KITTY ON A MAT

by  Trish  2013

I was asleep in my corner, all alone,
when a sudden urge, drove me to roam,
into strange byways, places all new,
but once there, I knew not what to do!

As I pondered, on my unknown fate,
thought on my very own, fish filled plate,
an event occurred, that. left me, purple, and red,
and wishing I was  home, being lovingly fed. .

Beneath my paws a mat appeared,
I in fright, gave a horse like rear,
as the mat took flight, with me upon it,
and off I went, like a sunlit comet.

Now it may seem hard, to believe,
but, really I had no need to grieve,
for it seems I was at home, all along,
and nothing as I feared, had gone wrong.

It seems, I left not my corner, safe and sound,
I was never lost and never found.
Even so, there's an image in my sleepy head,
of a ride on a mat, that turned me to purple-red!.

Trish  1/3/13

THE PLAYGROUND WORLD

Little folk over all the world,
look kindly on this little girl,
see her in a loving light,
one that shines day and night.

Smile at her when passing by,
especially when you hear her sigh.
Little ones of all the world,
smile upon this little girl.

Trish  2013

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MY GARDEN

I planted blue lobelia, at our front gate,
watered them every day, I could hardly wait,
to see their little faces raised to the sun,
I was so excited, as was everyone.

One long night, dark as dark, I heard a sound,
then someone say "Let's take them, from the ground,
we'll put them in gold goblets on the table of our guests,
or weave them into our hair which ever looks best."

My blue lobelia, planted at our front gate,
were surely the only thing, of any worth to take,
I listened, very carefully to soft sounds outside,
if I peeped through the window, they'd run and hide!

I wanted to stay there forever, to catch the tiniest glimpse.
It seemed there was to be a wedding, for a fairy or prince.
At last my eyelids grew heavy, I could not stay awake,
I wished them to have my lobelia, even if my heart did break.

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by  Trish  2013

She didn't play games like others do,
she'd say, welcome today, and tomorrow shoo!
One day the pendulum swung, for the last time,
it said, a final farewell to that she devil's whine.

Trish  2013

MAGICAL FISH

by  Trish  2013

Magical Fish in this sea,

come, oh come, away with me.

To distant lands, a different life,

oh make me, your beloved Fish Wife.

One day we'll see, come into view,

a jewelled Fish Palace, meant for us two.

A place filled, with the richest treasure,

love beyond all, and any measure.

Trish  2913

DREAM PLACE

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GOING IN ALL DIRECTIONS

DARK AND LATE

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PORTRAIT

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DETACHMENT

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CONFUSION

DISSOLVING

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PETAL BY PETAL

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'BORN AGAIN'  by  Trish  2013

'SEEING RED'  by  Trish

SHADOWS

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UNEARTHED

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SYMBOL

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CATHERINE

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STARK

MESSY MISS

DOOR WAYS

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AN EXOTIC GARDEN

'An Exotic Garden'  by  Trish

KICKING UP A STORM

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STAYING CLOSE

LOOKING INTO

TURNIP TOP

REFLECTING ON IT ALL

DO YOU LOVE ME?

NO!!

SILENCE

TOYLAND

THE MISSING EYE

LITTLE LOOPS

RAJAH

LUV

Oi, oi, oi, you are so lovable
Oi, oi, oi, you are so huggable,
Don't think of holding back,
just turn your head and thwack!

No matter what, you say or do,
I'll never ever let go of you
So don't act disinterested and dumb,
I'm ya woman! not your bleedin mum!!.

Trish   9/2/13

MYSTERY

'Mystery'  by Trish  2012

The days were long, and nights dark,
yet still I hear your words and laugh.

Trish  7/2/12

A FINE LINE

How can there be
a shiver, in steel?
Or a sharp blade,
created to cut dead,
time's wonder,
or bleak words crafted,
to penetrate, pierce,
the heart, explode,
dreams and goals?
Still, there was?
something?
A heart beat of hope.

Trish   7/2/13

DON'T ASK

This Rose  by  Trish   2012

Don't reach for my hand, it trembles at touch.
Ask not for anything, in case it should be given,
given unwillingly, and could there be worse than that?
Of course, there is worse, but, what could that be?

Trish   2013

BUTTERFLY BEAT

'Is It So?'  by  Trish  2013

I awoke to myself, surrounded by butterflies.
Perhaps,I thought, in their flutter, is a gift,
that dissolves sadness, aloneness, all, this,
in their delicate, dance, of forward flutter?

Is there a strangeness to my thinking? Perhaps.
However, I have learned to enjoy, strangeness.
And another thing, if I'm right, about  the butterfly,
all, that is flowing past me, flows towards me?

I awoke surrounded by the beat of butterfly, wings.
They wore eyes of fire, to ward off danger, and,
clicked as they fanned the sun, and its crystal light,
slowly into unknown places, of sounds and life.

Trish   2013

HUSH

'Hug Me Please'  by  Trish

This afternoon, as I rested on my soft small bed,
I reflected, as streaks of sunlight, warmed my face,
brushed my sleepy eyelids, I pondered,
and then slowly slipped, fell, into deepest reverie.

Once it was my bones that fell into that nowhere hush,
stripped bare, left to become white as driven snow.
But, the tick of time, polished them,
to an ivory gleam, and the tock of  pure taste,
carved their bent shape into a fine filigree of art.

Next, it was my word that  fell into the nowhere silence,
and all I did, for a lifetime, was to click my tired tongue,
and listen to the bong, bong, bong toll, of its resonance,
listen to the nowhere silence.

Finally I opened my mouth, it echoed like an empty cave,
the echo was naked and solitary, stripped of colour,
rhythm and taste, for all, but the reverent toll of resonance,
that resounded from the click, click of my first silent word.

Trish   2013


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