I heard you calling me
Tugging at my heart strings
You felt my yearning,
Yearning for your tranquility
You reeled me in; I had no resistance
I sat down, and was immediately greeted by the chatter of magpies
Once again, a chill breeze and the warmth of the sun vied for my attention
The sun tried its hardest to protect me from its adversary
But alas, on this occasion it was no contest
The chill bullied the mighty fireball into submission
By way of soothing song
The birds offered their sympathies
To the sun with the bloodied nose
My fiery friend
You shall surely live another day
To once again cloak me
In the warmth of your loving care
Category Archives: Quotes & Poems
The Wisdom Of The Planets
Image by Станислав Кондрашов from Pixabay
Hello planets!
Are you trying by your twinkling
To give me an inkling
Of the secrets you hold
Or, are you winking
Or just blinking
Or maybe thinking
That they are not to be told
The planets pondered this strange musing and replied…
We are neither winking nor blinking, but
We are most certainly thinking to ourselves
Why you look to the sky and not within
When all the secrets of the universe are within you
This is our lesson to your species
Do not be distracted by things that glitter
Do you not have a saying…
“All that glitters is not gold”
Do not look to the heavens
When the gold you seek is within you
Introspection
Introspection, diving deep
Introspection, wake me from this sleep
The road seems so long, and
The journey so rough
At times, this soul feels like he’s had enough
Tired and weary, lethargic, withdrawn
Then all of a sudden
A wonderful new dawn
Creative juices gush forth
Flowers bloom
Ideas flow
Obliterating the gloom
Introspection, diving deep
Introspection, wake me from this sleep

The Rock
Here is the second of my sea-related verses from my trip to Weston-Super-Mare.
Mighty rock, stone of wonder who or what has hewn you asunder?
Twas the sea, the mighty sea; the mighty sea did this to me.
But she laps so gently, she whispers calm? How can one so serene and tender fashion you thus?
I have no power in her presence, all melt before her. Like a skilled artisan has she fashioned me, with both her anger and her peace, for both are born out of love. Before, I was dull and unsightly, now I am born anew. I surrender to her whims and await my next adventure…

Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/two-rock-formations-268455/
The Bristol Channel
For those of you that have been reading my most recent posts, you will be aware that I was inspired by the violent storm that blew during my trip to Falmouth in Cornwall at the end of January. Although it was clearly not the worst storm ever, it was easily the worst one I’ve ever experienced first hand. In contrast to that, I couldn’t believe how tranquil the sea was during my trip to Weston-Super-Mare in North Somerset at the end of February. Once again, I was inspired to write and I came up with two poems/short stories that I shall be sharing this week. Here’s the first one:
I hear you in the distance talking to me; your tranquility speaks volumes. Almost as soon as I sit myself down, the birds serenade me with a symphony fit for a king. The cold breeze and the warm sun hug me in unison as I gaze out across the mud flats of Sand Bay, trying to fathom what you are saying. A sudden epiphany informs me that your message is in your silence.
A silence that transcends the birdsong, the breeze and the warmth of the sun.
A silence that speaks of Love, Love in all its purity, all its glory.
Oh Bristol Channel, I hear your silence loud and clear.
We are at peace…
Beautiful Storm – A Short Story
I recently went on a short trip to Falmouth in Cornwall; a truly beautiful part of the world. It just happened to coincide with the UK being battered by some ferocious storms. Indeed, it was the weather in Falmouth that inspired me to write this little story. As the days passed however, I learned that the rain in some areas had been so relentless, that homes and businesses had been flooded and people were in despair. There was also some loss of life due to falling trees. With all this in mind, I had second thoughts about posting this blog. However, after giving it careful consideration, I’ve decided to go ahead and post because everything has context, and I believe that the people who read my work will understand this and will also understand the context in which this post is written…so here goes…
Yesterday you were so calm and beautiful; you reflected the sun’s rays with such grace and elegance. But today you are angry, in fact, I’ve never seen you so angry. Along with your partners in crime, the wind and the rain, you have battered and lashed the coastline with such venom. What are you trying to tell us? Why do you protest?
The sea replied…
Beauty lives everywhere! The problem lies not with the elements. The problem lies with the human trait of judging everything as being good or bad. Until humans learn to see things exactly as they are, instead of being favourable or unfavourable, your species will continue to suffer.
So, look again my human friend, and gaze upon the most beautiful of storms.
The Leaf That Fell From The Tree
Don’t weep for me
The leaf that fell from the tree
I was once looking down
But now, down I lie
I’m preparing to die
But don’t weep for me
The leaf that fell from the tree
I turned brown and I fell down
But I’m only in transition
I’m in my rightful position
To get a bit moshed, and
a bit squashed
Or, I may dry and crumble
If the rain clouds don’t rumble
I feed the earth
She gives me life anew
It’s only a matter of time
Before I again enjoy the view
Resplendent in green
Surveying the scene
So come, human
Admire my hue
I only experience the same process as you
We live and we die
But there’s no need to cry
We both adorn the wheel of illusion
And, our being is as One, eternal
Weep not, but praise Mother Nature
I’m replenished, I’m offspring
I’m “Of the Spring”
Weep not, but embrace the joy
Weep not for me
The leaf that once fell from the tree
Photo by Hiwa Ali: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-leaf-2364633/
My Name Is Grief
I’ve tinkered with the text for this latest post. It seems a bit small
but there doesn’t appear to be a way to increase the size so this will
probably be a one-off.
My name is grief I am much maligned I am misunderstood Perceived as a bringer of pain and suffering
I constantly knock on your door But you won't let me in You won't listen to my message I want to bring you joy But you turn me away
I want to show you my true nature But you resist...
Just relax Take my hand Follow me
Let me take you on a journey To the depths of your soul There you will find the seat of love Where hearts meet There you will blend as one With those your soul weeps and yearns for
I am your friend Trust me My name is grief
Photo by MART PRODUCTION: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-sitting-on-floor-with-arms-around-knees-7277897/
What Would I Do Without You?
What would I do without you?
If you were not my everything, and I yours
Where would I seek solace?
Who would lick my wounds?
Would it be better I seek to grasp the air
than seek happiness?
Would I be destined to wander the barren wilderness
that knows not Love?
What would I do without you?
Oh pervader of all
Our Oneness is such
That I never have to ponder such questions
For with the same inevitability
That rain, falling from the heavens
must surely kiss the earth
So must I, one day
Return to the chamber of your loving heart
And there, rest my weary soul in the silence












