SING ME A SONG

 

SING ME A SONG

 

Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

DOUSE THE FIRE

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DOUSE THE FIRE

It simmers and brews.

It comes to a quick boil.

Hot steam escapes the cracks.

A whistle fills the moist air.

A fire too late to be extinguished.

A flame too unwilling to be leashed.

An explosion rips through the surface.

Heated words spew forth.

Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.

Apologies too late in coming.

Anger has reared its head.

Water won’t douse the fire.

THE PERFECT HOTEL

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South Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in Bethulie

 

 

Imagine a place like this.

The perfect hotel of bliss.

Endless books to read.

Nothing else I’d need.

Walls of books everywhere.

All you need is a chair.

Never run out of a book.

Just pick your favorite nook.

Read the day away.

Nothing else to say.

A GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

 

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

 

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

 

Come and take a quick look.

Or you can read my book.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES