C.C.

Josie The old Goose Once I was a joyful young goose Imagine my meadow soft and green. I rested at night and then was let loose. How I raced to that watery sheen. Between willows it ran softly and slow with a sandy slope to allow me, I eased from land to the water and so to and fro I dabbled and... Sign in to see full entry.

One Heaven. I thought that I would come down to the meadow. I think that I came voluntary. There is a kind of peace even for the wicked and you were not in that category. Possibly slightly impure about the same as the rest of us who take a chance? Gathering a few scars upon the conscience. Perhaps... Sign in to see full entry.

Well then. I would like to withdraw from your contemplating glance. I wish my hope would not rise so easily on the merest whim. I would like to walk into the sunset if there were a chance. Sometimes I regret that little movements upset my reasoning. Unfortunately you were quite an attractive spare... Sign in to see full entry.

Who knows. Time held the source it was prolonged Senses summons by whispers were conditioned to accept that this was in fact a fiery bond. It was linked quickly to a state of recognition. The first arrangement of dainty flowered reflections subtly enhanced the already generous protrusions. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Amateur. Barely clothed beneath my tree, this is what she offered me, She shyly smiled as she proffered the round green fruit without a word. A Bramley seedling I observed not noticing that she was curved’ Amateur Theatre Groups abound. The fig leaf rather let her down. Another problem needing... Sign in to see full entry.

Yes, just so. She was single and her views were apparent I was lonely, dreamy and only meant to share the spare room in my bungalow with someone who could run to and fro as they pleased and feel at ease. It just seemed natural to seize the opportunity to obtain a housekeeper. It appeared to be... Sign in to see full entry.

\\\\\\\\\\skirting. It must have been an indiscriminate excursion. Hardly surprising in the circumstances one must assume To have left reality so swiftly was an intriguing move. Worthy of a mention, as it was as soft as puff of perfume. The sketch is etched in colour and is a vision. The light... Sign in to see full entry.

Back to Nature Surely now it will engage the imagination if it is redistributed to a suitable audience. Innuendos that appear to gain recognition might create a subtle ambience to heal a brazen supposition whatever the consequence Or Sooth poetical frustration if trying to pull daffodils. instead of... Sign in to see full entry.

A true story poem written as it happened to my father. Once with Arthur a gypsy boy I wandered his brown bare feet I shall remember We were just boys I had black shoes scuffed of course and Earth a tremor. Walking the green grass his eyes swept over and suddenly he scooped. In his hand the eggs of... Sign in to see full entry.

Nelots I would be threads, to be as this wish demands You would take me so how other can I be Lips to my throat your carefree hands feel my body almost carelessly. To this time, there is an end no sweeter Although I know, I feel you only as a whisper and I will break into filaments should you stir I... Sign in to see full entry.