C.C.

The Muse. Is this the time to peep into your gentle mind? Yes you with the blue sky and thorn less rose. Surely, you would receive one of your kind. There is no magic only the love of one who knows. Yes, I feel your pain, as I possess your spirit form No one is truly blessed with murmurs of desire.... Sign in to see full entry.

Just a quicky. Colour me pink little maiden, you wink. Pretty whispers stir mists in my mind. I fumble and tumble over words that I think. Will be humble and gracious and kind. What is this sweet magic that I must appraise? I have no sensible thought to report. It just seems to be to be one of those... Sign in to see full entry.

Gypsy Tales. I was a gipsy lad and wandered merrily I did not know the masters yoke. My life was sweet and free. Of course, when I became a man I did jobs for a fee. and then I bought caravan. I journeyed to the sea, I watched the sailors leave with smiles I thought of foreign lands. And then I... Sign in to see full entry.

Rainbow, You are after my rainbow I can tell by your smile You love coloured ribbon I know it’s your style. I could offer you moonshine or maybe a star You are still smiling I know what you are… I could light a sunbeam or if you prefer. Hold your hand very softly with a simple offer. Would you like... Sign in to see full entry.

Dreamer I am only a dreamer. What else can I do? I will have no one to love me Until I meet you. It is awfully lonely Beneath skies that are blue. I have spent nearly a lifetime. Just searching for you. I have picked bunches of flowers. They were just for you. I watched as they faded. What else... Sign in to see full entry.

Memories Once long ago I remember, and now it is yesterday I was quite small; my mother was taking me to see her sister. It was not far to go but in those days a bus journey away. I remember this pure silk white blouse to me it felt sinister. To make matters worse it was not buttoned up to my neck.... Sign in to see full entry.

Weasel Right said Mr Weasel the little weasels had their first teeth. Mr Weasel was tired of hearing the missus squeaking. Well the little varmints bite look Ronnie these little marks beneath He averted his eyes the last time he looked he had been pleasure seeking. He lined the little weasels up and... Sign in to see full entry.

Birds Well I never did exclaimed the Gold finch. Come again said the little Chiff-chaff You were referring to that little clinch in the fir tree, I think. Janet Wagtail thought it would be a bit of a laugh, No, no she has had her eye on him for a while Goldie pruned her wing you know what they say,... Sign in to see full entry.

Well it is like this.’ said Mrs Weasel. Mr Weasel puffed on his pipe. It’s always the same he thought They love you and then take a swipe at a poor old chap when he ought to be resting. Mrs Weasel was unzipping her brassiere ‘All you have to do is catch something a nice juicy piglet, now all of you... Sign in to see full entry.

Abigail If I was as wise as you must be I would never speak so honestly probably I would tell lies And never look into your eyes. I don’t think I would tell this tale Or mention my time with Abigail, Would she, would she, just be a friend? Of course, she would it would depend. She had this simpler... Sign in to see full entry.