a sad puss
all lost and alone
they know me
i love them
move in with me and you can
be my cuddle cat
talk about
innocents abroad
so many
adventures
scare myself thinking about them
a big thank you
to my guardian angel
travelling deck class across the equator
when i was young
they told me
i could do anything
i could be anything
i believed them
don't think they had this in mind
reading a magazine in bed
rather than only finding the time
to do so in a doctor's surgery
is a dream of mine now
at some stage
probably will never happen
i dream of a quiet life
with lots of time on my hands
i want to know what it means
to be at a loose end
i want to experience the luxury
of being bored
she had a home once
she had a life once
stolen
by cruel circumstances
finding herself alone
devastated and destroyed
she slowly slowly
collected the broken bits
laboriously pieced them together
and like the snail
made them into a little home
she carried on her back
she became
her own homecoming
In The Time of Java
borobudur, an ancient temple, holding all of the secrets
magical moves, at the sultan's palace, breath taking experience
lovely young men, graceful sultan's dancers, ethereal performers
gamelan chimes, a long time ago now, important part of my life
tis your choice
to bite or not to bite
that is the question
whether it is nobler
to seek revenge or
walk away
removing that person
from one's life
blown like a piece of fluff
from a sleeve
ay there's the rub
where there's a Will
there's a way
suppose
you're preparing
a feast for thanksgiving
happy thanksgiving to you all
enjoy
always
feast or famine
droughts and or flooding rains
no worries it's the wide brown land
for me
