Autobiography

THE VOYAGER

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the ongoing journey With Mr H x So many highs...kites couldn't catch me So much humor....comedians are now redundant

FINE ARTISTRY

I am Beautiful because you have worked on me like an artist Who creates a masterpiece With a burning desire That is nurtured in every brushstroke As he paints from his soul

Absalom

Rusted curled, Yet... not forgotten. A part of God's Eternal plan. Here now and forever; Not misbegotten A shard of beauty, From a delicate hand. Golden yellow, Rustic red, Veined rich
Cherry

I wish I believed in aliens

I wish I didn't find it so implausible that a spaceship could land beside me on Brighton beach
Cherry

The Apocalypse

That's why I've been walking up and down the road wearing my The End is Nigh sandwich board
Cherry

Today I am not eighteen

I am not a eighteen year old girl, slipping into tights which elongate my legs. Placing my hair into a silky bouquet sensing his eyes wash over me like breath;

Jealous of Trees

A tree is rooted, its path mapped out, Satisfied. Coaxed by the light, its heart colours tips of branches - reaching, Never does it yearn to stray from its beginning.

Take another look

Deep within the valleys of every man, under seemingly immovable objects, placed there by centuries of evolution, lies a concealed sun. It burns so bright, and never sets,

I am the Resurrection

Don't read if you are easily offended. Due to no popular acclaim whatsoever, here is a poem from the miserable poetry collection of the normally jovial Over The Top.

4 Haiku

The oval lake whispers
Cherry

Remember, Remember ...

The IP I suppose though a slightly different take.

Brief history of a life so far

I have seen beauty and not known, rather twas revealed through other's faces,

Unbelievable Plea!

Unbelievable Plea! (8th November,2011) Dear all that read and write on ABC, (So many already been good to me!) There’s two days left in which to get my book
Gold cherry

The Gap

The Gap (8th November, 2011) The silence that interrupts a conversation; where the pins drop, no-one knows, but we have all felt that strange sensation, that frozen moment of

THOUGHT

I heard that Patrick Swayze died to day, and it seems like only yesterday that I watched a young fit man dance with baby. He was 57 , no age to leave .It made me think once again about life.

LIFE IS

Life is A strange mixture of breath and experiences A confusion of right and boring , wrong and exciting Of emotion you want and dissillusionment you do not

Bad Sad

Smile its free

GETTING OLD

It makes me cry to think of the days When I was your bird and we could both fly.
Cherry

There is something astonishing within you

I had accidentally tripped an electrician down the stairs and now he was in the boot of your car.
Cherry

A Study in South Street

I know where I want to live when I grow up.

Untold Secrets

Untold Memories, battered bruised and cold, Skeletons wondering, gnawing at those doors, Chains bearing your brain; whispers echo on, For where lies this secret never to be told?

Mothers Devotion

From the Moment I embraced you into this world, An momentous Love was untaught, your delicate Fingers gently curled, A new part of me you had brought.

The Diary of a Love Sick Teenager in 1976

I walked, staggered along Barnes Avenue and just before I got to Catherine’s house I took my shoes off in order so as not to wake anybody, and stole three roses from her parents garden.
Cherry

Feeding the ducks

Heavy with him and you...

It was Art School

The one ‘indifferent’ girl wanted nothing more to do with me. She was furious at my lies.

My Testimony Page 1

I was born to Bill and Joan Mahader, in the Marymount nursing home in Johannesburg, South Africa – a faraway place in a faraway land to most people.

Lullaby

forgotten how to write....so just a few practice lines

Eish! London - May 1

Sounds like Australia has this supply thing waxed a bit better than London ... hmmmm
Cherry

Days of Lies and If Onlys

We got scolded when we climbed the lemon tree...

untitled

we met as we always do,within a womb.A warm cosy -if bland office-that makes me think of cracked shells.

the Inner I (haiku)

The inner I Vast hard uncompromising rich with accusation supposition and lies
Poem of the week

I Can't Help Wishing Christopher

I took your death out on a boy in a new Parka who smiled all wrong - the season you counted my saves match by match - the same year you scored twice from the half way line

Starting the School Day

Being a teacher in this day and age is tough, starting from the first period of registration. The motivation for being a teacher has to come from somewhere within, a personal purpose.

Glory Of Butterflies.

Invited over to yours, sweet tea to drink and biscuits to crunch. Above our heads, across your walls the beautiful body’s of butterflies. Framed, hung, displayed.

Oh Boyhood

It was something when I was young, a-hiking with the lads

Tramp

Is it all to do with self-love? Is it just about throwing oneself at the mercy of fate? Is that the bigger self-love? Is it about saying no ‘home’, no, go to hell?

Apollo II

Where did you go to Apollo? humanity hung by a thread. Where did you fly to Apollo? as I slept so soundly in bed.

Hobo Jungle

A real life adventure

Agenda of War

Ghandi wasn’t killed by Pakistani nationals, He was assassinated by a Hindu radical

Apollo

For all (hu)mankind.

amber reflections.

mustard spiced tints echoes of crimson crows in communes chatting lively blood dripping from heavily veined trees whose green is a lost near forgotten dream earth rich and dark

Did You Watch the Sky

Did you watch the sky last night, I did
Cherry

He said

freedom?

Old friends

It’s still dark outside. I can hear my friend coughing in the room next door. Yesterday he was up all night. Neither of us have so many years left to live, but you don’t have to

O' Mother, I need your blessings to move forward...

It's been a tough time for me the last five months. I lost my mother, friend and above all a critic who used to back me for the works or decisions I make.

Not Responding

Even the birds in the bare Winter branches sing, In the empty church I hear a single church bell ring, And look to you, for something But your're not responding...

Shadows in the Darkness

There are no guarantees...but one!

Walk A Mile

In her bad moments mum concedes that she's gone now, forever. She becomes no-one and is unable to dredge anything out of the blackness.

Secret Games

A poem to all the people who have ever watched their loved ones sleep

FAIRY STORIES HAPPEN

BEGINNING OF UNUSUAL LOVESTORY. TO THE PROTAGONIST IT SEEMS LIKE A FAIRY TALE

Eish! London 9 April

My opinions on a show ... a couple of emails to get me going and a statement of who I am ...

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love is in the air

Eish! London 11 April

Bus company have taken my money, but lost my ticket, an out of London train ride to breathe after the tense time beforehand!

Eish! London 12 April Easter Sunday

Great to spend Easter in a new environment and take in some of the real meaning of it all

Eish! London 14 - 17 April

Bank Holidays, a trip to Deeping, insight to Lincoln Cathedral... a rather bust few days I must say!

Love & War (Tonight)

If I lay nestled in your armpit, your arm a safety blanket, Armour of love, shielding me from harm, I close my eyes and in this moment, I am yours and you are mine, truly and fully,

Blessed Be Mary

A personal sharing of The Blessed Virgin Marys Image and life in the world

Consorting With Death

There are those who think they have seen death. Some boast that they have courted it, defied it, know it by name.