A love in verse

The Garden

Performed by

Stepping out from the wooden shed

Before me’s the garden (and then the house)

There's every shade, from deepest red-

To delicate yellow- she has the nous

To grow great flowers and it’s inbred

Her dear late mother had the gift

- The gardens she made in those days long dead!

Now this, as handsome, makes my heart lift


The Dalai Lama Speaks to Me

The Dalai Lama speaks to me:

“You need Nirvana – Freedom, see?

No longer one...

Bright Star

Late night’s long to come – don’t care

For God wiling I’ll be there 

Looking at my lady love...