement builds in my chest and my equilibrium is steadfast.
Do not worry about my health.

Do not cast a vision onto those pre-cancerous cells
they are long gone and no more.
My health is good, I love my life,
your worries are unfounded.

The only person causing me loss of balance was you
and this is why I needed to say goodbye to our friendship.
You can desire me as much as you please
but I wish you wouldn’t.

Take a step back from your feelings
find another feminine female
I am not the only one you know
and let me spring back into my spiral.

I have found myself
and am free of all past lovers
the residue you each left inside my womb
Is cleansed and gone

There is nothing left from any of you
except one.
His is the only male energy I shall retain.
He who burned his name in blood on my flesh.

Do not try to enter my psychic fields.
Do not use magic to draw me in.
Do not think of me.
I am your past, move forward now.

I have found my niche in life.
To be balanced and whole is all I crave.
And he, my heart, has no bad vibes.
Your imagination mingles with your clairvoyance

Nonsense has been spoken from your mathematical lips.
Madness will not be seeded again.
I remove myself from your space.
Let me go, I belong to another.

Your grey matter is vast, lit up by lightning,
and your wisdom surpasses most.
I’m not for you, I’m an ordinary girl.
A mother, an actress a poet maybe,
but just an ordinary girl.

I watch TV like everyone else,
shop in supermarkets and pay my bills.
Yes I visit planets and stars and fly spaceships when I can,
but I’m still just boring old me.

And I’m in love with a man who is the greatest male
Who ever lived to me.
So leave me be, don’t worry for me,
I’m happy, honest I am.

My spiritual confidante is a woman now,
And I take her wisdom greatly.
My guides talk sense and I listen to them,
even whilst I make the coffee.

So crazy young man grow old with grace,
you are destined for greatness I know.
But I’m no longer your female, don’t look at me that way.
My love was right.

Madness, insanity, bordering genius,
concepts swirl in your head anew,
I cannot keep up, you freak me out.
Basically you do my head in.

I know you don’t mean to,
It isn’t your fault.
You did nothing wrong,
I still honour you.
But you are as mad as a giraffe with a fish on his foot,
As crazy as a cock on a rock.
And if there’s one thing in my life I do not need,
It’s to be loved by a madman.

My Red Bicycle

They are back together
Reunited in love and faith
what joy!
What bliss!
What conformation of the things she saw in the quantum mirror.

Did she ever doubt it would be so?
Maybe for a nano second
a fleeting moment in time
so small it was barely homeopathic.

And now she can twirl her dotted pink skirts
and show her ankles to the desperate crowd
those prisoners of war haven't seen a woman's feet for seventeen and a half years
and now she dances bold in front of them all.

Painted black nails twiddle as her hands manifest magic
newly painted curls atop her head
her crowning glory
and he smiles wistfully and acknowledges all is as it should be.

She knew it would be so
after the long crawl haul
when the cat spoke to her at midnight
and the clouds tried to reprint the rainbow.

So now she is in a place of truth
and her vibration has been raised to the highest frequency
the secret works she knew it would
if she could smile, she would, as he kisses her full on the lips.

Amethyst

Hard, disjointed jelly lump
Magical rock of mellow mind
In meditation I hold thee
Under water you are purified.

Your spikes tell a story
Purple hedgehog asleep
Would that I could wake you
I am the Shamrock to your Hilton.

Cold to the touch
But your heart is warm
The festering green mould is never seen
As your weightiness transcends it.

Would that I could eat you
Turkish delight
Sun-dried grape
I can taste your sweetness.

A sandwich of granite
Mineral of bliss
Would that I could own you
And take your free spirit into my home.

Flat raisin
Crunchy crisp
You scratch the surface
And your cuts heal my wounds.

Cliche Clash

It isn’t very fair
But that’s life they say.
Who are ‘they’ anyway?
I’ll stand by her no matter what.

She turned round and said
‘He made love to me,’
and I turned round and said,
‘well you can have him then.’

I knocked back a few
Til I was as sozzled as a left-footed swan.
I danced in the garden in my nightie,
Singing ‘I will survive,’
Til I woke the neighbours.

‘What a racket!’
the old man cried,
‘You’ll wake er indoors.’

It wasn’t my fault though
I can’t stand lies
And I am besotted with him.

At the end of the day,
It’s all swings and roundabouts,
Do you know what I mean?

Six, six, six.

On the special sixth day
Of the sixth month
In the sixth year of the millennium
We fairies dance to the music of the spheres.

Love and healing abound
On the six, six, six.
And we dance on the twilight toadstools
And sup the summer dew.

I stretch my wings on the beach of love
Making an aura in the sand.
I close my eyes to ask
To visualise
And then receive.

Your wish is my command
Says the genie of the lamp
And I smile
With glee in my heart.

For today is the day of wishes coming true
Of dreams realised
Of magical manifestations materialising.
Abundance flows along the grid
And we fairies reach out and choose our prizes.

Today I choose love
The love of a romantic kind.
Oh yes,
We fairies crave that too.

But unlike you humans we are happy before our mate appears
and we know him when he does.
Synchronicity smiles on the destined two
Soul mates forever entwined.

Hallarina chose money
Human money
She wants to spend it on boxes of chocolates.
But she already guards the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!

Marshmellow man chose a hermit’s hut.
He packed his bags and went.
But then he came back
Because he realised it wasn’t what he wanted after all.

The King of mermaids ran to the Robin’s nest
Ate lashings of cream and candy.
But he flew the coop from there too
There was only one place he felt at home.

Shalyn drank the nectar from the deep red grape
And was sick as a pig in a sock.
But she took an immune boosting magical blend
And decided to talk to the moon.

Melody chose music and sang like a bird
The energies quickly responded
Cupid drew back his golden bow
But she was already a fairy pop queen.

I wouldn’t change a single thing
In my colourful life today
I’ve been blessed with a crown of copper and gold
And my cup overfloweth with bliss.

Am I lucky fairy?
Why no
Just blessed with wisdom.
And today is the day to open your eyes
And see all,
Know all,
And smile.
On the six, six, six.

Angel

Dearest Angel,
Fly with midnight wings to your new home in the sky.
May a pink bubble of love keep you safe and well and
have fun chasing all the astral mousies and climbing cosmic trees.

You will never be forgotten by your Mummy Dionne,
and you live on
on Earth
in your bonnie sister bubbles
and your sweet neice Sala
and your nephews Sooty and Tom,
your nephew Jerry will meet you at heaven's gate.

Dance the dance of the magical cats
as you train as a familiar,
a guide,
the highest honour for a cat.

There is a black cat waiting in the shadows by the gatepost,
there is a BLACK CAT.....
telling me that love is on it's way.

Sweet Angel we know that your spirit lives on,
embrace your freedom as you ascend to the next level.
We send our love,
our wishes and prayers.

Have a safe journey to cat heaven
but you know your spirit is always welcome here.
You were just too special to stay on this Earth
and we know you are now needed elsewhere.

We thankyou for the healing you bought when you were here
and we know you will continue to heal
from those other realms.

Magical cat,
witches feline,
black as the raven,
sweet as the stars.

Sleep your sleep with moonbeams in your heart,
dance with the daisies in uncut heavenly grass,
friend of the fairies
fly with the angels
where you belong.

Angel now from cupid's corner
release his arrow to where it should go.
Black cat of power
Black cat of love
live on
in love
for eternity.

Sail with stardust
Fly with feline grace
Run with relish
Jump with joy
for you are now one with the all
and are forever safe there.

Love,
peace and healing to you.
Sweet little girl,
so much more than a cat.

Beautiful spirit with bright shining eyes,
thankyou for the time you gave us.
a real angel came to touch us,
now she returns to her seat by God.

Remembered forever,
loved for all time.
A never ending kiss we send your way,
we won't say goodbye because you are always here.

Purr on sweet girl wherever you are,
with love
to you
Dearest Angel,
I give you these words.