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Published January 20, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

My mind beats fast when I think of you,
My heart dreams vivid colours so true.
A mix of emotions run through my veins,
A tribe of wild horses released from their reins.
Fear of unknown adventures ahead,
Wondering where fate this time has led.
Excitement coursing through me so fast,
A little bit cautious due to my past.
You’ve touched my soul in this short time already,
I feel euphoric, blessed, giddy and heady.
I’ll let you inside to the core of me,
If you’ll cherish my heart I’ll give you the key.

Ode to You

Published January 20, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

You’re stuck in my brain and I can’t set you free,
You’re having a strange effect on me.
I want to swim with you in lemon jelly,
Cuddle nude while watching the telly.
Write your name on my book in permanent ink,
Fly high through clouds of candyfloss pink.
Words tangle like spaghetti when I try to talk,
My mouth feeling like crumbling chalk.
Your smile thrown my way starts my tummy to spin,
Head all giddy like I’ve been on gin.
If I held your hand once I might just explode,
Leaving my bits all over the road.
You have no idea what you do to me,
If you felt the same I’d scream ‘yippee’!

The Silent Place

Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Fresh flowers of pink and purple delight my eyes,
Soothing scent, aromatherapy for the soul.
Silent figures cluster closer saying goodbyes
Full of raw emotion but showing self-control.

Ghosts waltzing through fresh dew with an elegant grace,
Lovers, re-joined, time is no longer their keeper,
Free to celebrate joy in eternal embrace
After having fought then welcoming the reaper.

Weathered headstones submerging like abandoned ships
Tilting at harsh angles, pleading to be redeemed.
Black crows like mourners survey from up high on crypts
Judging stern over souls that were not what they seemed.

Fate and disease, war heroes’ forgotten glories.
All of humanity lies beneath, now at peace.
Study the headstones and imagine their stories,
Young and old taken too soon or blessed release.

Come to my silent place, my time stopping haven
Where thoughts unfurl from flowing stream to tranquil lake,
Here my worries and fears are laid bare and shaven
And stillness encircles me with comforting ache.

I’ll wait in my silent place serenely for you,
No need to rush as time is my gentle friend here,
I will wait until you are ready to come through
And hold you so closely to smother all your fear.


Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

I am a bending twig refusing to snap,
I am tenacious waves pummelling rocks,
I am a temperate tide chaperoning you to shore.

I am a fleecy quilt to keep you warm,
I am a refreshing breeze to cool you,
I am a moonlit sky illuminating your way home.

I am you, you are stronger than you think.
Believe in me and have faith in yourself.
I am a comforting hand squeezing tight to remind you.

The Cafe

Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

The hiss of the steamer spits like a snake
As the café and staff start to awake.
Grinding of beans and coffee aromas,
Shuffling shoppers emerge from their comas.
The scraping chairs of coming and going,
Satisfied customers ever flowing.

The chef in the kitchen in a flurry
Cooking up soup, a toastie and curry.
It’s all out action at pot-wash station,
Sauce smeared plates and dehydration.
A cry of ‘spoons’ as they vanish out front,
A quick foot assistant goes on a hunt.

Chatter of people enjoying their food
Drinking Earl Grey tea, freshly brewed.
Wonderful staff remaining so cheerful
Even when queues are so long and fearful.
When crowds have gone and the day is complete
Body parts ache like an Olympic athlete.

When I am old

Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

When I am old I shall have candyfloss hair,
Dyed pink and permed looking fresh from the fair.
I shall ride in a chair as I won’t want to walk
And take out my teeth when I don’t want to talk.
I’ll pretend to be deaf when people are boring,
Fall asleep at parties with very loud snoring.
I shall wear bright red lipstick on my lips
And for breakfast eat three walnut whips.
I shall have cocktails on Saturday nights
Wearing pink and purple stripy tights.
I shall have six or eight cats for company
And enjoy a paddle in the winter sea.
When I am old I shall sleep ‘til noon
And embrace my body that looks like a prune.


Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

I’m looking for my knight in shining armour
On a trusty steed or rusty llama,
Taller than me
I’d like him to be,
Job unimportant be it scholar or farmer.

I’m looking for someone with a good sense of humour
Who will grow on me, but not like a tumour,
That likes me for me
Not just what they see,
Not bothered that my skin feels like a Satsuma.

I’m looking for a man who likes to play scrabble,
Who’ll listen intently when I start to babble,
A film buff? Yes please,
Go slow when I wheeze,
Who likes cosy nights in away from the rabble.

I’m looking for a man who’s honest and true,
Someone who makes an effort to woo,
Who sends me flowers,
Calls things ‘ours’
And happy to spend time at a castle or zoo.

I’m looking for a man so very unique,
Someone who’s hunky, rotund or a geek,
Eyes blue, green or brown,
A smile not a frown,
Someone quite normal, had enough of the freaks!


Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Lyrically challenged I lie in bed
Thoughts of you are clouding my head.
I want to tell you how I feel
But to you I’m no big deal.
I want to hold you every night
Safe and warm and snuggled up tight,
To your every need I’d tend
But to you I’m just a friend.
A friend who’s there for you when you call
Someone to talk to when you fall,
Someone to sleep with when you’re bored
Inbetween girls or else ignored.
I guess I’m hoping you’ll fall for me
Open your eyes and really see
How special I am, loving and true
Here all the time, waiting for you.
Deep down I know the reality
I’ll stay a doormat while you use me,
Then one day when you meet ‘the one’
Our friendship will end, finished, done.

Thinking of You

Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Thinking of you makes my heart flutter,
Makes me walk into walls and act like a nutter.
Thinking of you is a wonderful way
To make me smiley and happy all day.

Thinking of you makes my tummy turn over,
You’re a luckier find than a four leaf clover.
Thinking of you makes the sun shine brighter
And fluffy white clouds seem much whiter.

Thinking of you makes me drift away
To deep blue sea and a golden bay.
Thinking of you makes me want you so much,
I long for a kiss and your tender touch.


Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

You make me smile and brighten my day,
Turn my world silver instead of grey.
I dream of holding you close and tight,
Thinking of you makes my world alright.

We’ve not met, yet my feelings are strong,
What if we meet and it all goes wrong,
Maybe the magic will disappear,
You won’t find me attractive I fear.

I’ve got hopes high and fingers crossed
That my love for you will not be lost
And when we meet we get on great
Finding, at last, my true soul mate.