Ditch.Rats
4.May 2025

Running out from under my nails,
They spread across the keys, randomly.
Music from old bones, alone.
My coffee cup hung, then danced one.

A Canadian goose pulled a barrel, a French squirrel,
Sat on the Western oaken saddle with a paddle.
Stroking smoke, poured from tail to sail.
One frog held on to an U.S. orca.

The orca hummed psalms in tongue of bells.
While clouds stitched trousers from thunder.
A beetle, briefcase in hand,
Negotiated silence with the stars.

Green and red, favourite colours today.
Smudging paper, so reading, no way.
News that the king had lied, was fried,
By breakfast eggs on legs,  hiding, dyed,
By themselves, cracking cynically.

I picked up my c-plus, leaving what must.
What must!
What must be on the side of not to be seen.
Politics make me itch,

They are rich.
Like singing wires
With ditch rats..

Sometimes
10 May 20#*


Sometimes your ache for freedom ,
Takes mine.

Sometimes 2 nickels,
Make a dime
,
Sometimes ,nothing makes any  sense.  
I'm sitting on the fence,

Sometimes.......

Sometimes.

The Returning
13 May 2025

There is a hush beneath the stars,
A pull not forward—but back.
Not to undo, not to forget—
But to arrive where we began.

We scatter like seeds on wind-blown hills,
Chasing wonder, chasing will.
But always, always something calls—
A whisper older than the fall.

It isn’t youth we seek again,
Nor glory, nor the roar of men—
But balance in the turning tides,
The place the river meets the sky.

The trees remember. The rocks still hum.
The quiet knows where we are from.
And love—unchanging, yet undone—
Draws every soul back to the One.

So let me walk this last long mile
Not with regret, but with a smile.
For what I am has always been
Held in the arms of the returning.

Dance and Sway
15 May 2025.

When we're not ready to dance and sway
We'll make love another day.  

Open new page, draw the line
We can simply take our times.

Something we well know.
Always better, soft and slow  

There's no hurry to run and rush.
Take the rabbit,shake the bush.

At our sweet age delay ok.
I'm yours, everyday,
Anyway,  anyway!

Love, Hate, Anher,
February 2025

Scorch the earth,  
Blister the Fire,
Flame the Wayer.

Love to the highest degree

Cheaters Need a Lie to Bed On

Cheaters need a lie to bed on,
A quilt of falsehood finely spread.
Their whispers weave a fragile fabric,
Where hollow dreams dare rest their head.

Each thread is spun from fleeting shadows,
Each stitch a secret, sharp and thin.
But lies, though soft in their beginning,
Soon unravel from within.

The weight of truth, a restless burden,
Presses heavy on the frame.
And though they think their bed eternal,
It’s set alight by sparks of shame.

For honesty, though slow to waken,
Carries with it steady might.
And darkness flees when it is met with
The piercing dawn of morning light.

Seduction
21 January 2024

That quiet smile, delay of time,
Poet’s mile, says you’re mine.
Noon hour past, wine full glass.
I’m here waiting lovely lass.
That rhythmic rhyme sings life to life,
Marriage, blessed more than twice.