成人快手

Anchor me to a rock

For here I wish to stay.

On an island

Seclusion is for me.


From early morn

To late at night.

My view is of the bay

Enchanting is the scene

Paradise I found

Is here.


To the west of the isle

Calgary bay

White sands

And the

Atlantic Ocean

Here I can play.



Saturday morn

Shopping on main street

Quiet is the scene

As the bay opposite

Can testify

The wee boats

Moored - sleeping.



No hectic pace of life

Nor angry voices of in-patience

These things I shall not miss

For life is precious

And here I can live.


So anchor me

To a rock

Solid in foundation

As my Aquarian status

Depicts

Water all around

Now you can leave

For I have found

成人快手 is here

On an isle called 'Mull'.



By



isle poet

漏 Copyright 2008

How wonderful is the night sky
As you unfold
Your mystique charms
Winter nights with stars so bright
Dark and mysterious
Yet have no fear.

Hilltops in the distance
Darkened by your presence
Salute your every being
No clouds in sky
Just your enchanting display
As I gaze up in awe
At such a charming foray.

Will you be here tomorrow?
I ask of you please
Your radiance a joy to behold
Like a partner of heart
Never to be found

Seek from knowledge
Will I find out?
The truth
Perhaps I will never
Know why
Only you see me
From the sky
As I sit alone
Quiet is the night
As you unfold
Your mystical
Charms.

Isle poet 漏 2008

Where are you from?

I wonder

As I gaze upon

Your mangled sight.



Washed ashore

On rocks

So harsh

Even the pain

Of neglect

You must endure.













Did you travel

The oceans so vast

Or perhaps only

A wee local

Cast adrift.



Whatever your origins

A tale I'm sure

You can tell

As you soak up

The midday sun

On our rocky shore

May you stay a while

And enjoy

This wee isle

We call 'Mull'.



By



island poet

漏 Copyright 2008

As the curtain and doors

Now closed in your room

Escape to the seclusion

Here within your book.


Fire now lit

To keep out the cold

Curled up on a sofa

Now you lay

Book in hand

And here you stay.


Candles flicker

Throughout the room

Shapes of many in size

As if dancing in unison

They are at your command.


And so the aroma

From a warm

Candle lit base

Wafts throughout the room

Is it the aroma

Which makes you weep?

Or that of the book

You now read?


Think not of outdoors

Not of the moonlit night

As it shines your house so bright

And yet a short while earlier

The sky was of wind and rain

Such is the power

Of a moonlit night.


Think not of the dog

Outstretched in front of the fire

Nor that of the cat

For he, no doubt

Will be curled up

Asleep on your bed.


Think only of the book

Before you now

And of the novel

You now read

As it captivates

Your mind.


The aroma of the candles

Eager to search a place

If only the door was open

Aroma drift by stealth

A scent of beauty

Will linger from

Room to room.


As eyes feel so tired

Your bed awaits

Where for some

Dreams are made

And so to sleep

You shall be.


Think not of the fire

Which once warmed

This cosy room

For its flickering heat

Will soon be dead.


And yet the aroma

Shall linger a wee

While longer

Instead.

By

island poet - Copyright 2008

Whilst all around you

Feel the storm

Of wind and rain

That do battle

For superiority

Against this

Wee land.







You remain strong throughout

Displaying the colours

Pleasing to see

No need of battles

Your position

Is safe.




A wee sprinkle of sunlight

Is all that you ask

To allow your growth

The giver of life.




Whilst many

Remain indoors

It is pleasing to see

My short walk

On this wee isle

Was not in vain.


By

island poet 漏 Copyright 2008

Tell me - you will come back - for me?

Then I shall - let go ....

How the Autumn leaf

Awaits the fall

Of so many.



Discarded are they

Cast off along the way

Of roads and pavements

And often blocking drains.









Nature needs

To shed it's old

No longer needed

Discard the old.



Soon the trees

Will be barren

And cold

Darkened

By day

Evil by night.



Soon the

Autumn leaf

Shall no longer be

In sight.



By



island poet

漏 Copyright 2008

We all have decisons - in life




Some are more urgent - than others.

It may be good to talk.





However, I prefer to 'blog'.

Nuture through nature

If only the

Autumn leaf

would stay a

Wee while longer.







Embrace the colours

Carpets of leaves

On footpaths

All can be seen.




And yet to see

Leaves in colour

On trees and bushes

Along the lane

Gaze up

And they constantly

Dazzle you.







Treasure the

Autumn days

For what they bring

And as I wander

Along the lane

My thoughts

Are of

"If only".


By


island poet

漏 Copyright 2008

I recently purchased a HP Mini Notebook - and excellent it is too.

However, I noticed the internal fan appeared to be working overtime - due to the heat build up.

So I decided to take the plunge on 'eBay'.

I purchased a notebook cool pad - and you can see a photo here of what it looks like.





It arrived via recorded delivery on Friday - and I am impressed.

Certainly does cool my note-book and even I enjoy the breeze from its (2) fans - of course there are (2) blue lights to enhance the stand - and late at night - anyone going past my home - would probably think I was having a disco - ah yes fond memories of 'disco's.

One has to open one's wee purse from time to time, and I think it is a wise investment - less than 拢10.