Personally New

At home, alone, reading a book one day. 
Whilst reading this book I found something new. 
I found, on each page, a new would lay,
So incredibly sure of itself too. 
A brand new word, previously unseen. 
A brand new word, previously unheard.
Although, Oxford would say, 'it was reseen!'
And Collin would agree, 'it was reheard!'
Personally, the word was new to me. 
Read, discovered, reread, rediscovered
And added to my vocabulary. 
I've done this with ev'ry word I've observed. 
Yet, whatever I read, observe or do,
I'll always find something person'lly new.

Haiku #6

Seven paths through life

Topped with diamonds, but I'm all

Hearts, I'll never win!

She Keeps My Sleep.

She takes my sleep
Leaving thoughts and dreams,
But not of sheep,
Just of her it seems.

She keeps my sleep,
On purpose i think,
And stole my sheep
With but a wink.

She keeps my sleep
And all the while
My heart she'd reap
With but a smile.

She keeps my sleep
And sheep but despite
This we both leap
For love at first sight.

A Noise In The Night

The head of the stainless steel serpent rhythmically weeps,
It's cries echo throughout the glistening white ceramic halls,
Reverberating from floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
As it's tears tumble round and down into the grimey deeps.

Lines written in hope of seeing Orionids.

What a pleasant surprise
To see such clear skies
And just in time for tonight
To see meteors burning bright
As they streak by Orion
As I watch like Endymion
Trying to make Selene swoon
Under the glow of her moon.

What is in a kiss?

What is in a kiss?
I'd trade that and this
To feel the sweet bliss
That hides in a kiss.

What is in a kiss?
I'd trade that and this
To never to miss
Just one last kiss.

How Is It That?

O, how is it that thou,
With your eyes so blue,
Skin so fair, hair of a hue
So common yet unique,
Can allow me to peek
At thee with eyes anew?

O, how is it that I,
So malleable
In your hands, am not able
To explain the rhythm
Which my hear takes on,
Some sort of love drenched spasm
That lasts from now to anon?

O, how is it that we,
Both bright and both young,
Are not together
Exchanging wit and tongue,
To converse and cuddle
Whatever the weather?
Mind the puddle.