Category Archives: Poetry

The Awakening (bilingual)

Awakened at last, As if a potent pitcher splashed sensation, Showering rays of realisation, Penetrating the constructed numbness. Waves of euphoria, waves of ecstasy, Willingly received, enjoyed Over and over, again and again. The return of laughter, the renewal of … Continue reading

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My Darling Daddy

This months marks the eighth anniversary of my father’s death.  Still much missed, but in remembrance the small  poem I wrote for his funeral. The composition in itself brought me peace. The gift of poetry. My Darling Daddy Who are … Continue reading

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City of Stone (Bilingual)

Bitter winds batter brittle barren basalt, Clearing clinging clouds, blanket mists, Hungry haars embracing, shrouding Homes hearts hopes and minds A city set in stone, styled in stone.   Outlying peppered between the braes A cacophony of tons Beacons like … Continue reading

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I Want to See Your Voice / Quiero Ver tu Voz.

I would like to See your voice, Hear your eyes, Feel your smile, Drink your words, Paint your spirit. Caress myself with your soul, Walk inside your mind, And above all I’d love to Dance to the rhythm of the … Continue reading

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The Instinct of Intuition (bilingual)

This poem is the longest work I’ve ever  had in draft. I began it in 2002/03 when I was coming to terms with trusting my intuition. I am sure like many others, we would be rich if we had followed … Continue reading

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A Fower’s Feelings (bilingual)

I am a bold flower without boldness. Whose petals lose their colour, missing the ruby dew. The leaves weak, missing the brilliant blue caress. The sad stem needing pampering from its golden compass. The dry roots in barren land, lacking … Continue reading

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The Bridge – before the flood after the flood.

In August last year I was flooded out of what had been my home for five years, by a burst pipe from a flat above.  I am now settling into a new flat but it has not been easy.  The … Continue reading

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