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Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald vallleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from sluber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisp~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper with out a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.
In love with it all
I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.
Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.
That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.
16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.
She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make
Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!
This cosy love
In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.
You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.
And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs
How I love those politicians
‘Every thing is wonderful’
So the politicians say
As with all their bloody money
They pass on by the way
As the poor, they just want food to eat
And a shelter from the cold
They only want their simple needs
They don’t want no bloody gold.
Our old folk have to warm themselves
With a blanket or a shawl
They can’t afford no power
Their world is pretty cruel
In Sunny west Australia
Our poor just weep and cry
As the rich keep getting richer
The poor just wait to die
Politicians, they get fatter
Look at our premier
He sticks his podgy chest out
And he makes my anger stir
As he looks after the people
Who have they, far too much
While the poor who live in squaller
His cold, heart does not touch
It seems that greed is all that counts
In this world I’m living in
We might need a revolution
If the poor shall ever win
We must rob the greedy of their power
Let those with wisdom rule
I hope that sometime in the future
We shall kick out every fool.
I do hope my hatred for politicians comes out in this one, for I surely do hate these
Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.
Most of the people that I know
When they get past thirty years
They lie back in their cosy chairs
Eating food, and drinking beer
Staring at the cabbage machine
Watching them, the sport
And they get fat, like a balloon
As they sit there doing naught.
When most folk think of exercise
It makes them kind of glum
They’d rather laze around each day
Never seeing that their tum
Is growing like it wants to burst
No energy have they
Until their hearts begin to fail
Too soon they well might pay.
It doesn’t matter if you die
You’re bound to at some time
But my friends, I tell you this
It really is a crime
To rid oneself of energy
And act just like a log
When all you really have to do
Is go for a gentle jog.
14 February 2014 @ 0930hrs
The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband’s hand, I led him to the park, and we
stopped to play in the sand.
Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed
I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to
stay and play.
I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him
Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home.
The Alzheimer’s he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could
force me to resign.
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.