Those types of dreams are always the best and I never want to wake up from them.

But then again…   I’d never get to see the beautiful day in store for me.

Piffle the Cat

My cat came to me in a dream last night, he needed my love and my reassurance that things would be okay.

His name was Patches, but he answered to Piffle and he was a sook and a cuddler.

My cat came to me in a dream last night, he never deserved to go the way that he did. no-one did. you see, he was killed by vicious dogs at the front door of his home

He never did learn to fight only to run But he wasn’t fast enough that day, he was getting a little old.

My cat came to me in a dream last night, I told him I loved him and he told me the same, for it was twenty years ago that he was taken away to the very day.

My Mum

I love my Mum, I always do, always have,   always will.

She’s always joining dots, but never quite getting the picture.

So we’re always drawing those pictures, Dad and me.

Framing them, and hanging them on the walls, for Mum to see.

I love Mum! Everybody does. She’s such a loving, lovable, caring and wonderful human being. God, I love her.

White Space

Here I sit, at my word pro,

the white space staring me down, but not out.

I experiment, juxtaposing pseudo-random words into pretentious, premeditated poetry.

Then with an afflatus, words flow, whispered by my muse, into lines and stanzas.

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