Green Angel Poetry

Drift's Universe

 If the world is not your oyster
if it's not your cup of tea
then step into my universe
and come along with me.
The time, it has no meaning
the place, is anywhere
the here and now is all that counts
so go on, pull up a chair.

Drift 28th December 2002

 

Not a lot

It's not a lot that i've got
no, not a lot
but what i've got is a lot
to those that haven't got a lot.
 

Drift 3rd January 2003

 

Feng Shui

When my life felt stale and listless
it got worse day by day
A friend of mine then said to me
have you heard about Feng Shui.
I cleaned my home completely
clearing junk and clutter fast
I moved a couple of ornaments
and things that wouldn't last.
I rearranged my furniture
adding colours here and there
and now my life is beautiful
I am full of love and care.

Drift 3rd January 2003

 

Dreamland

 Sometimes when i'm dreaming
in a place i've never been
I feel the strangest feelings
and see things I 've never seen.
I see the clouds they float around
up in the coloured sky
and little beings down below
pass each other by
I never feel my hunger
I never seem to tire
and sometimes if i'm lucky
I float up higher and higher
The time it has no meaning
there is no slow or fast
I cannot see a future
I cannot see a past
The present is the only thing
that matters in Dreamland
and if you have a dream tonight
i'm sure you'll understand.
 

Drift 3rd January 2003

 

Weather

How soft the raindrops gently fall
upon my ageing skin
How bright the sunlight shines on me
and makes me smile within
How grey the clouds are passing by
the day is closing in
How dark the night has come so quick
what a wonderful day its been.

Drift 3rd January 2003

 

Why fairies never cry

There was a little fairy
at the bottom of the tree
she was so sweet and pretty
for everyone to see.
I went up close to look at her
I thought that she'd be glad
but when I looked right at her
she seemed so very sad.
When I asked her what was wrong
she looked into my eyes
she said that it was awful
that a fairy cannot cry.
I said to her "why can't you
go on, just let it out"
she turned her head away from me
and looked so full of doubt
"It's not my job to look so glum
my job is just to smile
but sometimes it gets far too much
and crying's not my style"
So she bottled up her feelings
and put a brave face on
she flew up to the rainbow
and my fairy, she was gone.

Drift 28th December 2002