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Red like the paint on your fingertips and lips,
Like your cheeks in the cold when you were whole, not this.
Now here you lie lifeless, broken and bleeding,
And I sit with wounded and heavy heart grieving,
As this same luscious red flows like sap from a tree,
Seeping slowly into the floor and the cracks underneath,
And your body, these four walls, the ceiling, my hands,
All stained with the colour, now isn't DEATH grand?
Just look what I've created it's as fine as rare art,
Because you are my masterpiece, you are the star.
So alluring like an abstract painting but in fact,
Not difficult to decipher so no one will ask,
"What is the meaning?" No, by far this is my best,
Handiwork dressed as new, something fresh.
The drapes, this whole space, the sheets and the bed,
All the colour of you beautiful lady in red!
J.S.

They won't say I'm supine,
Cuz I've made up my mind.
There's no thought more sublime,
If only you were mine!
So as long as there's still time,
I'll keep towing the line,
I'll just keep on trying,
Some day you'll be mine!
J.S.

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

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

First Written: 7th January 1997
Published in hard back book “Light of The World” and also recorded on “Poetry To Music” via The International Library of Poetry Autumn 1997.

When in Life you feel in total despair and the pain inside seems too much to bear, STOP!,
and think for just a while of how beautiful is the fragrance and colours of the flowers we see,
Trees brought to life by the wind that blows, the glisten of the white crystals so delicate when it snows.


The sunshine giving warmth and the light in the day,
Little animals contented and happy at play.
Rivers that flow and the seas rushing tide, woods and fields spreading so far and wide, hills and mountains reaching so high like strangely shaped giants towards the open sky.

Your family and friends there to lend a helping hand, the rich colour of the golden sand.
There are all of these things and so much more for you and I and for us all.

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!”

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!”

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.

Thank You very very much GOD. That you give it to me a gift a 59 years to live in your wonderful creation World. And give another 59 years to celebrate my special day today........Thank YOU am still her And thank you to my family also. Tank You very very much GOD. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOElace

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