Biography of Fay Slimm
I was born with poetry in my heart I imagine! ! For as long as I can remember I have been Journaling and keeping a record of thoughts and feelings about the world around me. I have lived in some of the most beautiful places in England and that has enhanced my
gratitude for all things in nature. I am in love with more of life every day. Celebrate it all with me. Peace and joy. From Fay.
Fay Slimm Poems
A Pure Love.
As the snowdropp sea of glistening white Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
A New You.
Close your eyes and gently walk Down dreamy Memory Lane. Now stoop to pick and smell the flowers. Choose just short stays - or stay for hours!
A Bit O' Fun!
(For the girls) - Scene - Bedroom. Television On. Who wants hot-rocking
Child's E-Mail To God.
Dear God I am riting this to let you no My Mom's coff got worse and she's just ad to go. I dont no your E-mail but your everywhere So sum angel will give it you God, cos you care.
I Am Love.
I am the way you see the world. I prompt the thoughts you have every day. Find me in your gasp of delight When viewing dawn's sunrise, then I will stay.
And What Of Passion?
Can it be passion That gives meaning to joy Which results in emotions Excelling in ardent employ?
A Day In The Life Of A Child
Cheeks dimpling Two eyes gleam Lips parting. Baby's smiling.
Autumn Comes Running
Too soon comes Autumn, as nipping the heels Of unwary Summer, it stealthily seals Small changes in heavily leaf-laden trees. Summer fruits begin dropping, balanced astride
A Wasted Love?
Can love be wasted, Erode with neglect? Could it diminish
Tribute To Love.
Love is the composite ................ of many fine traits, With finesse drawn from caring, .....................by small acts
Eerie howling, wolfhound calling. Amber eyes alight. Spirit of the deepest forest. Stealthy pads the night.
A White Fall.
An overnight wonderland Has coated my windowpane Frostily, flakily white.
Atop the lake today splayed a dancing Net of flickering sparkly bright gems, the sun And breeze playing duet, I stood entranced As water teemed alive. Light, having fun
Home is within the Self. All voyage brings us there. To be aware of welcome We would have been sharing
Million bells waving bright bonnets of blue
Flaunting tall ranks of incredible hue.
Groundbreaking columns of stalks fill the shade
Assailing our senses from every dull glade.
Mid dapple-dim woods we tred without sound
Breathtaking armies of blue all around.
Sun shedding Spring over cold woodland dew,