“Dream as if you will live forever; Live as if you will die today.”
James Dean
Found Love at First Sight
I was in a café shop, staring, wondering.
Then I saw her outside the display window.
She was extremely beautiful.
She was looking at me, not moving.
I smiled, light like a silver cloud.
For a moment, I was mesmerised.
She seemed in a hurry. I invited her in.
We sipped our drinks, which I ordered.
We spoke about ourselves and about love.
It seemed there was an allurement between us.
Indecision could not resolve our attractions.
There was a dangerous spell between us,
Something we could not easily resolve.
Was there chemistry between us?
Something lingered, I put my hand on hers.
Had we a promise neither of us dared to name?
Then, between stolen yet long glances,
A world waited vast enough to enthral us.
She showed me her train ticket for the next day.
That day, she was mine. I cared not for the next day.
Placed 1
I adore the snow globe from Santa Clause
Left in my stocking on the chimney wall
I love the snow storm made when it’s shaken
And the scene inside that does awaken.
There are skaters dancing on frozen ice
Wrapped up warm, having the time of their life
Church bells welcoming folk to come inside
To celebrate the wonders of Yuletide.
With each move I made, my snowglobe moved too
Without it I’d be sorrowful, It’s true
It has pride of place, on a shelf safe it’s sat
I shake it often, it brings that Christmas back.
My snow globe is made of plastic, not glass
But is the nicest gift I ever had
Had it over seventy years in all
Still my snow globe never fails to enthral.
Newspapers once were fine, I am convinced.
Since Nixon left the stage to newbie Newsom,
each time I went to open one, I winced.
The policies of Hillary? No chance!
They’ll tell you where her hair is cut and rinsed,
the salsa classes where she goes to dance!
What stock investments will I need to go for,
If Trump gives way, one day, to J.D. Vance?
The papers teach me more about his sofa!
My interest inevitably ebbs.
The suavest slingback and the latest loafer
do not enthral me. Even less, celebs!
Some starlet’s Oscar outfit, voted ‘gruesome’?
What do I care? The same for wifi, webs,
or if some actress has enhanced her bosom.
Nature's flamboyant tiny gifts
Brought to beaches by the gushed drifts
People cherish old pebbles
As the soft touch enthral them
They treat them as prized assets
And fortune bringers
Placed: 2nd
Through the streets of Whitechapel
A monster roamed them all
He left behind a history
Many to enthral
But who knew the romance
The lover behind this affray
He may wield a knife but in fact
Was Jack gay?
A romantic, emasculated by a wife
A sexual experience
Affected him for life
Read about the romance
The lover, murderer too
It's all in my new book
A paranormal tale for you
If you want a good yarn
My book is just a gripper
It's out in November and it’s called Rise of the Ripper
Robert Sherriff 'Australian' Author-Poet-Actor-Model-Singer/songwriter
Unsheepishly Me: A Different Tale
When I write, I strive not to be Joe or Sue. I've got my rhythm, a beat that's a fusion of jazz and rock, my hue, a blend of sunset and ocean, and unique beauty under a different sun, a beauty that's a mix of strength and vulnerability.
I was never meant to be a sheep, to follow the flock in an endless sweep.
I roam where wild ideas leap, in fields where dreams and thoughts run deep.
It might not make sense, might seem absurd, a cacophony of the unheard. But that's my song, my every word, a melody by the wind stirred.
BAH BAH BAH, three bags full of nonsensical wool, representing the meaningless conformity and tales to pull. I weave them all, push and pull, against the norm, against the dull.
I don't care if it makes no sense or stands out in stark pretence. It's my dance, fierce defence, and an intense, unapologetic offence in the bland world.
Here's to resilience, standing tall with joy, and breaking free from the wall.
Cheers to the unique, the uncalled, and those who dare to enthral and be not just accepted but celebrated for their uniqueness.
The clear, blue sky, perfect day mimicks the wall.
Cascading water flowing is beautiful.
Infinite power. Infinite grace the call.
The sun smiles with joy is irrefutable.
The splendor of it's combined drops will enthral.
The bright stars and moon clapping is suitable.
Sounds of wonder, glimpses of beauty, so pure.
Pain drifting away as hope is the right cure.
Now we have reached the winter of our lives
It’s good to look through memory archives
Reliving precious moments we have shared
Since the magical day that we were paired.
Glorious sentimental days of yore
When fate and the world was ours to explore
Of the day our hopes and wishes came true
The beguiling day we both said “I do.”
It was enchanting sharing our love nest
Again when with family we were blessed
The love, heartaches, but the best of all
Was our fledglings growing up to enthral.
I still envision you in dreams I dream
The sweetest girl that I have ever seen
Ending our lives together is pleasure
For you dear wife are my world, my treasure.
Reflections of love flood my heart with joy
A joy that no one could ever destroy.
journey to another ocean
cardamom cinnamon motion
hint of masala
sip to enthral ya
chai my a spice laden potion.
He released the comb, let her golden hair fall.
Her blue eyes sparkled, they really did enthral.
The sweetness of her kiss was still on his lips.
He played with a curl at the curve of her hips.
They were just two ships passing in the night.
For both, it felt so right, as love began to ignite.
Equally intimate with all
Spirit in each, being the same
We’re all in the same learning hall
To entwine with God, our sole aim
Sunlight does not discriminate
Equally intimate with all
Love has nothing to do with fate
It’s an omnipresent bliss squall
Oh hermit, who we are, recall
At our core, we are living light
Equally intimate with all
Elixir birthing bliss delight
Caress divine, tender and warm
Bliss mist guaranteed to enthral
We are that, that dwells in each form
Equally intimate with all
Our love still etched in stone, a lasting mark,
In the tapestry of time, through light and dark.
Though years may pass, and seasons may roam,
In the heart of eternity, our love finds its home.
Like ancient carvings on a weathered wall,
In the annals of forever, our love does enthral.
Through life's journey, in the unknown zone,
Our love endures, still etched in stone.
In the echoes of laughter, in the silent night,
Our love's enduring flame, an eternal light.
Though the world may change, and we may roam,
In the book of the cosmos, our love's the cornerstone.
So let time march on, let rivers cease to flow,
Our love remains steadfast, a river's endless glow.
Through the ages, as the universe has grown,
Our love's legacy, forever etched in stone.
Do words
whether spoken or written
have the power
the beauty
the enchantment
the mystery
to convey meaning
to evoke emotion
to paint pictures
to uplift
to crush
to bring joy
to cause pain
to enthral
or
is it our choice of words
and their sequence
our presentation
our delivery
that gives words their heft
their magic
their ability to enthral
to cause harm
are we just a jumble of feelings
thoughts and images
without meaning or structure
lacking identity
needing words
to comprehend our complexities
to give us meaning and purpose
to convey to others
what we feel in our hearts
what we perceive in our minds
do words need us to fulfil their potential
do we need words to enable us to be who we are
the dependence must surely be mutual
for each without the other
would surely be left wanting.
Night or day, we’re engaged in play
Joyously heeding our soul’s call
To the rhythm divine, as we sway
Our essence, in time we recall
Rising swiftly after each fall
When with love, we choose to align
Our aura glows and we stand tall
Bliss drenched, under the oneness sign
Upon granting truth right of way
We see God’s light in one and all
Free from desire and fears at bay
Porous heart lowers ego’s wall
Inviting within, a bliss squall
Dewdrops of love for love do pine
Heart feels Holy Spirit enthral
Bliss drenched, under the oneness sign
Upon earth realm, short is our stay
With God’s laws as our protocol
Debts of love owed, with cheer we pay
Sidestepping ego spawned pitfall
Preventing thus, our soul’s downfall
Each breath graced, we see as a sign
That it’s time to fly, not to crawl
Bliss drenched, under the oneness sign
We dwell in silence, thought flow stall
And so with existence entwine
Allowing rapture to snowball
Bliss drenched, under the oneness sign
In fields of green and skies of blue,
The beauty of nature comes into view.
With rustling leaves and babbling brooks,
The peacefulness of nature fills all nooks.
The sun sets behind the trees so tall,
And the moon rises to light up all.
Stars twinkle in the midnight sky,
As the crickets chirp and the owls fly by.
Birds sing their melodies of love,
As gentle breezes whisper from above.
The fragrance of flowers fills the air,
As nature's beauty is beyond compare.
The mountains rise and the valleys fall,
Nature's wonders never cease to enthral.
In every creature and every tree,
Nature's beauty is all we need to see.
So let us cherish the gifts she gives,
And protect her for as long as we live.
For nature is a treasure we must keep,
So her beauty will forever reap.
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