I love the smell of dew on the grass, when a new day has just begun. I love to watch the flowers as they turn their heads towards the Sun.
I love to hear the gentle whispers of the welcoming breeze.
I love to watch as it rustles through, the leaves upon the trees.
I love to watch the Angelic rays from the sun as they pierce through the branches of a tree. Creating a kaleidoscope of pretty shapes on the undergrowth for all to see.
I love to watch the clouds as they gracefully float on by, like fluffy balls of candyfloss complementing the blueness of the sky.
I love to hear the intenseness of the thunder, as it rumbles way up high. And the flashing from the lightening's rage, as it fork's across the sky.
I love to listen to the heavy rain as it bounces of the ground.
A harmonious, symphony of notes, with its own unique sound.
I love it when a rainbow grace our sky after the poring rain .
A masterpiece of pretty colours, cupping the earth in its domain.
There is beauty all around for those with eyes to see. Nature is magical, it is captivating, it is abundant and it is free.
a spangled stand stood at a summer fair
the sugar shack sells at nine dollars a treat
pastel skeins of silk spun lighter than air
melt-in-mouth-goodness, so delectable and sweet
each tender bite is a firework of ecstasy
but this transient delight sure costs a pretty penny!
Dawn collapses Night, the stars disappear,
the crickets fall silent, and Sol rises.
And ebony bleeds with a scarlet smear,
as Nature dons one of many guises.
A sea of blue washes across the sky
as sunbeams color clouds candyfloss pink.
And as dragonflies flex their wings to fly,
shadowy silhouettes silently shrink.
While twittering songbirds sing to the sun,
butterflies fly from flower to flower.
And on silken threads that a spider spun;
dewdrops gleam in the early morning hour.
With one turn of Earth's planetary gear
Dawn collapses Night; the stars disappear.
on pause
for a moment
touching the shadows
on the wind
emotions
soft-breathed
dwelling
in a lyric of love
while
eating candyfloss
With candyfloss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock.
Roller coaster big fast rides
All made to hide your eyes
The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoopla darts and all those things
Sandy beach and cockles too
These are the things I loved to do
I walk on blue and smell of white
Dressed by the setting sun
I run into orange melting
into marigolds a blooming interlude
I float on speeds depending on my mood
Purple and pink is a melody I sing
Orchids in skies will make you think
I speak of colours and whisper
The flavour of the day
Candyfloss or bubblegum, I do have a say
I dance in the dark around a silver ball
She calls out to me timid and small
I cover her face with a veil
As she practices before a curtain call
I turn grey when I’m sad but it not too bad
It makes me just lighter as I open up
and wash away your sorrows
As I cool the earth down and fill her tomorrow’s!
24.4.22
toffee apples
tasted so sweet
candyfloss evaporating
as we eat
swing boats
chair of planes
& helter-skeltet
again& again
pretending to drive
in dodgem cars
flying carousel
as if from mars
crowding in the
boxing tent
local challengers
quickly spent
longing with
youthful eyes
rolling pennies
for the prize
sans parents
at a local funfair
evenings
without a care
Yellow and
candyfloss pink
pastels,
feathered fluffy.
A masterpiece of
powdery
soft strokes
and vivid
colors.
Strikingly
beautiful:
rosy maple moths
are splendiferous and
quite
extraordinary.
puffs of candyfloss
~ wind surfers
clouds on the run
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2022
Timothy Dimwit
Timothy Dimwit would not go to school
And all of his mates considered that cool
But Timothy Dimwit was never in school
And as a result he knew nothing at all
Timothy Dimwit couldn't spell bat
He couldn't spell dog and he couldn't spell cat
He couldn't spell cod and he couldn't spell sprat
He did once spell hat, he was quite proud of that
Timothy Dimwit could not kick a ball
Because he decided, there must be a tool
Or some kind of whistle through which he could call
To cause it to rise up and bounce off a wall
Timothy Dimwit thought chips grew on trees
That candyfloss simply blew in on a breeze
And honey he wouldn't have guessed came from bees
But meatballs, he thought, could give cows trembly knees
Timothy didn't know Francais was French
That there was a kind of a fish called a Tench
Or that in the park, there's a seat called a bench
And Americans all call a spanner a wrench
So, I hope that you don't think that I'm preaching at all
With good education, you're nobody's fool
But Timothy Dimwit did not go to school
And as a result, he knew nothing at all.
candyfloss on a stick....an imaginary dessert
i am infinitely fascinated by the sky
the candyfloss texture of the clouds
the saturated watercolors of the sunset
the shimmering stars and the way the incandescent moon hangs among them
The ever-changing features, all so vitalizing and exuberant
if it is possible to love an inanimate object
i have fallen completely in love with the sky
for it has captivated and enchanted me
in a way that no living creature ever has
-e.g.
The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes beckoning him to come, come to me
And pay your dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, their meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
My imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy and desire;
Only the memory of your past farewell,
That speaks its doubts.
The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes touching his inner being, his soul;
Beckoning him to come, come to me and pay your
Dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
Imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy; only
The memory of your past farewell.
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