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Midnight twigs cored the birch
illuminating wooded church.
In solem thought I wondered not
the chill of Winter's glow.
And never did a coldness in my bones I feel
I never felt the wind.
Taut sheets of icy snow
Sliced in two trees
that would not move
Through spiralling cones of snow,
pirouettes in polar air
I snared the glare of Wolfe n's stare
My wooded church his sacred lair
Through assure eyes my life did pass
When came the leap of lunging cur,
With rippling folds of downey fur
Then a lashing wind,
echoing notes from arequims hymn
Distant bays, like chanting prayers
Easing the glare of the watchman's stare

A November Conversation

"Leafless tree, gray and bare as your mood, you arms thin and frail,

somehow you manage a majestic stance in your loft, as you extend a

crooked limb to warn me of advancing snows.

And with a gust of wind, four limbs, a palm, brush across what seems

to be an ear.

Do you hear the crackle of the upcoming ice or the moaning of a pack

of wolves along a distant timber trail?

You hold no shelter now for your winged friends. Does this make you lonely?

No squirrel now to tickle your back, that scratch that makes you laugh

and shakes your leaves without a single breeze.

And that melody you sing, with your gold coin leaves as they shimmer

from Autumn's breeze, is silent now.

Soon I will see your coat, white, with sleeves of ice.

And I, shivering in the sleet, with skins to keep me warm, will wonder

as you do not make a sound

with your bare feet on the ground.

We speak of these November things, you and I, as each year

rolls around.

You learn of my attention to your roll upon this earth.

And I learn, of all the seasons,

November breeds your worth.

Darling of your eye

To be the darling of your eye
Is the wish of many a guy
In the depths of your hearts to lie
Each other will vie
In a world too fast to be shy
And no amount of money can buy
The feeling under the sky
Being part of a person so high
Counting my each day passing by
For your ardent reply
And perineal supply of love to my life so dry
Under your care I shall lie
Till the day we die
Only to unite in the ever blue sky

ALL OF GOD'S CREATION
IS SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME,
EVERY RIVER, EVERY LAKE,
EVERY OCEAN, AND EVERY SEA;
THE SUNRISES AT DAWN
TO GIVE US THE MORNING LIGHT,
AND THE MOON AND THE STARS IN SPACE
ARE LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE SKY AT NIGHT
THE MOUNTAIN PEAKS
ARE COVERED WITH SNOW,
ABOVE A BEAUTIFUL GREEN MEADOW
IN THE VALLEY BELOW;
THE FLOWERS, THE TREES, THE BIRDS, THE BEES,
THEY ALL DISPLAY BEAUTY, IN THEIR OWN WAY,
IT WAS ALL CREATED BY THE HANDS OF GOD
FOR EACH OF US TO ENJOY EACH DAY;
SO EACH TIME WE SEE A FLOWER BLOOM
EACH TIME A BIRD FLIES BY,
EACH TIME WE LOOK UP TOWARD HEAVEN
AND SEE A RAINBOW IN THE SKY...
...WE MUST REMEMBER...
THAT IT IS GOD WHO DESERVES THE PRAISE!!!

Happy, this can't be is it really you?
Do my eyes decieve me or still see true?
My most beloved, my dearest friend,
I knew not how and I knew not when,
The day would come when we'd meet again,
Still however long I'd wait until then.
Oh joy, on this day how fortune has turned,
And it's been so long the wait for your return.
Sit let me tell you 'bout the things I've seen,
The places I've been, the wisdom I've gleaned.
See since you've been gone the things that I've tried,
About a hundred different ways and times,
To fill the void that you left behind,
But still keep the memory of you alive.
With great sadness I mourned that day when you left,
'Til another love came and gave me rest,
Her name was Pleasure and she showed me the way,
But it never lasted cuz she would never stay.
Then along came another her name was Green,
Stacks as in money, dough, cash, cream,
And she bought me all kinds of material things,
But they just can't replace what Happy brings.
So I searched high and low till Truth came to me,
Made the truth plain to me that you'd never left,
Happy can remain whether sunshine or rain,
All I have to do is choose for myself,
And be happy.
w.b. JS

You all should know, I do love so, that fragrance from, the spot below. That pubic bone, covered with mohn, as life you love, said nether zone. Oh what delight, when every night, I get to sniff it, nose buried tight. Osh Kosh by gosh, you may well nosh, but 'for I get there, please don't wash. That spot-that spot, all pink inside, soft hair all'round, no fungus rot. Some poor girls yes, may think it fine, to air it out, from time to time. But not my sweetie, she knows the sense, of keeping it hidden, till I enter whence. I know my place, yes well enough, is right on top of, that tasty muff. So fellas think, and know you place, with that sweet twat, right on you face.

A little Yorkie puppy looking lost and so alone, she was the smallest one so we decided to take her home. Quiet and still she’d sleep up on the stairs, hidden in the shadows you wouldn’t know she was there.
The quite little puppy is now fully grown, and runs the whole house just as if it were her own! Bossing the cats and our other dog to, she’s always telling them and us all what to do.
Her short little legs posed in a bossy stance, “I want to go out and I don’t care how, so, stop what you’re doing and take me now!”
With steel coloured curls and silky golden hair, she wants what she wants, and doesn’t care. You can almost see her in high heeled shoes, and her paws on her hips as she’s telling you, “I want it now so don’t get cross, just remember my name’s Baby, and Baby’s the Boss!”

As I opened the cardboard box and looked into see, two large round copper coloured eyes, peered up at me, a tiny ball of fluff, a Persian kitten so sweet with a little round head and a long tail to complete.
I picked him up gently, he began to meow wondering, where was his mother, and where am I now? I stroked his cream coloured fur and cuddled him near to comfort and love him and calm him from fear.
From kitten to cat, he still loves to play, and doesn’t seem to mind if it’s night time or day. My companion and friend, I love him with all my heart, we’ll always be together, and never will part.
When I am unhappy, and I cry a tear, He licks my cheek gently as I put my face near, to show his affection, and say “I love you”, I stroke his head gently and say “Billy, I know that you do!”

Driving home, the sun beaming down
highlighting the Quantock foothills
a criss-cross quilt of very small fields
too steep for mechanical ploughs
worked still by man and shire horses

Bright gleaming yellow rape and mustard
interwoven with shades of brilliant green
a paradise for birds nesting in the hedges
tiny dots of white sheep scattered round
deep scarlet red of the fields laid to fallow

Ancient hills stun with captivating beauty
hardwood trees hundreds of years old
spread their sheltering branches wide
casting fat and long shadows ''neath their feet
grassy banks giving shelter to small animals

I gaze with delight filling up my soul
loving the fact these are my hills
that roll and soar around my village
with magical names for each hill
some very bare others full of heather

Reminding me of my native home
Will's Neck and Cothelstone
rearing up above the deep valleys
with nestling lakes and rivers
this place my place till I pass on

for pictures of these beautiful hills check the site below

Moon you serenade me nightly
casting your beaming silvery rays
touching and filling my weary soul
with awesome magical perfection

Watching you in your various phases
crescent sliver you delight and enchant
yet too your half sends heartfelt shivers
as you wax your way to full glowing light

Moon dear moon you rule my senses
as you wane, the sea's tides join you
making my moods shift with your cycles
your whims commanding earth herself

I serenade and worship your beauty
disliking intensely nights you are cloaked
when clouds hid you from earthly sight
then with a peek you emerge triumphant

And now once more my heart rejoices