~ The Voice ~
Alan Rickman 1946 – 2016
I feel as if I only had you
for a brief moment,
and now,
you
have
gone.
Somewhere out in
vast mystical wasteland,
there is vibration new ~
a chocolate velvet
clustered sound ~
floating ~
suspended ~
by
light ~
you belong to many
yet to no one at all…..
nothing could be
more right…..
Enjoy the Mystery.
Fantasy of an Old Girl
There is a playground
in my comedic soul,
where heart and bone,
muscle and blood
come together like
Cow jumping over Moon….
pirouetting like a deer.
Little dogs do always laugh
when I lollop on by,
trying to catch a
dishy old dish and
spooning round spoon….
Ah…. an ageing old girl
catches the tail of that moon;
It’s the quickest way to heaven.
Dedicated to Peter Thompson, The Old Boy
It seems they enjoyed them…
the sweet peas which actually,
I didn’t buy for them.
I never do you see
for selfishly, I thought I would
enjoy them myself.
Shocked I was…. stunned
with jaw dropped, seeing that they
had actually stripped me bare
of all I had hope for…. overnight.
Let there be no mistaking why
this village is called SNAILWELL!!!
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