Deep desire

Deep desire, broken dreams,

these can frame a heart’s deep needs.


Tender whisper, loves delight,

opens heaven in soul’s dark night.


Precarious balance, what comes next?

Soul’s deep well birth’s “now’s” reflex!


Baby’s chortle, life’s unkempt,

each step breathes with new intent.


Insight sparking, blooms the new,

genius shines through eyes askew.


Hope uplifting, swelling songs,

life’s delight shapes love’s deep bonds.

Author – Bill Tidsbury


Dreams still shine

Dirty faces,

unkempt hair,

children playing

while despair skulks

ready to maul hearts.


Dirt floors,

yet still swept clean!

Woman struggles,

keeping things neat,

as life leaks out.


Eyes bright,

sparkles dance;

dreams still shine,

even as

shame roars its lies.


Sun shines,

grace lives!

Gentle smile

sits in the dust

as fierce love blooms.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Light makes me grin

i sit inside, my soul enclosed,

The windows barred,

the doors secured.

The outside world it flashes by,

but i’m within

and so i hide.


The light i have, is rather dim.

it flickers some,

and smoulders lots.

The risk is great, to open up,

be seen as me –

even as i cry.


Yet trapped alone, the echoes boom;

i can’t live life

alone, untuned!

With cautious moves, and hope’s small flame,

break the catch

on shutter’s gloom.


The sky is blue, the sun’s on fire.

My soul swells bright,

with sun’s delight.

I peer without, so few look in!

Yet, deep within

light makes me grin.


The treasures many,scattered round,

they glow with sparkles

and astound!

I’m captured fresh, by who I am:

resplendent life,

with much less strife!


I’m free to dance, the breezes laugh,

my air is fresh,

my world is lush!

The ones who hear, my music play

look in with wonder

and they say-


Will you come teach us how to play!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Learning curves

Learning curves are full of swerves!

I warp my mind to grasp what flies,

it makes no sense yet feels alive.

For the life of me – its logic feels contrived!

Right now my eyes they can’t see dots;

instead they see a row of knots!

The spaces interspersed between,

are clearly just designed for screams.

And yet, just lurking on the fringe of now,

exists a sense that tells me how

If only I could wiggle free,

I’d  laugh with joy inside of me.

So with fresh energy and life

I dive headlong to grasp what’s missed,

when suddenly – I finally see

what was so clearly escaping me.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A beauty rises

A man never cries as self dies- inside.

He drowns his pain in liquid cheer,

as newborn monsters vomit rage.

Ashes form as families flee,

birthing ghosts to smash child’s delight.


Staggering tolls, that hate so spawns,

engulf our world in grief’s despair.

Hopeless relics wander dazed,

while hardened souls strip the weak.

Who resists this shrieking maelstrom?


A beauty rises out of ashes, dancing on air!

Grace flows in etherial lightness,

slipping through fractured heart’s crevices.

Can fists assault the colours of light?

Light shines on scarred fists and makes them flesh!


A heart kissed by lightness knows newborn bliss.

Grace dancing with balm’s sweetness,

brings to life what once has died. Hope floats!

Violence dies within love’s fierce hug,

as fragile beauty chooses to breathe!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathing again

Blindness comes in many forms,

its shackles smooth

with links like lace.

The sweet constraint is my delight

as its embrace holds me so tight!

When ‘er some fool disturbs my ease,

I rise with fierce proclivity,

to set them straight or eliminate,

this source electric

that wakens things

that I had hoped would sleep and snore.


This shocking current that swept within,

has shone a light on all that’s dim.

The shackles bind and links they grind,

as now my monsters make life unkind.

I find the rawness in my throat

feels almost if I just might choke.

The cry within just wants to rage,

to lash out blindly and break my cage.

But I have learned that if I dare,

release what’s there and be so bare,

I’m only sickened, by this “me” so rare.


Yet now a hand that’s brave and kind,

is by my side and helps me unwind.

This one is sure and wavers not,

he seems to think what I can not!

He paints a “me”, I think I’ve lost,

this one is bright and laughs a lot.

This “me” that’s lived beneath my cage,

has been invited out on stage!

I’ve always dreamed that I could dance

but didn’t believe I had a chance,

until today I breathed again – and see!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Vulnerability births

Fragile silk

smoothly flows across my skin.

Eyes, so open

soothe my soul with liquid gold.

Hope alights!

Possibility’s desire seeks to peek,

through the tangled web of ancient wounds,

while fragile soul

soars within transparency’s embrace.


Vulnerability’s silky pull births spirit’s breath.

Life’s vitality, like silk’s caress, awakens desire.


Should calloused heart tear this silken breath,

would beauty’s eyes run tears?


The dance begun,

dear heart’s invited in to sense,

the wonder of your eyes

while lifted up though still unseen.

No longer hard,

and jailed within an ancient bitter lair;

simply free to be,

unique creativity dancing on air.

Author – Bill Tidsbury