MIDNIGHT SUNSET ACROSS TAMPERE

These eerie feelings, steal over me now,
As I watch the sun setting over forests of pine.
A curious sensation fills me still, as I see,
The light that delays to leave this place in darkness.


I know that summer here is short, yet I see,
A land that is prepared to exploit this window.
Until the icy cold returns and freezes this ground,
And blows sadness, in dark snow filled winter storms.


A quiet has settled, and movements few,
All except me, have settled for the evening.
Accepting the surreality here, where days never end,
And where seasons are hidden behind the reality.


In this hour, when all are asleep and dreaming,
And I go on creeping, experiencing the solitude,
The sun now so low, it has almost disappeared,
Rays of latent sunlight radiate amongst the clouds.


I Imagine that no-one, not even the birds,
Can quite understand the effects it is producing,
Upon the seasonal mood, a disquieting and awe.


But I am gladdened to be a witness to,
The rarity of this event, Mother Earth in her glory,
Sharing the wonders of her creation and loving laws,
That we might enjoy forever, the facets of change !

THE POWER OF ADVENTURE

My excitement bulges, and my pack becomes light,
As I wait for departure, of a 10.30 flight.
To fly off to places, both new and inviting,
The classic old mantra, I continue reciting.


That I will be open, to adventure and change,
Become part of my world, as my hopes re-arrange.
Towards letting the love, of life fill my soul,
As an ambassador to peace, being my goal.


And here at the airport, en-route to horizons,
I relax into freedom, a soft mood, that's surprizing.
For life, is a journey, who knows where it ends ?
As I travel new highways, and encounter new friends.


The thrill of an adventure, breathes light to my soul,
And with expectations rising, my heart, they cajole.
A fresh taste of freedom, and escape from the grind,
All my troubles and grief, I can now leave behind.


A real power I notice, becomes my best friend,
The sharing of an energy, on which I learn to depend.
So I pray that my rapture, doesn't desert me,
Give thanks to the universe, for what she has shown free.


And go forth with zeal, and a challenging stride,
Prepare for the rapids, as lifes' white water I ride !!

JUST ONE, FOR ME !!!

I am not greedy, just one girl will do.
A happy smiling nature and calm temperament too.
One that seeks to be, both forgiving and kind,
I'm starting to believe is near impossible to find.

But I am assured now, that she really exists,
As I sense in my soul, I have to persist.
That I can receive the gift from the world,
Sharing love with a partner, that one special girl.

She need not be tall, or gifted with grace,
As long as she carries, a smile on her face.
Or an Amazonian body, and legs to her chin,
Just as long as she lets, love shine from within.

I don't need Blonde hair, or curves to die for,
But to see her inner beauty, and feel that allure.
Her skin needn't be spotless, or tanned to a bronze,
Though of course, in my eyes, her beauty belongs.

I know that her race, or wealth is for nought,
But a girl educated, by life's school, being taught.
Manicured and adorned are not high on the list,
But with passionate lips, I so long to be kissed.

And what will I give, to be blessed by her touch,
Or to travel the world, should, I ask so much ?
I'd give thanks everyday, to the soul of the world,
Share my love to the utmost, as our lives they unfurled..

And to be her best friend, a support to her needs,
Let her feel my passion, open my heart 'til it bleeds.
With a loving embrace, I'd chase off the bad,
Create an aura of laughter, so she'd never be sad.

Together we'd be filled, positive energy we'd be making,
In the dance of loves honour, forever partaking.
And stay 'til the last, together giving our world,
Peace, Love, and happiness yes, that is my girl.

PARKLIFE

Sunshine has vanished,
Yet the warm breeze plays,
The boughs are gently rocking,
And the flowers bow down low.

The birds up high are calling,
To others I can't see,
And everything is helping,
Mother nature share her love.

Upon the lawns and play parks,
Little children shout and run,
And a Labrador, in leaps and bounds,
Chases a squirrel to its' tree.

Two boys with sticks are hiding,
To capture the Indian squaw,
When she comes along seeking,
Their chatter brings laughter.

So many folk relaxing now,
Upon the soft green grass.
It really is a joyful air,
We breath with time to pass.

I notice too, the Bumble Bee.
She glides amongst the flora,
Collecting up her nectar rich,
To transport to the hives.

A balance here is calming me,
To witness how its done,
As Man and Earth enjoy again,
The day that gives us Life!!

THE DARKNESS OF EVIL

In its eyes, furtive, no light can be found.
Just abject cruelty and planned active violence.
What love could there be in this hateful aggression ?
No regrets of its' devious and pre-meditated lifeless face.

I feel sick to the pit of my stomach,
Realizing such people abide, and even welcome it in.
Tears sting my face now, for the suffering beheld,
By the tiny and helpless, in the wake of its' path.

How can such darkness find a place in existence ?
It brings no happy joy, only shameless tragedy.
And those committing such dastardly woeful acts,
Believe that they love, and are merciful in justice.

But is it not strange, their love is so loveless ?
I struggle now to accept they walk our Earth.
With decent, kind and peaceable, warm happy folk,
Wreaking their divisive soul-less, blood thirsty nature.

Oh how dark, savage, this abominable evil aspect,
Flooding our minds and stealing our good morale.
Making us suffer more, taking hope of light away.
Where is their remorse, taken to task at all ?

If I cannot denounce strongly enough this evil,
Then maybe, just maybe, it has already taken me,
Along with its wickedness, to places of tolerance,
Believing we should share in its' devilish lies...




My thoughts of the film, The killer Inside.
Evil acts, yet a point powerfully made...

THE BITTER BEGGAR.

A woman approached and politely she asked,
For me to spare some small change please.
She opened her hand, littered with small coins,
As if to encourage that I fill them further.

I allowed her time, to rattle her schpeel,
As I waited to know just how I would feel.
But as I inhaled the pungency of drink,
I knew beyond doubt, that she would not buy tea.

She continued to plead, saying I had a choice,
And I chose to decline, listen to my inner voice.
She failed to concede, that I'd chosen against,
As I walked on my way, she muttered her resentment.

But I had agreed help, through my denial,
As she bitterly scorned, I continued to smile.
Were her losses mine, had I failed to give ?
I felt saddened but sure, my charity well placed.

Could she also not choose, to stay off the drink ?
Spend her money more wisely, before crossing the brink.
Where she sank into bitter, and twisted response,
A fresh cut above her eye revealing a fall.

If getting into this state, had been of my doing,
Then gladly I would, be helpfully pursuing,
A way to restore her life into order,
A return of her balance, to reasonable comforts.

But I felt hurt, for a moment or two,
That she judged me harshly, as unkind too.
Denying her a favour, she spat out her wrath,
And I courted pity, but on her it was lost.

She would never know, just how much I distress,
That our city be littered, the down and the homeless.
Or how much I pray, for a world of fairness,
Yet she undoubtedly felt, I really couldn't care less.



To the ungrateful beggar, who gave Nottingham a vision of her laziness and contempt.
I pray that you find comforts from your Demons.. x

BREAKFAST @ EDINS

Pensively, I am back into a mellow mood.
Billy Holiday has sung me sweetly,
Into reflections of days, long gone by.

Caressing elements of my jaded, weary soul.
Refreshing chords and lullaby melodies re-unite,
A heart and mind, healing old scars.

A trumpet announces, a chorus sublime,
As my tears dry, upon my smiling face,
Gladdened repeatedly, her soulful voice brightens.

Warm is the backdrop, as Humphrey looks on,
My silent handsome host regards a new aspect,
Of re-charging my mood, though the weather is dour.

A breakfast prepared to fulfil and excite,
Is brought before me, my senses explode,
And my hunger gone, dismissed with panache.

Restored once again, I can venture ahead,
Take on the day and its surprises,
With renewed vitality for the challenge.

And I sense now around me, a music.
Performed with such ease, from a wonderful staff,
A small taste of Paradise, is Edins'.






Thankyou to Edins Nottingham.
What a great sanctuary.

If this means something to you !

A photograph of windows, open and staring back,
Reflections of an image, hidden in the glare.
Secretive notions belie, your talent emerging now,
With every ' CLICK' of the shutter, capturing your life.

Cold streets coming to be, a bright manifestation,
Whilst unbeknown characters become immortalized on film.
And your own precious view, showing me an edge,
A beautiful aspect of time, lovingly reserved by you.

Could it ever be known, how vital your energy ?
To describe a new era of preserving the classic past
That you do so very well, seamless links between decades,
Black and white images, of a Santander street.

Madrid and Salamanca, showing their precious virtue,
And even Paris and Lisbon giving their story,
Unto your listening lens, a backdrop of classic jazz.
Ringing in my open ears, a silence left by you.

Keys and open doors, bulbs glaring ever bright,
On streets around 'Cibeles', with punk retro disguise.
You capture and reveal, a world above, beyond desire,
Within my living heart, your name, remains a fire.




An artist of merit, yet to be discovered. x

IN THE DAYS I HAVE LEFT

It would be worthy for me to believe,
That I could promote peace and happiness, unending.
From the deeds of my life and the way that I give,
Sharing my willing heart with the world of mankind.

As a drop in the ocean, my giving may yet be,
But without a beginning, there can be no real end.
And the desperate poverty, cruelty and inhumane acts,
Would continue without ceacure, in a world devoid of kindness.

Still, not entirely devoid, without hope of a rescue,
I see not only me, but many others moving,
Pressing forward to see love, be the force of action,
Redeeming us from a hell, created by our own greed.

A movement of care, people sick of men's lies.
A desire to share love, and not retaliate with hate,
Maybe, what we need, I feel convinced, yes sure.
That we all become passive as true warriors.

Not letting hate breed, giving peace, a real change,
Following our hearts honestly, like Gandhi once showed.
Conquering even an empire, that ruled with a might,
With a soft peaceful nature, he took on the fight.

So with time still to come, in the days of my life,
I declare my allegiance, to a peaceful campaign.
Waging war on oppression, and the greed we diplay,
Hoping many will join in, sharing love everyday.








To many new friends from around the globe.
The peace of angels be upon us!!!

CROWDS AND I

All along the square, thousands have come.
Streets and open space once deserted now throb.
And I remember silence, yet a few brief hours ago,
When I was solitarily the guardian of this place.

Like the tides flowing, they come and they go.
A wave of explosion filling the openness once again,
And receding at evensong to leave only doves and I,
Coveting the expanse, breathing the clear air.

I notice them always, yet they never see me,
A figment of their memory, as hurrying to go by.
But I take my time, to notice their presence,
And enjoy the community, that is flowing on by.




A tribute to Brian Clough. (His statue) and his memory.

THE SUN SHINES ON THE FAB 4

(And on Us too)



'Here comes the sun',
Sang Paul, and it came.
Not quite a miracle,
But everyone had to smile.
Was it fortuitous, a gift ?
We welcomed the change.
And on and on,
They rocked the square.

Four guys of 60's fame,
Had come back to life,
Singing and raising moods,
In a city once demure.
And here we shared,
For a timeless moment,
History being replayed,
And created in electric style.

People twisting and shouting,
The pavements coming alive,
What a wonderful display,
Of happiness filling our city.
John, George and Ringo too,
Shaing their rousing talents,
I couldn't help believing,
That Nottingham was in LOVE !!!






The Fab4. What a tribute act.

DREAMS OR PHANTOMS

At every turn, I see you,
Sometimes busy, often carefree.
And I notice your smile,
How wide become your eyes,
And your face beaming bright.

What of the composure,
And womanly-ness you display,
My hopes come alive now,
Your being on my mind,
Filling my very soul.

In a busy rail station,
I felt you passing close,
And yet, when I turned,
Felt only the beauty of you,
And your scent hovering still.

How strange to be blind,
But still seeing you alive.
Paths crossing in the ether,
A dimensional shift perhaps,
In the quantum mechanics.

Everlasting, your loveliness,
Tattooed on my heart and mind.
Carried wherever I go now,
As if I would leave it,
Or lay my pearl before swine.