Crisp Christmas breeze and family letters
Bright coloured lights and warm fuzzy sweaters
Christmas trees all decorated with bling
These are a few of my favorite things
Secret gift meetings and last minute shopping
Playing Santa and house party hopping
Singing along as the Christmas choir sings
These are a few of my favorite things
Creamy rum sauce and warm baked ham slices
Air filled with cinnamon, nutmeg and spices
Presents and family, holiday mornings
These are a few of my favorite things
When the crime soars
When the road stinks
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY

A million teardrops
Washing away pains
Too hard to bear
With a smile
A thousand laughs
Echoing the joys
Of life and love
Passing of time
A hundred hugs
Comfort and support
From loving arms
And caring hearts
Dozens of kisses
Bonding one to another
An intimate lock
Of two souls
A handful of loves
Brief flashes of emotion
Each one unique
And still dear
Just one heart
Surviving the world
Alone in its love
Within these walls
- Done for Poetry Thursday

As I close the door
And turn out the lights
My breath begins to slow
As my eyes adjust
To the warm safe glow
The red washing over me
The ticking heartbeat
And a slow drip rhythm
Mark the passage of time
Faint chemical perfume
On the icy cold air
Breathing life into my soul
Enlarging the mind
Eyes and mouth smile
As appears a glossy pride

The first,
A silent stare
Behind a curtain -
Never seen.
Afraid to trust,
Unsure of self,
Protect me
is your cry.
The next,
A virtual contact -
Smiling warmth
Everyday…

There’s a door
With a lock;
Only one holds the key
A door
To a place
Far deep within me
This door
In a wall
Is the only way in
The door
Blocks the way
But for one with the will
Face the door -
Move towards
Secrets that lie deep inside
Through the door,
Lies my heart
With nothing left to hide
But a door
Needs a push
If you want to see through
Past a door…

these feet
delicately glide
deftly guide
my life
these legs
solidy support
sexily entwine
my spirit
this hand
lightly caresses
tightly holds 
my love
this skin
softly embraces
smoothly shields
my world
this heart
deeply adores
sweetly controls
my soul
Done for Poetry Thursday

I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of synaesthesia (the linking of senses, e.g. hearing music when looking at paintings)…

I hear a voice
A lone voice above the din
Clearly without shouting
It rises with the light
A voice
That speaks of love
For self and brother
Reminders of what is true
This voice
Cries out for truth
Justice for the blood
Spilt by hand and might
The voice
No longer just the one
They blend together
A chorus too many knew
I hear a voice
The voice of a people
Of their hearts and souls
Out of many, one voice

Peeling away
The finite layers
Built over the years
Seeking, searching
For the core
The original centre
But what happens
If after the layers
There is nothing
Absorbed, or faded
Just gone

Time is a concept;
Measured in seconds,
Minutes, hours, days -
Can seem like forever.
Carved out in stone?
All relative it seems.
A year or a decade
Can pass with a breath…