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Sweet Summer Rain
Now many hot days and dry earth repeat
Lost in a cloud of dust on a dirt road
When newly planted crops wilt in sun's heat
The spring up in my meadow rarely flowed
When all hard work slows to barely a crawl
Even the panting fox gives up his chase
Clever rabbit stares like a sawdust doll
A little relieved for some breathing space
Then a cool breeze blows from the north-northwest
Gathering clouds rise in darkening dusk
A hawk circles three times around its nest
Long awaited raindrops appear so brusque
For the drought would end after a fortnight
Much do farmers dance with giddy delight
Lost in a cloud of dust on a dirt road
When newly planted crops wilt in sun's heat
The spring up in my meadow rarely flowed
When all hard work slows to barely a crawl
Even the panting fox gives up his chase
Clever rabbit stares like a sawdust doll
A little relieved for some breathing space
Then a cool breeze blows from the north-northwest
Gathering clouds rise in darkening dusk
A hawk circles three times around its nest
Long awaited raindrops appear so brusque
For the drought would end after a fortnight
Much do farmers dance with giddy delight
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Reflecting on those anxious days when the new emerging plants are so tender so early in the growing season and watching the sky for clouds...and all the abundent wildlife for signs.....of sweet summer rain.....Penniless Bench
With a broken body and broken mind
Hobbles crippled into the park to sit
Daily watch feeding some crumbled old bread rinds
To a few friendly birds he'd never quit
Tattered clothing old and out of fashion
A rough, hard weathered look upon his face
His are endless days without much passion
While Passerbys glance away in disgrace
Long ago wounded and now most forgetful
His body wrecked with the passing of time
A great victory no less merciful
Listen every noon the church bells still chime
Pitiful sight whose clothes have such a stench
Sits a great hero on Penniless Bench
Hobbles crippled into the park to sit
Daily watch feeding some crumbled old bread rinds
To a few friendly birds he'd never quit
Tattered clothing old and out of fashion
A rough, hard weathered look upon his face
His are endless days without much passion
While Passerbys glance away in disgrace
Long ago wounded and now most forgetful
His body wrecked with the passing of time
A great victory no less merciful
Listen every noon the church bells still chime
Pitiful sight whose clothes have such a stench
Sits a great hero on Penniless Bench
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Reflective of many , old and downtrodden folks who have once servedin wartime only to be left behind by an ungrateful nation. Sad but all
too true.....
Byegone London.
It was a time when local dialects rang,
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet on construction, highlighting how we all too often? wax lyrical about bygone days, yet in general, it was far from the truth, hopefully, the closing couplet focuses the condradiction to the previous twelve lines.We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
If thou loved, then love's not lost,
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,
Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,
Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.A Hidden World
Hiding in tall grasses a world unseen
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound
So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains
Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy
Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound
So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains
Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy
Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Rediscovering an incredible abundence of life right out there in a field of tall grass, a hidden world which 99.9 % of us have maybe never seen...well perhaps since our own childhood.
Waiting Angel
Quietly an angel waits for you there
Can't you see the light glowing in the dark
Even if you don't show it lets be fair
You weren't serious I was just your lark
Stirring winds blowing bringing times of change
Rains have passed gentle winds blew clouds away
Once at a distance no longer feels strange
Tides keep moving back and forth changing days
In a distance standing tall solid ground
Fear is not mine determination claimed
Not to be crossed over I'll go around
To leave my imprint in the ground life stained
Giving up is what my angel waits for
Always with hope given she will wait more
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Can't you see the light glowing in the dark
Even if you don't show it lets be fair
You weren't serious I was just your lark
Stirring winds blowing bringing times of change
Rains have passed gentle winds blew clouds away
Once at a distance no longer feels strange
Tides keep moving back and forth changing days
In a distance standing tall solid ground
Fear is not mine determination claimed
Not to be crossed over I'll go around
To leave my imprint in the ground life stained
Giving up is what my angel waits for
Always with hope given she will wait more
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
When I was younger I felt so big and important. As if I was the whole world. With time that has passed by I have humbly learned that I play such a small part in this huge world. And everyday that is given to me I except the challenge to try and make it better than the day before.The Catch
Slowly crawling turning gracefully down
The box by the door waited beckoning
A moment in time passed without a sound
The time was here the time of reckoning
They came all of them huddled as if one
All so different yet all just the same
No going back no stopping at full run
Not caring if from happy or sad pain
Floating as if soaring by mighty wings
White the color of surrender or pure
What my eyes surrender what my eyes bring
Floating wings white touched my face with the cure
Dainty hand holding tightly the tissue
Catching tears as they fell was no issue
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The box by the door waited beckoning
A moment in time passed without a sound
The time was here the time of reckoning
They came all of them huddled as if one
All so different yet all just the same
No going back no stopping at full run
Not caring if from happy or sad pain
Floating as if soaring by mighty wings
White the color of surrender or pure
What my eyes surrender what my eyes bring
Floating wings white touched my face with the cure
Dainty hand holding tightly the tissue
Catching tears as they fell was no issue
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Nothing like a pretty hankie to catch tears of joy or tears of saddness.A LOVE SONNET.
How much in life you've given me,
in many ways you taught my pen,to paint
inner truths notation, not the outward view,
though thy visage would please the scultures grace,
who would, then, on some high pedestal place,
for all to see, a womanly face so true,
a countenance, times passage fail to taint,
and, in onward years, men your loveliness see,
through the inner eye, this pen its pleasures known,
lifes guiding light, love filled inspiration,
when hearts unite in true consumation,
blank once, the paper now with sonnets sown,
I, raised from low stock is true,
but wisdom accrued, is in loving you.
in many ways you taught my pen,to paint
inner truths notation, not the outward view,
though thy visage would please the scultures grace,
who would, then, on some high pedestal place,
for all to see, a womanly face so true,
a countenance, times passage fail to taint,
and, in onward years, men your loveliness see,
through the inner eye, this pen its pleasures known,
lifes guiding light, love filled inspiration,
when hearts unite in true consumation,
blank once, the paper now with sonnets sown,
I, raised from low stock is true,
but wisdom accrued, is in loving you.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
just a love letter.
The Wave Of Life
Life is like an ocean wave
There are high and low days
Sometimes the crest has gave
Try to surf out and there are no ways
Sometimes it hits you like a wall
But the wave never spits you out
For some reason you never fall
Then move on without any doubt
Now and then you see a perfect swell
But it seems you can never get there
When you make it you can never fail
If you dont you never seem to care
If the wave gets to high
Remember that you will not die
There are high and low days
Sometimes the crest has gave
Try to surf out and there are no ways
Sometimes it hits you like a wall
But the wave never spits you out
For some reason you never fall
Then move on without any doubt
Now and then you see a perfect swell
But it seems you can never get there
When you make it you can never fail
If you dont you never seem to care
If the wave gets to high
Remember that you will not die
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Posted: May 2012
Post CommentWinged Lovers
Passion escapes on newly emerged wings
Take flight dear lover to heights far above
Above dull drabby dampness water brings
Stay with me awhile we twitter with love
Rest not weary souls for our lives are short
Leave all your worries with discarded ghost
Our flight will become our grandest consort
So before we fall let's make it the most
Who shall dare decry such flights immortal
Trudging away slow strides in lakes below
Far away sky a pleasurable portal
For once, and only once just let it go
Life we cherish is not for the taking
For all the more happier love making
Take flight dear lover to heights far above
Above dull drabby dampness water brings
Stay with me awhile we twitter with love
Rest not weary souls for our lives are short
Leave all your worries with discarded ghost
Our flight will become our grandest consort
So before we fall let's make it the most
Who shall dare decry such flights immortal
Trudging away slow strides in lakes below
Far away sky a pleasurable portal
For once, and only once just let it go
Life we cherish is not for the taking
For all the more happier love making
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Inspired by hatching mayflies, when emerging from water have no mouth parts for which to feed, but only a few days to live with only one purpose left to perform .....to mate on wingsPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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