it must have been love

Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, there’s air of silence
In the bedroom and all around
Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away
It must have been love but it’s over now
It must have been good but I lost it somehow
It must have been love but it’s over now
From the moment we touched ’til the time had run out
Make-believing we’re together
That I’m sheltered by your heart
But in and outside I’ve turned to water
Like a teardrop in your palm
And it’s a hard winter’s day, I dream away
It must have been love but it’s over now
It was all that I wanted, now I’m living without
It must

My goldfish died

On Sunday I bought two goldfish

On monday they were fine

On Tuesday I fed them both

Next day one had died

I .pondered on the mystery

Of death afterlife soul deep

Where do the good goldfish go

When their body has gone limp

Do they go to goldfish heaven

Do bad goldfish go to hell

I guess I will never ever know

Which is just as well

Still my goldfish died

And being a poet light

Write the requiem to a fish

Wishing all fish all right

My eternal grief

My eternal grief

Is to ruminate in disbelief

On the paradoxes in my brain

Infatuations with pain again

To miss love and miss friends

When opted for goodbyes and hasty ends

When taking to love a knife

Cutting in two my love life

To know I will miss my friend

Yet pride and arrogance refuse to bend

Build up my eternal grief

Be alone quitely weep

Oh Angry Women

Oh Angry Women

Angry what I did

When I said I am sorry

Replied we are not kid

Oh Angry Women

So pure and so pretty

Inspiration for a song

A poem limericks or ditty

Oh Angry Women

Cheeks aflush and flared

When I try apologise

I am a deer who is glared

Oh Angry Women

I know you love me so

Secretly read all my poems

Think I do not know

Oh Angry Women

Quick to anger and to try

I know your good books open

With a laugh and sorry sigh