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Endless Love


Memories slip by
like a breeze
The heart 
Aches 
For in the far distance 
of the soul
There’s a face haunting 
it's core
A moment of warmth
A simple gesture
Unforgettable 
A lifetime of devotion 
To one heart 
Upon reflection 
Unregrettable


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Time Stands Still

The Faded Garden Swing

If the flaked paint on the old swing 
could speak, it would tell stories of 
days long ago,
Of children's laughter and their bare, 
muddy feet, 
Of fireflies caught and imprisoned in 
empty jam jars, 
Like the fireflies, my memory flickers, 
trying to recall who lived across the 
street.

The faded swing’s rusty chains  creaked 
loudly under my weight, an old familiar
song, 
And the scent in the air from the aged 
honeysuckle, still going strong, 
An old familiar perfume of yesteryear,
At this moment, suspended between 
the then and now, time stands still.

Once the echoes of children’s giggles, 
now a silent yard, 
Images of scraped knees, loud cries
and a lemonade stall,
In the distance, the sound of an old 
church bell rings,
Here, on this faded garden swing, 
I sit in the past with the weight of 
what was and of what can never be 
again.

Now, shadows linger in silence,
Where children once soared with 
dreams,
Oh, faded swing, a keeper of stories 
of joy and pain,
You hold the essence where memories
 remain,
At last, I am home, in the place where 
time stands still.

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Spring has awoken

The echoes of Winter are fading from 
view,
Softly, time whispers, out with the old,
make way for the new,
The sun is shining bright, and the sky
 is blue,
Let’s get ready to embrace the gentle
Spring breeze and start anew.

Gardens and open fields are buzzing 
with change,
Watered by Winter’s snow, rising from 
the rich soil are bulbs and seeds of the
hopes we did sow,
Rows and rows of Daffodils, Tulips and 
Bluebells, neatly arranged,
A  vibrant sight of Spring blooms 
a gardener's delight in watching 
them grow.

Birds are singing sweet songs,
The Rivers are flowing freely, 
and rabbits are dancing, oh, what 
a beautiful show,
So let’s join in the Spirit of Spring, 
throw our worries into the last of the 
melting snow, and watch them simply
just go.


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Reflecting on Carefree days

Looking deep into your invitingly, 
warm, brown eyes, I suddenly felt 
intoxicated, as if I were drunk,
Drunk, dizzy, and unbalanced,
Unbalanced, I stumbled right into an 
old tree,
Tree, it wasn’t any old tree; it was 
the tall palm tree, our secret meeting 
place.

Place, a heart-shaped rose garden, 
where endless hours of daydreaming 
and making plans,
Plans of things and places we
would visit and explore,
Explore and wander through some
of those great cities around the 
world,
World! That wonderful world was our 
dream. How nice if I could return to 
those old, carefree, lazy days.

Days where we could just lay in the 
warm tropical sun, listening to our 
favourite love songs, enjoying the 
cool sea breeze, oblivious to time, 
drifting us right into 
sunset,
Sunset worked its magic on our 
souls, inciting feelings of romance,
Romance, throughout our romantic
phase, you were thoughtful and 
generous, and always did everything 
with great love.
Love, our love was blooming 
beautifully like a Rose garden in 
Springtime,
Springtime sadly doesn’t last forever,

Forever wasn’t meant for you and me,
Me and you, it was our destiny to 
meet and then part, 
But alone and abandoned, I could 
never be, for in my heart, 
Those unforgettable memories of 
the “us” dwell in a perpetual embrace, 
undisturbed in eternal bliss.



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Dawn by the Mountainside

As the last thread of darkness bids
farewell, it took a swipe at their 
peaks,
A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket
over their faces and swiftly leaves,
Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s 
first golden rays cascading warmth all 
over them,
Giant guardians of the earth, through 
it all, the mountains stood in silence,
Dawn by the Mountainside, both beautiful 
and harsh, taught me a lesson in patience 
and endurance.

As the world awakes, songbirds herald
in the break of a new day,
A gentle wind begins to stir, caressing 
everything in its way,
Leaves from the valley's tall trees made
a soft musical sound,
And the sunlight glistened as it danced 
across the winding river,
Oh, dawn by the mountainside is full of 
treasures I’m blessed to have found.

In nature’s open space of solitude and
serenity, worries melt away,
And hearts can find peace in the 
graceful beauty of its view,
So, walk by where the mountains stand
in the early morn,
For dawn by the Mountainside,
refreshes the soul and ignites the fire 
in the heart, making you feel alive and 
spankingly anew.




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Reflection in the Mirror

In the quiet morning light, for the first 
time, I truly gazed into the mirror, 
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was  close to it but 
had to draw closer still,
I was surprised to see a jigsaw of 
times past.

Once a canvas, unmarked, 
Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons
learnt and experiences lived,
Fine lines depict laughter, joy and 
worry,
Scars show battles fought and love lost, 
Spots show signs of neglect.

The colours in a once shiny black crown,
Changed to threads of silver and 
reddish-brown,
Eyes once full of dreams now reflect
the wisdom of life’s true realities,
And smiling lips have somehow 
lost their smile.

I told myself that I was half asleep,
so I rubbed my eyes and washed my 
face,
Then made sure all the lights were on,
and looked in the mirror again,
Time’s gentle hand had left its trace,
I was taken aback and childishly asked
the mirror to explain.

In the silence of wonder, I saw the 
truth in my reflection, a weathered 
face,
As the seasons came and went they 
laid shadows on the terrain,
Showing a journey where youth and 
wisdom blend,
Gently, I touch each line on the surface.

Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the 
years gather,
To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude 
and grace, I embrace my refrain.








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An unforgettable Smile


In the realm of memories, there lies
an unforgettable smile, ethereal and 
bright,
It etched its mark upon my soul on a 
beautiful moonlit night.
It danced with joy, illuminating hearts 
with its sweetness and charm.
It was invitingly radiant, friendly 
and warm.

The smile was a simple gesture, 
for in its presence, worries seemed 
to vanish, 
It was an unwavering light in the 
darkest of times,
It spoke volumes in silence while 
giving a nod of acknowledgement 
and a feeling of relief.

Though the years have passed, and 
time may fade,
Captivated by its magic, against my 
will, the memory of that smile 
forever stays in my soul.
For in that unforgettable smile, 
for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse 
of Heaven here on Earth.


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Haiku: Trees



aiming for the skies 
leaves dancing to the wind’s song 
Nature’s life-givers.




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Lost Love Pains

Her golden dreams have disappeared, 
Leaving her heart drained,
The echo of his sweet voice keeps her 
awake,
Lost love pains and lingering longings 
ache.

Waiting for the light of morn,
It’s so different from the old 
norm,
Whispers of sweet nothings
all gone, 
Old memories nag, but she fights 
hard to stay strong.

Her broken heart is irreversible,
Imprints of happiness he left behind,
erasing them is impossible,
Words and thoughts are jumbled,
Her heart, a shattered vessel, 
finally crumbles.





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Words, Words, Words

Words are miracles with great power.
Stringing the right ones together can 
be constructive.
Using the wrong ones can be 
destructive.

Words uttered in anger when heard 
are like the winds of a hurricane,
Shattering and destroying, 
useless to retract or recall, 
leaving confusion and pain.
Damage done, efforts all in vain, 
Oh, what a crying shame.

Words are comforting and can change
 tears and sadness into smiles 
and laughter,
When spoken softly and sweetly to a crying child, 
a lonely person, or a lover, they leave happy feelings long after.

Words, be they easy or hard,
 long or short, choose them carefully,
 be precise, considerate, and respectful, 
but never ambiguous.

Word, Words, Words,
use them wisely to avoid that dreadful thing 
called blame.