She always seemed unbeatable
With boldness carried on
Defiant smiles and laughter
We’ll miss her now she’s gone
She always seemed unbeatable
With boldness carried on
Defiant smiles and laughter
We’ll miss her now she’s gone

Crowded in a thought surround
Bombarded into sleep
I can’t contain them in the main
As they wave and quietly creep
Do thoughts have ears to listen
Or, eyes to paint ideas
Why then such a rapid dump
On my synergistic lean veneers
Active when uncalled-for
Interrupting smart solutions
Falling like confetti rain
When swept away cannot remain
My perfect picture window shines
Prominent figments on my wall
A flawless stream of grayscale
Whose distant memories, I recall
Harking back to bygone days
In roaring twenties style
Something opulently Gatsby
Like Scott Fitzgerald might compile
A vision speaking out to me
How times have slowly rearranged
Thoroughly modern artificial
Hinting times gone by have changed

Strings and threads in flower beds
Braids in the forest glades
Earth divining crosswise intertwining
Growing deep arrayed brocades
Food for thought miscellany
Repairs with flair agronomy
Charming farming life returning
In a realm of soil autonomy
Her messages interpreted
Mother Nature watches on
Each living brood returned as food
New life to build upon

Travelling on the underground
Fifty metres deep
In an empty carriage late at night
Far away from silent sleep
So much emptiness surrounds me
It invades my space in time
As the end-of-line approaches
Where I’ll take the exit climb
Even at this vacant hour
As I go, they’re coming back
Crossing paths with future pasts
Way above that lowdown track
Nothing dicey about a dice
Unless you find them loaded
From a shaken cup exploded
Algorithms make a tidal splice
Simon shuffles life like a deck so grand,
Fifty-two years dealt by fate’s own hand.
Each card a moment, a story to trade,
A royal flush of memories made.
Happy birthday, may your luck never fade!
With every card flipped, a new chance to play,
Jack, queen, and king guide your joyful way.
Through highs and lows, your hand stays smart,
A lifetime of wins, dealt straight from the heart.
Cheers to Simon—let the good times stay!

A child sits waiting, watching
For a moment, not yet known
To draw the eyes in mild surprise
Where seeds of thought are sown
In a state of sensing chance
Unsure, not knowing why
A natural curiosity shapes
To expand a child’s mind’s eye
Movement, shade and colour
Dancing patterns all around
Briefly finding something new
In its sense of sight and sound