My Daughter - Denise

She's lovely.
She's precious.
She's my heart's delight.
She's the happiest day of life,
As it was, as it is.
My love goes on and on.
She lives within my being.
Does she know it?
She's wonderful.
She's special in every sense.
From top to toe.
From her silly rants,
To her laughs and shouts.
From her deep daring to crying jags.
From successes to failures.
She's perfect,
To me.
She's my daughter, Denise.

My Daughter - Hope

Hold the girl enthralled.
In the light
Of West Coast days.
High life, all bright.
School and tests.
Challenges are headaches,
Ratings and marks.
The years go by.
What will be, may have already been.
What might be, may never happen.
What was, may have been best.
The future is but time
That soon will pass,
Unknowing,
Full of promise.

My Daughter - Open Doors

She claims innocence.
And so she should.
She rants selective furrow,
But knows otherwise.
She is feeling and loving,
Calculating and mildly questioning.
Destructive at times,
Behaving so.
Challenging her circumstances
In ways too acceptable.
It is her reality.
Is it her life ?
Is it fine?
Is it hopeful?
She asks and asks.
Will life be the joy its meant to be?
If its meant, to be.
Maybe not.
Yes or no.
No one knows.
It will be what she will make of it.
The doors all open.

My Daughter

Eyes that shine.
Full and fine.
Knowing more and more
Than most before.
She is refined and young.
Indeed.
Mature and pretty.
Growing ever so
Within her mind and mindfulness.
She plays
And is unsure.
Her confidence is defined
By questions not asked.
Her identity comes
From days ago,
Before her time.
And in her years,
She blossoms.
Yet she wonders.
She grows, she grows.

What Do Women?

Hair that grows
Six feet  in length.
Silky, soft and sexy.
Cover.
Lips that gloss and beckon
To one and all.
And speaks wise words,
So glowing soft.
Eyes that fix a stare
Of concern and want.
Boring holes of wrath
When crossed.
Untold,
Dextrous and strong.
Grabbing life,
Taking charge of all.
About her.

Pantheon

Beautiful beaches
Set in the mind.
At the end of
The world.
The continents' hind.
What lives here
Is beyond hope or wish,
Though thousands do.
They survive
In happy harmony.
In contented containment.
Loving and reaching.
Growing and dying.
To old age.
Gone.

Life of Worth

Fisherman of Worth.
Sing a bountiful
Song that
Shouts the Ages.
Lady of Worth.
Cries for renewal
Of life begun or
Hardly not.
Live a life.
Cloaked together.
In belief
In practice
In all.
The day is done.
All that is,
Tthat was,
That will be so.
Is all she holds.

Starting

Starting from the start
Or from later
Or from over
Or from something fresh.
Or from never.
Where am I?
There or here?
Somewhere?
Anywhere?
In between?
I go forward into life.
Handed to me without any questions.
Stepping ahead.
Or escaping behind.
But knowng nothing.
Whether all is good
Or is all is rotten?.

Pain

In Glory's time,
There is no way
To deliver
The life that is
Fine from behind.
Because of a
Sad, sad pain
That has built
Acres of layers
Over and over,
Sprayed on hardness.
Forty years on.
Alone with so many others.
Leave me only with
Pain, pain, pain.

Blythe

Blimey Blythe.
Blarney Bern.
Bernie's Barnyard.
Blowing brine.
Baring barnacles.
Bumming brooms.
Banging bongos.
So it goes.
As the days go by.
The days stop somewhere.
Here or in that time.
Because before the bars,
The brave beggars bereft,
Bemused, befreiended.
I bought her.
She bough it.
Blythe, yes, Blythe

On The Shore

The shore only exists in the
Presence of a body of water.
In the absence 0f such same,
Shore is but land.
Not shore.
So does it exist at all?
Shore is but land.
Shore is but a name.
Or is it just another meaningless word
Of something describing something
Not really real?
So it would seem.
It would seem.
So it would be.
To stand on the shore
Seems to be standing nowehere.
It shore does.

One Foot In the Sea

I washed myself
In the Sargasso Sea.
In a way
Beyond imagination
From the top to there.
And all in between.
But by not including
That one foot in that sea.
How I managed that,
Was through total despair.
As I was drying the rest of myself
In the dry salt sea air.
That other foot had dried
And I just could not dare
To wet the other foot again
While it was still bare.

Angry, Sad - I Know Not What

I sit and sat,
I wait and look.
I want a turn
To show
What I can do.
I can, I can.
With all my heart?.
Who can help
Me?
What can I do?
Can I?
Can I do anything?
I can.
Can I?
I'm ready.
I am.
But if I haven't the chance.
Then what?
So ready.
I am.

Out

Out of it.
Out of that!
Out Of What?
What!
Can't start.
Can't finish.
Can't move.
Ahead or behind.
Stuck in time.
Like in a mine.
Like a deadly sigh.
Going forward
And ending up behind.
Trying, trying.
Knowing, not seeing.
Moving up and out.
Out and in.

My Son

My son is now
Big and strong.
Not as mighty
As he may be.
But a tower over
The little Brent
Who lay by my side
As I read stories
And listened to music
And made up talks
And saw his eyes shine,
As I hugged and kissed
His fears away.
He forgets its nature.
Maybe so.
My desire is that he
Grows and grows
In every way.
My son.

The Mall

Kingsgate Mall
8 years later.
I've come back
To where I left my last life, career and job.
Bank and time and strife.
The work was temp.
At the Royal.
On and off.
For a year.
Kingsgate is where it began.
My life of kids, for kids.
Of not caring for things.
But caring for love.
Love of loving.
Its when all I thought,
All I knew
Changed.
Just changed.
Forever and today.

Roll

Roll in the hay
If you may.
Please pay.
Roll those coins
If you remember
How to move them
In your harem.
Eat your roll
With spread or just dry.
Drop you ball
And roll it from on high.
That is your life.
It rolls up or down.
We experience most days
Which bring us no frowns.
Tolling and roll.
Rolling is life.
Its movement.
Stop rolling
And you're dead.

Tenderly

Tender is my mind,
That evolves so gently inwards out
And infrequently.
Absorbing colour of sounds
That tun my soul
To thought,
Of thought.
The Good that is not.
The Bad that overtakes.
These are emotions
Hardly worth the cost of barley.
Soft light - light,
So high - airy - top - low.
Where?
There - here - go!
Step so gently as you go, go.
As I move, tenderly.
To you,
Go - go - go!

ReEnter

I withdrew from regular life,
For a time that extended on.
I intended a short retreat.
But it became Noah's Ark.
I tried to come back,
Several times
And again, again.
The more I tried,
the longer I was gone.
 I stopped trying.
 I stopped.
Kept going,
But stopped.
Now I'm finished..

Somehow, finished with the old, with the new.
Where I am is where I was.
I wish I knew who I am.
Who am I ?
Time to re-enter.
Time to  start.
To become a new self,
Built on old parts.

Remember

There was time
That time was there
In front, in back
And nowhere.
When days were
Slight
And full of might.
When nights were magic,
And a lot less tragic.
When back then,
There were soft glowing smiles,
Pictures of wonder.
Hope, storms & thunder.
When those great days were
Before us,
Suffer the memory.
Remember the future.
Remember the past.