Being Kind

Shame shimmers at the edges of my love.
A soft hand glides over my waist:
I remember I am a sensual being.

The beat of music is a mismatch:
My body is slow, tender.
I honour the rhythm that is my own.

I must dance to be still;
Be held for muscles to soften;
Gaze at another to see myself.

For the first time I am completely honest
With men I love,
And one in whom I have no interest.

Silly Xmas Limerick

Here is a poem for Christmas.
You can test it for absurdity with litmus!
I've not got the time
To find another rhyme
So I think I'll just say Merry Kissmas!

Am I Not Still

Before you ask me

What is wrong

When I am crying,

Ask yourself

If you wonder

What is right

When I smile.

Before you think

My anger defines

Today

Ask me if

I've also known

Peace.

The fact I have wept

Every day for a year

Has no less or more

Bearing

On how I am

Than my hourly giggles.

If my eyes are not bright

Am I not still

Myself?

Sonnet: Taking A Chance

I repeated the old words too often.
Now shadows of their former potency
Have delivered a still grey fog to me.
It was sent by God I know to soften
Wounds: new, ancient, shallow, deep, wretched sore;
To soothe the guilt of not doing. Being
Is a kiss caress, I am now seeing.
Compelling all the same but much less raw -
I forgot it had slipped; that it's still there.
I wish for baths of many colours: breath
Of green, blue diamond feet; rainbow of death:
Dense earth bones cascading up princess hair.
I surely wish to bore you with my dance:
This is the deepest dive, the biggest chance.

Hurly Pearly Limerick

There once was a lady named Pearl
Whose favourite thing was to twirl.
She thought it was a winner
To do it after dinner
But it made her fall over and hurl!

Global Codependence and the Old Myth

The world is going to end

The world is going to change

We are going to change

We are waiting for a change

Something big

Something sudden

A big bang

A new messiah

Something to lift us

Something to save us

From the mess 

We have created

For ourselves.

If only enough people

Will believe

In one moment

One belief

The world will change.

Of course

The chosen few

Will ascend

To new levels

Of denial of the dark

While others are left 

To feel their feelings

For them.

Some will live

Some will die

Most will just carry on.

Someone will get to say

I told you so

And won't we all

Be better off for that.

Children terrified by the myth

Will draw a breath,

Learn that 

Part of humanity

Is the need to believe

The need to be saved

And maybe the big change

So many hope for

Will be

An awakening to the idea

That the only one

Can save you

Is yourself.

Simple Things

Simple.
Such simple things.
A hand to hold;
A smile,
A wave:
Simple things make a day worthwhile.

Teaching,
Learning,
It's never too late to try.
A hug of comfort
Changes a life;
Love makes it easy
To be kind.