blades of green

blades of green
rise from the brown
spreading all around
soon to be
sprinkled with yellow
all aglow
in the sunshine

wings of gossamer
flit as they hover
in the air
before landing
amid the splendour
of the brightly hued décor
painted below

spiral tubes uncoil
gently injecting
delicate centres
feasting on one's nectar
then moving on
to another
repeating the action

buzzing sounds
fill the air
striped bodies appear
treading gently on petals
sipping nectar
to convert to honey
later fed to many

blades of green
swaying gently
caressed by
a soothing breeze
invoking a refreshing
and peaceful
feeling of ease
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Posted: Apr 11
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The Old man and the Boy

They walked together side by side
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river.
They could have walked thus across
the river of life
with its eternal flow.
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives.

The old man
-with faltering step
he moves slowly on.
His life has been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker.
What are his thoughts
at this moment
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle
like the sunlight
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head.

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
and so pure
soon to be plunged into a world
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart.
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows
by itself.

There is no substitute for experience.
For though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so.
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Posted: Oct 22, 2017
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though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so
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Love is Blind

They say
Love is Blind
Cupid's arrows hit
Whoever they Find
And put them
In a Bind
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Posted: Nov 19, 2013
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F reely sharing your beauty in
L ovely shapes and colours as you
O pen up your precious buds
W hen each one is ready to
E xhibit Nature's glory in a
R ange of shapes and sizes in a
S plendid display of her artistry
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Posted: May 22, 2015
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Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive
and free

Yet dream on
my little friends
cold winter must reign
a little while longer
still blessing the earth
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more
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Posted: Dec 13, 2013
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Everything in life is in
a constant state of change
A mountain may appear fixed
for it is unlikely to change noticeably
in our lifetime
Yet from the perspective of infinite time
that mountain is just as transient
as the morning mist
Even as one looks at the mountain
it is changing
The sun, wind, rain, snow
and other forces of nature
are continually changing that mountain
It may take millions, perhaps billions of years
for a noticeable change
but Nature has infinite time
for the change
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Posted: Aug 24, 2013
About this poem:

(Poetic Prose)
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Sailors In the Sky

Vultures on the wing high up in the sky
Careen in flight as they go sailing by
Tracing out patterns of vanishing lines
As they create most exquisite designs

Other birds like eagles, gulls and falcons
Also engage in such exhibitions
Viewing them gives a feeling of freedom
That transcends daily life's din and humdrum

With wings outstretched they effortlessly ride
Rising air currents that support their glide
With angled wings they dip down and then rise
Navigating their way up in the skies

In total mastery of flight they appear
Cavorting and floating up in the air
With the gracefulness of their flight on high
They are true avian sailors in the sky




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Posted: Jan 5, 2017
About this poem:
Since I was a child, I have always admired the effortless gliding of vultures up in the sky.
Among other gliding birds listed are albatross, eagle, condor, stork, frigatebird and seagull.
It is a truly delightful to watch the marvellous gliding action of these birds way up in the sky as they ride the air currents.
This poem is dedicated to them: the genuine avian sailors in the sky.

(I have made some adjustments to the original to include some other gliding birds in the body of the piece).
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Heart of Gold

Hail to you, Sir Cafe, most gallant knight
Defending the castle Poetry Corner
Protecting all the maidens day and night
While all the other knights you inspire

With your poems you wove a magic spell
Oftentimes taking us on a journey
Captivating with wondrous tales you tell
Fascinating us with their imagery

Your replies to comments on your poetry
Were always warm, cheerful and refreshing
They showed your pleasant personality
For all of us they were most endearing

We thank you noble knight with heart of gold
And may heaven bless your beautiful soul
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Posted: Oct 12, 2017
About this poem:
Dedicated to cafetwo2010
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Clouds and Sunshine

Fluffy white clouds floating up in the sky
Against a background of celestial blue
Changing their shapes as they meander by
Creating a most magnificent view

The moving shapes are edged with wisps of mist
As they sail on unhurriedly on high
Coruscating in their milky whiteness
Against a brilliant sunshine lighted sky
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Posted: Nov 8, 2014
About this poem:
Some sunshine to cheer up those experiencing winter blues
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Basking in the sunshine
Upon a lovely flower
Treating on its nectar
Then moving to another
Enjoying a bit more nectar
Rising with the breeze
Floating in the air
Lovely to view in the
Yellow radiant sunshine
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Posted: Mar 19, 2015
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Tree Hugging

hugging a live tree
such a beautiful feeling
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Posted: Nov 26, 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this especially for our tree-hugging poet Redex, and posted it on one of her blogs.
It is in haiku format (3 lines: 5-7-5 syllables)
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An Act of Love

Ripening fruit
swells more each day
till skin so tight
unable to contain the desire within
yielding its insides
to the sunshine
which enters her
and touches the soft flesh
- an act of love
the eternal song of nature -
earth receiving the falling rain
shore receiving the returning tide
female and male uniting
in perfect harmony
and for each
- an act of love
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Posted: Jun 29, 2013
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