I love to heat church bells ringing over an open field at sunset,
while I sit in my caravan waiting for clouds to build and shed their load on my little tin roof.
and maybe then a rainbow in the morning.
in my heart, painted
through the years
is not done
as I wait for happy hues
to undo your frown.
Let ’em flow
all the magic things
have created just to
decorate her way.
Look into her eyes,
do you see lies?
I only see whys.
Perhaps little sadness
What’s in the soul
is what you pour
in your bowl.
Only what you let in
will be within.
She’s been a warrior
for many moons
Her secret is a bunch
in the atmosphere,
Just look into her eyes.
RCT / Apr PAD-2018 / Day1
I do what I do
And I do it real good,
But suffer from angst
Much more than I should.
To the world it appears
I’m answering my call,
But would rather re-nig
And not do it at all.
This task is now mine
Seems I am the one.
Awaiting the time
‘Til my job is done.
© April 2018 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Joie de Vivre
If it makes a sound,
If the word’s profound,
If the music swells,
If it shows and tells,
If it moves your feet,
If it’s good to eat,
If it makes you laugh,
If you scorn it as chaff,
‘Til Daddy Takes the T-bird Away
I’ve got the car; you’ve got the excuse.
The fun’s not far from here; we’re loose.
The music’s loud; we sing along.
There’s not a cloud on our horizon.
The boys all flirt; the laughter flows.
We dance alert to how time goes.
We can’t stay long if our story holds.
Life is a song ‘til our lie unfolds.
We’re punished, sure; party time is done.
But there ain’t no cure for our having fun.
Abstract Poetry, in Annoyance.
I am still here, I will be,
Tell me the turn, why it will be,
The tag is black, and tracking by lee,
Resulting retour, router is this..
The colourful creamy cubes of cheese,
I like to do and mystic field,
The delta’s of A constellation C.
Comprehensive fun is when the old currant bun shines all day.
You can’t have it all though as you can’t fit it all in. and you don’t have enough energy.
So you venture outside to weed the garden but it is too hot to do more than 5 minutes at a time.
So you make a cuppa and sit in the old deck chair trying not to spill it.
Go back to fetch the crossword and the kindle maybe. There’s a lot of reading to catch up on as well as the crosswords and not forgetting the garden. I need a gardener and someone to read my kindle and help me with the crosswords.
If only I had a mate my life would be complete.
I cannot bear to sell
a vapid story twice.
As idle hands now betrayed
move not by the horrors ringing from cathedral bells,
nor to heed the rising of the evening tide.
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