She stood on the outcropping, A sentinel towering above the rocks and foam, Weathering the worst of storms and darkest nights, Shining her brilliant light, her message of love and safety, for all to see. But she did her job too well, And her light guided everyone away from her, To where they needed to […]
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry of Everything
September in Suburbia I Three
September in Suburbia I Two
September in Suburbia I One
Happy International Dame Angela Lansbury Appreciation Day!
Posted in Fandom
“Here I am, I still go on, you know, like the tides”
Angela Lansbury
Happy International Dame Angela Lansbury Appreciation Day!
She’s got grace and style
And to top it, a great smile
Oh those blue eyes
Could light up the skies
Her face most adorable
Her talent undeniable
Like the whirlwind
Still hard at working
A Queen without a crown
A Dame with a gown
She is the belle of the ball
So say we all
Now and for ever more
A Concrete Seat, at the Beach
Posted in Seat Sunday
“If you’re not bringing anything to the table, give up your seat”
A Concrete Seat, at the Beach
Looking for my favourite spot
The one I prefer for break times
Buried under snow it seems
Workings of a wintry plot!
Snow aside,
I really don’t mind
Sitting down for a few
Enjoying the silent view
Before the evening
Sun sets
Caturday I Two
Posted in Caturday
“Five cats and a woman. That is all I need in life” Alejandro Jodorowsky
Caturday
The tourist of a foreign land
Came here to our strand
We let them snap some photos
And for them, strike a few poses
Scratching our backs
There is no lack
Of many a treats
Neatly we sit
Until all the pix
Are snapped
And the strangers all gone
Then we, just run along
Caturday I One
On a Slow Road to Hell
Posted in Freaky Friday
“Going to hell, in a handbasket, really, really fast”
On a Slow Road to Hell
Loosing all sense of colour
No use in a loud holler
All shades of grey are fading
The perfect picture slowly degrading
Turning to black and white
Really, there was no fight
Life passing by in slow motion
Reminiscent of an old silent film
But with less commotion
Standing here
Where the line used to be
Then, drawn in sand
Facing what I feared
A wall of concrete
Now complete
Wondering,
Who’s got the upper hand
A note of some kind
Almost rendered me blind
In proud bold letters,
A big ass sign
“TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT!”
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Not fitting in just means you’re in the wrong place”
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
A sale of shoes
Small sizes only
feeling bold
Into the men’s section
I wandered
No time to loose
A nice pair of boots
Fitting like a glove
I am in love
A passer by
Asks me to pose
For a picture
To be a feature
In the paper
In my raggedy jeans
Crashing a party
Of the cocktail kind
A piece of a pie
Instructing all to jive
I was an
Overnight sensation
Even without
The proper presentation
Dancing the night away
With a hip and a sway
In my way to a show
My face in a glow
Hoping premium seats to score
Then a let down
All sold out
Feeling like clown
My face in a frown
Life is a bore
Sitting in the entry way
Sobbing
‘Hey lady’ I hear
Can you sing?
In my mind a ding
My heart is throbbing
Without remorse
I join the chorus
Singing my heart out
Without a doubt
The best night
Of my entire life
Despite the lack
Of several facts
I can’t dance, act or even sing

















