With exquisite touch
His brush added lustre
To the pearl
Endowing it with life
As it adorned the virgins ear
The depth of its splendour
Holds the watcher transfixed
With its ivory hue
Contrasting with the maidens flesh
Her milky complexion
Lit from the window
Her half open silent lips
Speaking to the soul
Her simple beauty
Shining from the canvas
How Vermeer the master
Captured that moment in Delft
And how the girl with a pearl earring
Captures everyone who sees her
Money can’t buy happiness
Money can’t buy health
Money can’t buy love
There’s more to life than wealth
Money will buy you
a dog
A fine dog without
fail
But only with your
kindness
Apsaras are female spirits
Of the clouds and
waters
In Hindu and Buddhist
mythology
Celestial nymphs and
celestial maidens
They are beautiful,
Supernatural beings
Youthful and elegant,
Dancing to the music
Of the Gandharvas,
In the palaces of the gods,
Entertainers and
seducers
Of Gods and men
Ethereal beings
Who inhabit the skies
I love anagrams
Anagrams are great
Some are serious
Some are fun
For example
Eleven plus two =
twelve plus one
A teenage boy walks in the room
And asks his granny
"Have you seen my
pills?
They were labelled LSD"
She looks at him and
smiles
"Fuck the pills” Says
she
“What about the dragon
Sat on the
settee"
When I was a kid
Life was
simpler than it is today
We chose
our friends
Based on
the things we liked to play
When I was
a kid
And we
Choose teams in the school yard
If you
didn’t get picked
No one
thought to play the race card
When I was
a kid
Race creed
and colour were meaningless
The only
“Race issue"
Was arguing
about who ran the fastest
I tripped and fell
In my
house today
I wasn’t
hurt
But as on
the floor I lay
I wondered
to myself
In that
senior way
Was there
any task to do
As I’m
down here anyway
