Pale Blue Morning…

In the
pale blue of morning,
before the sun casts it’s light,
when the day is near to breaking,
although still grasped by night.
The air seems filled with promise,
as if sharing a secret or two,
for
in the pale blue of morning,
all things possible,
could come
to you.
LadyP©2013

Penpusher…

I’m penpusher pen,
from heavens knows when
and who knows where I live?
but, … despite any finer details,
there’s something I like to give.
I share on WordPress
in a way I love best,
my poems do the talking
for me.
In this way,
‘tis all or nothing
and I love to comment,
you see,
as thy words are compelling,
thy photo’s should be selling,
thy paintings truly impress,
I spend so much time
viewing them online,
pen-pushing suffers,
I duly confess.
LadyP©2013

pen-pusher
( pen-pushers plural ) , penpusher If you call someone a pen-pusher, you mean that their work consists of writing or dealing with documents, and does not seem very useful or important.
(BRIT) n-count

I sometimes wonder at myself, …  all or nothing, should be my byword.
Which my ‘friend’ in London found out when I tried to ‘find’ myself in a new relationship. He wanted all, so he ended up with nothing.  I love to share thoughts and ideas, and sometimes I may reach out and scare people silly with my instinctive and sometimes daft comments (some mis-typed but I’ve never claimed to be perfick!!) .  I hope to be on WordPress for a long while to come…Google+ seems to be calling some, (I have an account too, but I feel more at home here,  therefore I usually Google+ my updates and recommendations)  So, that’s it… that’s all I have to say… excepting I’ve been feeling a tad unsettled of late… mayhap it’s the fact that ‘old faithful’, my kettle is on his last legs… and may need replacing soon.    xxx

Transformation…

  
‘Twas an old leather tome
left forgotten and alone,
muttering long at it’s decay.
‘Twas Magic you see,
had a destiny but
all it did was sit,
all
   day.   
Ye olde leather tome
knew if it wanted to roam,
matters needed taking in hand.
So it searched it’s full pages,
which seemed to take ages,
as the runes proved hard to
understand.
Ye Olde leather book,
found the spell, thence it took
due care to speak magic words well.
Forsooth, it’s form changed,
to a Dragon rearranged,
now in a Mountain
top cave
doth it 
dwell…
LadyP©2013

A Duet…

Money and happiness
may not mean the same,
neither linked in a duet
as sunshine after rain,
but when you’re lacking
either of these two,
can money oil the way
letting happiness
squeeze
through?
LadyP©2013

I have never believed that money buys happiness,  but I am a believer in the thought that money can help ease the way along life’s highway. Lack of money can cause problems, health wise and mental wise, through worry and stress.  Been there, done that… The cost of living?… Methinks ‘tis what you make of it, testing your inner mettle and finding pure gold of spirit….   xx

Little Earth…

A Lullaby
  Don’t you worry little one,
don’t fret so,  have you
never felt my glow?
I’ve kept you safe
from harms way,
kept dark nightmares at bay,
held you tight so you can rest,
so, goodnight little one,
oh so blessed…
LadyP©2013