Winters here.

Harsh winds chop through.
Skinning branches of their tie-dyed leaves.
Winter warmers pull through.
Protecting arthritic arms within  woolly sleeves.

Glowing gleams pervade through.
A hum of activity is marked by the town lights.
Fireworks and sparks shoot through.
Evoking 'oo's and 'aah's on frost-filled chilly nights.

Broths, stews and soups seep through.
Causing countless cup-a-soups to be consumed.
Shop decorations creep through.
Reminding us that our bank balances are doomed.

the chase.

You were a conker I didn't have to climb for,
one that I stomped on prematurely,
shattering your spikey and strong exterior,
one I regret taking and wish I had left.

You were a  book I purchased from a charity shop,
one that I didn't pay much attention,
a first edition I didn't really appreciate,
one I regret refunding and would like to re-read.

You were an injured hermit crab whose shell I stole,
one that I disregarded and further damaged,
taking the only thing you ever owned,
one I regret stealing and wish to return.

result ; regret.

part-times girls.

Part-time gardeners,breaking buds,unearthing roots.
one mission in mind ,revolving around male pursuits.
small chins chatter as bitching and gossip pervades.
digging up mounds of dirt,no need for any spades.

Part-time fishermen,like leeches,arms quickly latch.
bribing with bounteous bate,reeling in the new catch.
concealed competition,laughing loudly,as if deranged.
two-faced ,enthusiastic compliments are exchanged.

Part-time politicians,twisting the tainted truth.
favoring fraud,flawed arguments,exploiting youth.
avoiding reality,encouraging superficial slagging.
hypocrites ,contradicting their nauseating nagging.

Part-time psychiatrists,unpaid,unofficial agony aunts.
group rituals,improvising childish tribal chants.
appearing superior but prescribing inaccurate advice.
being stubborn but chancing it on the roll of a dice.

Part-time doctor,caring and curing but money motivated.
bank balance and brands amount to egos becoming inflated.
diagnosing on gut instinct,delivering death, unmoved.
nails act as scalpels during surgery, hearts removed.

Part-time firemen,simultaneously sliding down the pole.
following the perfected procedure ,appearing in control.
emitting waves of bravery,sacrificing their life for men.
playing dumb and ditsy,using mindlessly, again and again.

Part-time teenage girl,fuelled with fury and angst.
one mission in mind ,revolving around male pursuits.
hypocrites ,contradicting their nauseating nagging.
appearing superior but prescribing inaccurate advice.
emitting waves of bravery,sacrificing their life for men.
diagnosing on gut instinct,delivering death, unmoved.

add to favourites.

the taste of pitta bread drowned in butter
the smell of pinapple freshly diced into chunks
the sight of a gentle butterflies flutter
the sound of meditating spiritual monks

the taste of freedom for a trapped possom
the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer
the sight of blooming buds and white blossom
the sound of an electro acoustic strummer

the taste of cheese, especially brie
the smell of creme on my mothers skin
the sight of the number twenty three
the sound of cheers suggesting a win

the taste of a chip , better when lent
the smell of malibu the morning after
the sight of an ego boosting comment
the sound of giggling and roaring laughter

sudden and still.

I still see your morning face as I wake up.
I still hear you laughing in my dreams.
I still feel your warmth caress me as i sleep.
I still smell you in my bed and on my pillow.
your still the same person, same smile.
your still mysterious and new to me.
your still a memory I never want to fade.
your still with me everyday.
we're still intertwined at our souls.
we're still suited seemlessly.
we're still trapped in the aftermath.
we're still in love.

dreamer.

I won't lose this dream
lose this dream, I won't
won't I lose this dream?
dream this,lose I won't

You are men.

broken branches, seeping sap.
you are the machete to my trees.

withering wings,congealed coral.
you are the oil spill to my seas.

crumpled clouds, oozing ozone.
you are the carbon emissions to my skies.

melting marvels, liquid land.
you are the sun to my polar ice.

singed structures,lifeless leaves.
you are the fire to my forest.

bruised bones,painful paws.
you are the cage to my animals.

dry desert, waterless wells.
you are the drought to my land.

you are the constant driving force, guiding my hand.