All Flesh is Grass

The horse bit his master,How came this to pass?He heard the good pastor say –“All flesh is grass”. annonymouse

Little Heart

Little heart Little heart floating on the wind amongst the autumn leaves tossing in the air. The sunshine knows you’re there. The birds and clouds they know. But to noone else you show where you go when you are a little low m.joy

Hope is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all And sweetest, in the gale – is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm I’ve heard it in the chillest […]

Shambhala

You came.. and a silky rain flourished under the yellow leaves Today I went out on the balcony and i saw cyclamens bloom On the edge of the clouds the smallest ligtning was crying your name Listen! listen to the rain For an old tale talks and it is true you know like the old […]

Robert Louis Stevenson

The Lamplighter My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It’s time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at teatime and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street. Now Tom would be a driver and Maria […]

Kew Gardens (after the gates had shut)

Over the wall, softly, quickly tumbling thru’ the leafy fullness landing deep in a silvery blue fragrance. Shade and light flowing towards you – where spangled fronds flip jewels of moisture The sound of bells carries in the wind. One dragonfly swims someplace down a dusty sunbeam. m.joy (written while living in London at the […]

Spirit

Spirit You may have stashed away your spirit in a dark corner of a dark cupboard in a dark room in a dark house on a dark street in a dark town (on a dark night) because… so many different reasons probably because it hurt but somewhere – it is still lying there sparkling, waiting, […]

Watercolor

Sunrise Woke with unknown expectation and pushed the window ajar. my cat arrived and with excitement we listened to the chorus of birdsong exploding outside and felt the cool air I know if i could see beyond the trees i could see the sunrise and it would be very beautiful but through the trees i […]

A Midsummer’s Night Dream

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Kids who are Different

From http://members.tripod.com/~patricia_f

little green road sweeper in Paris

In the dark Just a spark, Small and green, Barely seen, Wizzing here Wizzing there, Hoovering up the dirt and muck, like a little busy ant, but noisy like an elephant. Lights go on around the square… birds, flap their wings, somewhere, someone sings. Time to go People coming, Disappearing, hoovering, humming. m.joy […]

Random words on a fridge door

concrete electric dazzle lasting impressions and silhouettes old songs paint visions of.. one’s own sweet time sense, nonsense, feelings color; black, white, green glorious harmony almost always music, you m.joy

Spike Milligan – Bump

Bump Things that go ‘bump’ in the night Should not really give one a fright. It’s the hole in each ear That lets in the fear, That, and the absence of light! Spike Milligan

‘Gentle rain’ by Shambhala

I am very honoured that a photograph i took a little while ago was used to express these beautiful words by ‘Shambhala’ βροχούλα Ήρθες… Κι άνθισε μια μεταξωτή βροχή κάτω απ’ τα κίτρινα φύλλα. Σήμερα, βγήκα στο μπαλκόνι κι είδα κυκλάμινα ν’ ανθίζουν στην άκρη των νεφών. Η πιο μικρή αστραπή ψέλλιζε το όνομά σου. […]

Far from the city

Far from the city thinking, lying here on my dusty student bed a corner of sky through my window night air disturbed by a crafty fox rummaging though the bins, of what i am missing. Dreaming of shady lanes on a rustling autumn day, a bite in the air, winter threatening summer lingering … smelling […]