In the hush of winter’s morning, when the air was crisp and bright,Athena stretched with elegance, her eyes mismatched in light.Beside her sat Obito, all fluff and joyful cheer,His goofy grin announcing, “Christmas time is here!”Athena trotted gracefully, a Princess on patrol,While Obito bounded clumsily, a walking, talking soul.She leapt across the furniture like a … Continue reading “Princess Pants and Mr Toe Beans Christmas Tale.”
Poetry
Please let there be a heaven.
Please let there be a heaven,Somewhere soft beyond the sky,Where the ones I’ve lost are waitingAnd the tears I hide can finally dry.Please let there be a doorwayWhere the hurt can fall away,Where the memories don’t trembleAnd the grief has nothing left to say.Because my heart still reaches for themIn the quiet of the night,And … Continue reading Please let there be a heaven.
SantaPaws & Her Elf.
On a twinkling Christmas eveningWhere the snowflakes softly fall,A husky named AthenaTook command of Santa’s call.With her opal blue eye sparklingAnd her chestnut eye aglow,She donned a red velvet jacketTrimmed with fluffy winter snow.A jingle bell upon her collar,A hat upon her ears,SantaPaws Athena was readyTo spread joy far and near.Behind her came her helper,A … Continue reading SantaPaws & Her Elf.
Two Years Without You 💔
Two years…yet it still feels like yesterdaythat your paws were the heartbeat of our home,your breath a warm whisper against our skin,your eyes full of a lovewe didn’t know we would spenda lifetime learning to live without.People say time heals,but they never met you, Zypher.They never felt the wayyour presence wrapped around uslike safety, like … Continue reading Two Years Without You 💔
To Dad in Heaven
Dad……There are days when the missing youhits so suddenlyit steals the breath from my chest,as if grief has hands,and it remembers exactlywhere my heart is.I still can’t understandhow the world can keep goingwhen yours stopped.How morning can dare to breakwithout your voice in it,how night can fallwithout you to tell meeverything will be alright.I wish … Continue reading To Dad in Heaven
Fogbound Frosty Walks.
In the early hush where frost whispers and the world has not yet found its color, I walk into the drifting fog with two guardians of winter at my side.Athena steps forward first, a bi-eyed husky stitched from snow and starlight. One eye the color of sky, the other warm as chestnut bark,a sunrise and a hearth held together in a … Continue reading Fogbound Frosty Walks.
With memories made in love’s design.
December steps on frosted ground, Her quiet presence all around. She wears a cloak of silver light, And crowns the world in winter white. Her breath is crisp, her song is clear, A whispered end to closing year. The days grow short, the nights stretch long, But in her cold, there blooms a song. The … Continue reading With memories made in love’s design.
Your embers in our souls will burn.
October bows with winds that sigh, Beneath the chill of silver sky. Her leaves, now scattered far and wide, Are whispered dreams where colors hide. The golden glow of harvest wanes, And silence hums through empty plains. Her pumpkins rest in fields grown bare, A memory held in cooler air. The moon, so bright on … Continue reading Your embers in our souls will burn.
As summer sleeps and autumn warms.
October knocks with winds that sing, A herald of the harvest’s king. She comes adorned in russet hue, With skies of grey and sharper blue. Her breath is cool, her laughter bright, She paints the world with autumn light. The trees, they blush, a crimson flame, As if they’ve heard October’s name. The pumpkins rest … Continue reading As summer sleeps and autumn warms.
The bridge between the bright and gray.
September bows with quiet grace, A golden glow upon her face. She lingers in the autumn air, Then whispers soft, *"Take time, take care."* The leaves begin their slow descent, A drifting dance of sweet lament. Her days, once touched by summer’s light, Now yield to dusk and earlier night. The apples fall, the fields … Continue reading The bridge between the bright and gray.
“The Uncaged Words.”
They tell us to be still.They say our words are dangerous,too sharp for daylight,too heavy for fragile ears.They pray that silencewill fold itself around uslike a shroud.But silence is not peace.It is a weight on the chest,a stone in the throat,a slow drowningin a sea of unsaid truths.And so, even when the air is thick … Continue reading “The Uncaged Words.”
A promise wrapped in morning dew.
September knocks with quiet feet, A gentle breeze, both cool and sweet. She wears a cloak of muted gold, A whispering tale of new and old. The sun still warms, yet softer now, A gentler kiss upon the brow. The leaves, they blush in shy delight, A patchwork quilt of red and white. The air … Continue reading A promise wrapped in morning dew.
As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.
August fades on whispers low, Her golden breath begins to slow. The sunsets linger, soft and deep, As summer drifts toward twilight sleep. The fields, once bright with sunlit cheer, Now rustle whispers, *Autumn’s near.* Her crickets’ song begins to wane, A softer hum, a gentler refrain. The days grow shorter, shadows long, A fading … Continue reading As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.
For Freedom, For King, For Country.
Beneath the sky so wide, so free,beats Britain’s heart, her destiny.I speak with pride, I walk my way,because of those who won the day.Our forebears, steadfast, brave, and true,through storm and fire, they battled through.For King, for country, side by side,they faced the dark, they turned the tide.They gave their youth, their hope, their breath,they … Continue reading For Freedom, For King, For Country.
Whispers of Youth, Promises of Tomorrow
In the quiet of twilight, where the shadows play, Two hearts beat in rhythm, in a tender ballet. Beneath the old oak tree, where their secrets unfold, Teenage sweethearts gathered, in a world made of gold. With laughter like music that dances on air, They shared dreams and promises, unspoken but rare. Fingers interlaced, in … Continue reading Whispers of Youth, Promises of Tomorrow
August’s Embrace.
August strolls in with golden grace, Sun-kissed warmth upon her face. Fields aglow in amber light, Long, soft evenings turn to night. She hums a song of ripened days, Of twilight walks and purple haze. The crickets chirp, the cicadas sing, Her air is thick with summer’s ring. The sun sits lower, yet still it … Continue reading August’s Embrace.
Farewell Fiery July.
Farewell, bold July, with your sun-sculpted days, Your skies lit with fire in twilight’s soft haze. The golden hours lingered, so steady and bright, And whispered of summers that fade into night. The echoes of laughter still drift on the breeze, Where wildflowers nodded and danced with the trees. Your rivers ran languid, like moments … Continue reading Farewell Fiery July.
Can You Hear Me From Heaven?
Can you hear me from heaven, where the stars softly sleep,Where the light never fades and the angels all weep?Do my whispers still reach you on the wings of the wind,Every echo of longing, each prayer I begin?I speak to the night when the silence is deep,When the world has gone quiet and I can’t … Continue reading Can You Hear Me From Heaven?
Welcome Bold July.
Oh, welcome, July, with your firelit skies, Your days draped in sunshine, your nights full of sighs. You stride in with splendor, so vibrant, so bright, A king crowned in crimson, gold, and soft light. The air hums with warmth, with cicada-song’s tune, And fields shimmer softly beneath a full moon. The rivers move slowly, … Continue reading Welcome Bold July.
Farewell Sweet June.
Farewell, lovely June, with your skies soft and clear, Your sunlit embraces we’ve cherished so dear. The days, golden-glazed, now begin to retreat, As time’s gentle footsteps grow steady and sweet. The roses have whispered their last summer song, While fields hum a tune where the warm winds belong. The twilight that lingered, so tender, … Continue reading Farewell Sweet June.
“Echoes Beneath the Stone”
I walk the path where shadows weep,Through hallowed earth, my ancestors sleep.Their silent graves, the stones so cold,Whisper stories of lives untold.The air is thick with memories,A haunting hum of distant pleas.I feel their breath, their hearts, their pain,A timeless echo in the rain.The names, so faint, etched in stone,A century of lives unknown.Each step … Continue reading “Echoes Beneath the Stone”
The Bootmaker’s Hands
In a workshop dim, with candle’s glow,Where time moved steady, soft and slow,A bootmaker sat, his hands worn thin,Stitching soles with thread and skin.His hammer rang on weathered wood,Molding leather, firm and good.The scent of polish, wax, and hide,Hung like whispers at his side.With careful hands, he shaped the last,A craft unchanged by ages past.Each … Continue reading The Bootmaker’s Hands
“Whispers in the Shadows”
In the quiet shadows where silence weeps,Lives a tale of a heart that silently keeps,Beneath the smile, a stormy sea,Where pain dances, yet no eyes can see.Invisible threads weave through the days,Aching whispers in the soul's quiet maze,Every step, a battle fought unseen,In the wilderness where pain reigns supreme.With every breath, a fragile refrain,Of strength … Continue reading “Whispers in the Shadows”
The Taxi Man of Yesteryear.
Through cobbled streets and misty dawn, The taxi man rolls bravely on. A sturdy wheel, a steady hand, Guiding through a bustling land. His cab, a beast of iron and steel, Upon the road, its tires squeal. A whistle blows, a fare awaits, The city hums, the hour's late. Ladies wrapped in fur so fine, … Continue reading The Taxi Man of Yesteryear.
Welcome Bright June.
Oh, welcome, dear June, with your sunlit embrace, Your days full of splendor, your light's gentle grace. The gardens now flourish, their blooms in full cheer, As summer awakens, her voice drawing near. The skies stretch above us, so endless, so blue, With clouds soft as whispers and sunlight in view. The fields wear their … Continue reading Welcome Bright June.
Farewell Gentle May.
Farewell, gentle May, with your blossoms so bright, Your days bathed in gold and your soft, fleeting light. The petals you scattered now drift to the ground, A memory whispered, a soft, fleeting sound. The lilacs have faded, their fragrance grows thin, As summer steps softly, her warmth rushing in. The breeze that once carried … Continue reading Farewell Gentle May.
“Silent Stand”
I walk alone on this quiet street,Where silence lingers and shadows meet.I am the one they cannot see,A stranger in a world that’s never free.They pass me by, their laughter loud,While I stand apart, beneath the crowd.I try to speak, but words fall still,A voice unheard, against my will.In the echoes of a life I … Continue reading “Silent Stand”
The Stevedore’s Song
In the dawn’s early light, where the shadows still fade, Along the bustling docks, where the ships are arrayed, With the salt in the air and the tide’s steady roll, The stevedores gather, their spirits and souls. With calloused hands ready, they greet the new day, As the cranes loom above, lifting cargo to sway. … Continue reading The Stevedore’s Song
“Echoes in the Melody”
In the stillness of the night, I hear,A song that whispers, soft and clear.A melody that stirs the air,And takes me back to when you were there.The notes, like raindrops, fall so sweet,A rhythm where our memories meet.Lady in Red, with her grace so bold,I see your face, the love you told.Your laughter lingers in … Continue reading “Echoes in the Melody”
Living with Fog: A Journey Through the Mist
In the haze of thoughts, where whispers fade,A fog descends, a silent cascade.Mist veils the path I once knew so well,Lost in a labyrinth where memories dwell.Each day a dance with the elusive mist,Words and worlds entwined, sometimes dismissed.In the quiet corners where clarity wanes,Echoes of dreams, like distant refrains.Yet in this labyrinth, amid shadows … Continue reading Living with Fog: A Journey Through the Mist
The Butcher’s Trade
Before the dawn, the fire is lit, Steel meets stone as blades are bit. Apron tied and sleeves rolled high, Another day to cleave and ply. The weight of flesh, the scent of brine, The sawdust laid in careful line. A hanging carcass, cold and bare, A practiced hand, a butcher’s care. The cleaver falls, … Continue reading The Butcher’s Trade
“Dear Dad, On Your 75th Birthday”
It’s been twenty-eight long, aching years Since I last saw your face through tears, Yet today, on what should be your day, My heart still finds so much to say.You’d be seventy-five, can you believe? It’s hard to picture, harder to grieve. A life that time won’t let me know, A future we lost so … Continue reading “Dear Dad, On Your 75th Birthday”
Welcome May.
Oh, welcome, dear May, with your soft, tender light, Your blossoms awake after long winter's night. The meadows are painted in green and in gold, As spring whispers secrets the flowers retold. The trees stretch their arms, dressed in garments of green, Their branches like lace, a most delicate scene. The sun hums a tune, … Continue reading Welcome May.
Goodbye April
Goodbye, sweet April, soft and mild, The month that smiled like springtime's child. Your rains have kissed the earth awake, And coaxed the bloom from bud to break. The lilacs lingered, fragrant, shy, Beneath your ever-changing sky. The clouds that wept, the sun that stayed, Wove fleeting light through mist and shade. You whispered songs … Continue reading Goodbye April
“In the Depths of Duty”
In the belly of steel, where the fires burned bright, Samuel Solomon Williams worked through the night. With shovel in hand, and sweat on his brow, He fed the great engines, without asking how. Beneath all the glamour, below decks so deep, He labored in silence, while others would sleep. The heat of the furnace, … Continue reading “In the Depths of Duty”
28 Years Without You.
At just nineteen, the world was vast and wide, With dreams and hopes I could not bide, Yet on that fateful day, the sky turned gray, When you slipped away, and shadows held sway. Two decades and eight years, oh how time flies, Yet in the depths of my heart, your absence lies, A weight … Continue reading 28 Years Without You.
To my Love
In every sunrise, and in each setting sun,I see the reflection of two becoming one.Through valleys and peaks, through trials we've braved,Our love, like a lighthouse, steadfast and saved. In the depths of our souls, a connection so deep,A love that awakens even in the midst of sleep.It's a flame that burns bright, never to … Continue reading To my Love
April 1st.
The first of April slips in light, A jester cloaked in morning’s white. It dances soft on springtime’s stage, A turning leaf, a playful page. The world awakes to tricks and jest, A day for fools, a day to test The bounds of laughter, sly and sweet, Where truth and mischief softly meet. The robin … Continue reading April 1st.
The End of March
At winter's edge, where shadows flee, The end of March stirs restlessly. A quiet hush of seasons blurred, As spring awakes but not assured. The crocus lifts its purple head, Through icy ground where frost still treads. The skies, a patchwork—gray and blue, Where winds forget their course, and strew. The rains arrive in whispered … Continue reading The End of March
The Estate Agent.
In tailored suit and polished shoes, The agent walked with practiced cues. A leather ledger in their hand, A guide through plots of promised land. With gilded pen and measured phrase, They spun the dreams of better days. "A home to suit your growing kin, Or land for cattle, let’s begin." On cobbled streets, their … Continue reading The Estate Agent.
Whispers of the Lost.
In days of yore, when shadows fell,And hearts did mourn, where tales do tell,Of tender souls, like morning dew,Lost to time, in the silent blue.In fields where laughter once did bloom,Echoes linger, in empty rooms,Tiny footsteps, a fleeting grace,Now whispers soft in time's embrace.Oh, mothers weep, with tear-stained eyes,For babes who danced 'neath azure skies,Taken … Continue reading Whispers of the Lost.
The Victorian Publican.
The polished brass, the gleaming glass, The hearth that warms as nights will pass. The publican stands firm and tall, The master of his tavern’s hall. In cobbled streets of London’s sprawl, Or village inns where ivy crawls, The weary folk and workers meet, To rest their bones and find retreat. With barrels stacked and … Continue reading The Victorian Publican.
A Welcome to March.
Come, March, with your tender, waking breeze, Whisper softly through the trembling trees. The frost has fled, its grip undone, And skies stretch wide to greet the sun. The earth begins to stir and sigh, As winter loosens from the sky. Snowdrops bloom where shadows slept, And rivers sing where ice once crept. The winds … Continue reading A Welcome to March.
Farewell to February
February whispers its soft goodbye, With fleeting days and winter’s sigh. The quiet hum of time moves on, A shorter month, and soon it’s gone. It wears a cloak of muted gray, And hints of spring not far away. The frost still lingers on the ground, But somewhere, life begins to sound. The sun now … Continue reading Farewell to February
“Eternal Vigil”
In the hush of night when shadows weave, A gentle spirit sighs, reluctant to leave, With whispers soft as a lover’s breath, I linger here, beyond the veil of death. Through the moonlit window, my gaze does fall, On the ones I cherished, the ones I call, Their laughter echoes in the quiet air, Yet … Continue reading “Eternal Vigil”
In the Shadow of the Workhouse.
Beneath the iron gates of fate, Where hope unravels, thin and frayed, We gather meek, our shoulders bent, To pay the price our lives have lent. The air is thick with whispered cries, Of children lost, of mothers' sighs, Grey walls rise tall, like silent graves, Where dreams are buried, none are saved. We wake … Continue reading In the Shadow of the Workhouse.
Under the Knife
In sterile halls where whispers tread, A journey starts, a path ahead, With heartbeats quick and shadows cast, A moment waits, the die is cast. The gown of white, a second skin, With trembling hands, I breathe within, Anxious thoughts like fireflies dance, In twilight’s grip, I take my chance. The surgeon’s hands, both firm … Continue reading Under the Knife
Endless Grey
The days crawl by in shades of slate,Cold winds that bite, dull skies that wait.The sun? A myth, long lost, long gone,Each morning bleak, each evening drawn.The rain taps out a hollow tune,Against the glass, against my mood.The trees stand bare, the fields are drowned,The world is quiet, lost, unsound.No warmth, no light, just time … Continue reading Endless Grey
“February’s Gentle Light”
February wakes with a hush so sweet,Soft snowflakes melting beneath our feet.The days stretch longer, the sky turns bright,A promise glows in morning light.Winter still lingers, crisp and true,Yet hints of spring come into view.A robin sings, the air is clear,A whispered sign that warmth is near.Love takes root in hearts so wide,With kindness walking … Continue reading “February’s Gentle Light”
“Whispers of Winter”
In the hush of winter's grasp, Where daylight wanes and shadows clasp, A heavy blanket, gray and deep, Wraps the world in a silence steep. Frosted breath hangs in the air, Whispers of a sun laid bare, The trees, like sentinels, stand still, Their branches bare, devoid of thrill. The snowflakes fall like whispered sighs, … Continue reading “Whispers of Winter”
“The Puddle Drowning Dilemma”
As the clouds roll in heavy and the rain starts to fall, I step out my door, but I’m fearing it all. Those puddles look harmless, just tiny and round, But deep down inside, I’m afraid I’ll be drowned! With each little splash, my imagination takes flight, What if I slip and am lost out … Continue reading “The Puddle Drowning Dilemma”
The First of January.
A dawn awakes with softest glow,A brand-new year begins to show.The air is crisp, the world is still,A quiet promise, time to fill.The wind sweeps through each blade and tree,A canvas blank with destiny.The sun ascends, a golden hue,Whispering dreams, both bold and true.Yesterday's weight, now swept away,Replaced with hope, this tender day.The clock has … Continue reading The First of January.
December 18th: The Glow of the Fire.
On the eighteenth, as night descends, The warmth of fire never ends. The flames crackle, the embers glow, While outside winds and snowflakes blow. The stockings hang with quiet grace, Awaiting gifts, a warm embrace. The house smells sweet of pine and spice, Of cocoa rich, of sugar nice. We gather close and share our … Continue reading December 18th: The Glow of the Fire.
December 17th: The Warmth of Giving.
The seventeenth, a day to share, A moment’s gift, a heart’s warm care. The season’s glow is in our hands, As kindness spreads across the lands. The trees are trimmed, the carols sung, The joy of Christmas has begun. Yet deeper still, the gift we give, Is love and warmth that helps us live. A … Continue reading December 17th: The Warmth of Giving.
Though Stolen By Their Reckless Night.
Twenty-eight years, a lifetime gone, Yet grief still wakes with every dawn. A father’s smile, a voice so dear, Now echoes faint, but always near.That fateful night, the world stood still, Two hearts chose chaos, a reckless thrill. Their joyride left a trail of pain, And stole the light we’d hoped to gain. The crash, … Continue reading Though Stolen By Their Reckless Night.
The 30th Of November: The Magic Awaits
On the 30th of November, we all know it’s near, The air turns crisp, with a holiday cheer. The last of the autumn, before winter’s embrace, And Christmas is stirring, ready to race. Magic’s unfolding, just out of our sight, A glimmer, a twinkle, a soft glow of light. Tomorrow’s the start of the countdown … Continue reading The 30th Of November: The Magic Awaits
The Heart At Home.
Family is a circle, a bond so deep, A sheltering embrace when the world feels steep. It's the laughter that echoes through halls at night, The whispered goodnights that make everything right. It’s the scent of breakfast on a Sunday morn, The stories retold until they are worn, The faces that glow in candlelight's gleam, … Continue reading The Heart At Home.
If You Had Been With Me
If you had been with me, dear Dad, On the day I wore that dress of ivory, You'd have smiled, so full of pride, And walked with me in the afternoon light. Your hand in mine, our hearts in sync, With every step, you'd lead the way, You’d whisper, "This is your moment, love," And … Continue reading If You Had Been With Me
“The Weight of Time”
In the quiet moments, shadows softly creep, Each tick of the clock, a promise we can’t keep. Once vibrant laughter fills the air, Now whispers of memories linger everywhere. We gather together, our hearts intertwined, In the tapestry of love, threads delicately aligned. Yet with each passing year, the colors start to fade, As cherished … Continue reading “The Weight of Time”
Intwined 