The Devil's Darning Needle

The devil's darning needle

she is named

and for this legend 

she is famed

So take heed

of this indeed:-

Daydreamer do not slip

into a sleep

beside a shady stream

As the damselflies

will stitch your eyes

while you lie and dream

 Children do not lie just

do as you're told

 Wives be fearful - do not

 nag and scold

Husbands do take care 

never to cuss - never to swear

Young ladies please do not pry 

and never mix with gossips

 Or the evil dameselfly

will stitch up your lips

ⒸRose

 

Little Green Apples

Under a dappled sky

the smell of promising rain

permeates jaded thoughts

on the little mound of soil

under the apple tree

The wings of a parakeet

agitate the leaden air

stirring the branches

above the little parasol 

of emerald shade

There forbidden fruit

coyly hide beneath 

green leaves, waiting

patiently to harvest

their rosy blushes

from the gentle kisses

of the summer sun

ⒸRose

 

Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

No one Hears

everyone listens

but nobody hears

a cheek glistens

with silent tears

shouting won't make

a blind man see

crying won't ease

the misery

colours are fading

turning to grey

shadows are braiding

the last light of day

a monochrome halo

hangs in the sky

the scornful echo

of a seagulls cry

night keeps its vigil

so paint your dreams

amongst clouds dismal

a miracle gleams

night brings its silence

that deadens and deafens

night brings its own sentence 

........nobody listens.......

ⒸRose

For-get-me-not

pretty spring flowers

forget-me-nots grow paler

how arid the soil

ⒸRose

Precious Moments

Tears don't wash away

the memories

they are merely 

a drop

in the ocean

of endless tides

that swell and spill

then gently kiss

the sun bleached

sands of time

 Endless tides,

eternal verities,

yesterdays truths

that a thousand moons

have been witness to

Precious moments,

cherished memories

that swell and spill

over the golden

sands of time

ⒸRose    

It's A Kind Of Magic

I'm looking for the magic

the kind that makes a blind person see

It's never where you think you'll find it -

never where you think it may be 

It's the magic that ripples the soul

like raindrops on a placid pond

A magic that lifts the spirit

like a mist on mountains far beyond

It's the magic reflected on a still lake

mirroring the blue sky

The magic essence of a green forest

where dappled shadows lie

It's a magic you will find but

once in a lifetime

Like the magic I felt

when your eyes met mine

ⒸRose    

  

From Snafu to Fubar

There is no black and white

if the land is splattered with

blood

Littered with bodies

bleeding through the cracks

of the parched earth

Souls struggling to escape

the death rattle

of hatred, rage, torture

Brother against brother

making war so that there

may be peace

Psychological manipulation

be brave and kill your brother

for this is not murder

it is war

a combat mission

A suicide misssion

a fool's errand

It is black and white

kill or be killed

the ultimate sacrifice

The war culture

the culture of death

Here nobody wins..

Thou shalt not kill

 ⒸRose