Methinks thou art a lying knave.
To thy desires nought but a slave.
Prepared to grovel if needs must
to satisfy thy endless lust.... more »
Are fairy tales just fantasy
or things we know subconsciously.
Warnings we heed instinctively,
although presented pleasantly... more »
Faith & Hope.
I am not a religious man
I place my faith and loyalty.
Like any other football fan.
In the demi -gods I see.... more »
Faith The Facts
Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.... more »
A virgin saint inviolate
To whom all true believers pray.... more »
The autumn leaves beneath the trees
engage in swirling whirling dance.
To tunes provided by the breeze.
As if they know it’s their last chance.... more »
False Pretences (Fictional)
My once bright world now desolate.
I am condemned to loneliness.... more »
Familiarity For M'Lady Ann
The river as it flows on by.
Softly sings us a lullaby
Our cottage built of weathered stone
sits by the riverside alone.... more »
Familiarity Breeds Contempt.
The psychedelic neon signs.
A visual insanity.
Create intricate designs
that linger momentarily.... more »
This stately home is haunted by
The ghosts of those who spent
Most of their lives here in days gone bye.... more »
I feel a hand touching my hair but when I look there’s no one there.
And then I settle down to rest again I felt my hair caressed.
I’ve no idea what it might be. It seems to mean no harm to me.
I’m wide awake I m not dreaming. The gentle moonlight softly beaming... more »
Fantasy Or Fact? For Friend C.P Sharma
I am not dead nor do I live.
I hover somewhere in between
No explanation I can give
will prove to be sufficient to.... more »
I’m haunted by strange memories
of places I have never been
I can remember vividly
Street scenes I know I have not seen... more »
Fare You Well
Fly free proud spirit on your way.
Towards the truth you sought to find,
No need to tarry or delay.
You know I’ll follow on behind.... more »
Farewell For M Lady Francesca
Glosa a tribute to
Katherine Tynan 1859-1931.
Not soon, shall I forget.... more »
She lay with pillows for support,
a vain attempt to find comfort.... more »
The rifles bark their last salute.
To say farewell to a comrade.
The tears of mourners follow suit.
The last post sounds: A serenade... more »
The frosted fields are lying fallow.
The frozen ground will not allow
free passage to the farmers plough... more »
In days of yore the dandies wore
embroidered clothes in colours gay.
Fine velvets, silks and coarse tussore.
The current fashions of the day.... more »
Fashion Sense For M'Lady Ann Beard
The trees bedecked with blossom now.
Some clad in pink and some in white.
Contestants in the beauty show
which spring provides for our delight... more »
Fashions Are A Passing Phase For Friend Jon London
I read your words with greatest care
and try to see your point of view
Although sometimes I must declare
I find it difficult to do.... more »
Fatal Error For Friend Thad
The suicidal moths attack.
Small kami kazi volunteers,
There is no way to hold them back.
The moment that a light appears.... more »
Feeling The Draught
Tom tiddle om, tiddle om tom tom.
The drummers played as they marched along,
close behind were the infantry.
they were smart as smart could be.... more »
Feet Of Clay.
Lord Byron loved the ladies well.
Too many and too frequently.... more »
Feline Dreamy For M'Lady Ernestine
Once upon a Tuesday morning,
it was early, day was dawning.
I looked outside to see
what kind of day t’was going to be.... more »