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Tropical sunshine
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky

The sunshine
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea
of brilliant green

Tropical breeze
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean

The dancing leaves
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state
of peacefulness
and tranquillity

At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words

One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos

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Silent shadows
running thru the fields,
Silence molds the clouds
all-day

Silent moonlight
bounces thru the trees,
Silence two-steps across
the lake

Yet
when my heart
is with you
its shield breaks
oh Lord
how it breaks
in the most tender way.

Silent snowflake
falling like a ghost
Silence swings low thru
the gate

Silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence gives my heart
away.

It is to us forever our duty to relay
With pride our tale of courage on the Isles that fateful day.
September 1838 she battled through the storm
for others she risked her life in the early hours of morn.

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- shall ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.

'Forfarshire' had carried folk, or so the story goes.
It smashed up on Big Harcar Rock where the leeside water flows.
With courageous hearts and fighting fear they rowed the coble out,
And rescued nine from broken bow before she turned about

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- will ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.

So all of this brought to her fame much to her dismay
She only wanted a simple life and wished they'd go away
She was showered with gifts of gratitude and a lifestyle of the best
Which caused her great discomfort she craved for time to rest.

Twas only four years later and she still oh so young
Her life was taken from us no fairness to be done
The Islands rise in glory in memory of our lass.
Her name in hearts forever and ever as times pass

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- forever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.



© D Heckels

Our Venerable Bede
whos art has been stolen
righteous be thy name
Bernaccia will become
our kingdom and will be done
in Berwick as it is in Hebburn

Give us this day
our daily stotty
forgive us our drinking
as we forgive those who drink with us

Lead us not to the South
so as to deliver us from evil

Bernaccia is our kingdom
with pride in this story
and never shall we haver
Amen

A quite familiar episode unfolds
How young and black are kept from growing old
Meek men with guns, black hole in place of heart
A devils work did idle hands embark
Upon, but film had captured what occurred
Dead men won’t tell a pictures’ thousand words

A crooked DA Johnson tried to hide
Recruited to erase a homicide
But best attempts were futile in the end
Efforts often made could not contend
Real justice for Ahmaud the Fathers’ will
Yes peace envelope mothers’ heart be still.

Wb JS 1/8/22

Bid you adieu, so blue, but on cue, and was due, like an emu, so few, but it grew, a fine hue, for an interview, with a Jew, at Kew, in lieu, of a moo, so new, this overview, of a pew, in a queue, so renew, and stew, so true, but undue, this view, that would woo, some Xu, paid to you, at the Vietnamese zoo.

I felt YOU in my heart, I was lost in space, not connected to the human race, you were there, to help me through, though, I didn't know then I was connected to you, that's just in my memory now, your strength and your beauty, your'e wonderful way of living, your selfless being, and your'r perfect way of giving, so, when its over, if I am the last one to leave, there is only one thing I want to say, I will always remember us this way. xx

memories in rows of green beads
that align like racing steeds
settling upon cultivated ground
trodden under and worn
the past is found planted
in frayed strands of time
the tilled memories become
tiny blooms, Oh, so sublime
riders on bountiful excursions
seedsman in secret gardens
where memories grow
the planting of all that is
the landscape of our lives

© Jade Anjoun

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