Authorz: Ken e Hall

Love that damned elusive shrinkabelle When boys do love, kiss and tell, The maiden doth nurse a broken heart He shouted loud she was a…

Musicals rattle Skeletons to laughter with Dancing ‘Funny Bones’

Dimmed to infiltrate the forest of the night The single lamp post of the moon, Shines her recycled yesterday’s sunshine, The leaves move in harmony…

…. The seeds of dreamtime dwell in the centre of a child’s spirituality, Natural wisdom’s mindful appreciation of the present moment Presents to their logic,…

Life’s Yesteryear of Yesterday’s Guides your path for today’s parade, It is always today…. tomorrow never comes, When you close the door on yesterday A…

…………………..If I was a painter ………………….a master of repute, ………………A genius of deft strokes ……………to sketch the charcoal base. ………..One thousand years of learning ………………………….need…

No matter how far you sink down No matter how deep the frown, When others around you begin to fall Elude the grip of society’s…

An empty room, the bare table, A lonely solitary letter, In pain, again I read the start. . The words mist in my eyes and…

Life’s experience mould Never holds the shape of wisdom Without hands of time.

Dimmed to infiltrate the forest of the night The single lamp post of the moon, Shines her recycled yesterday’s sunshine, The leaves move in harmony…

Chimney pots coated In silver moonshine, Lamposts dispel moon shadows

The white of fresh glistening snow Copies your soft silken skin aglow, Mirrored reflection of your eyes Blaze the blue afternoon skies Your body’s aurora’s…

Greeting etiquette Entering a cemetery “Good morning every- body”

…………..Poems are only words ……….helping hands to fit the glove ……………. of love for action

Wrinkle wrinkle little star How far from smooth you really are, I’ve wished upon you many times Your only answer is groovy lines, To wrinkle…

X-ray life’s hardwork In the body of evidence Will show no lazy bones

No sunshine on my face, My living death a sad disgrace, No beating of my wings, A throat that never sings. Prostitution of the word…

I so love you when you are near I love your walk with peer, I love How you present yourself to to the world Polish…

Dementia’s realness with no lifeline, The burning desires spills its ashes On reality thru the twilight years. Memories struggle against the power Of the black…

The dawn will bring the daylight to extinguish the night The sun ray’s his love on mother earth, Dusk will bring the darkness to extinguish…