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Faith In Humanity Restored!

Sweet silence of a Sunday morn,
The world of weekday chaos shorn,
Not even the honking of a horn
As traffic idled,
Held back by the arms of the Law,
Impelled to wait, with tempers raw,
Stewing in the sun's hot maw,
Impatience bridled.

And as I stood outside a shop,
Wondering why the world had stopped,
Out of the stillness came a "flop",
A sound so faint.
Repeated with a steady beat,
Approaching from the small side street,
Till into view, with flapping feet -
A sight so quaint -
Emerged a plodding mother duck,
Welded to her scrambling pack,
Never once e'en glancing back
To take a tally!
(Which baby duck would ever fail
To follow close on mother's tail
When upon the pilgrim trail,
Or dare to dally?)

A Moses on full purpose bent,
No glance to right or left she lent
As straight across the road she went,
To lead her brood
Down into the flowing stream,
Where ducks may swim and ducks may dream,
Safe from the ire and hissing steam
Of traffic queued.

And did she realize her luck
On reaching the promised land, Ma Duck?
That out of danger she'd been plucked,
By humans saved?
For some observant soul in sight
Had soon foreseen approaching plight
And brought the police upon the site
To part the waves!

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Finding Me

I look in the mirror
but who do I see?
Before, I assumed
I was looking at me.
But over the years
certain changes took place
And now, when I look,
I see only a face.
It bears slight resemblance
to me as I was,
So now comes the question
“but WAS I?”, because
I have a strange feeling,
as in reverie,
That she who I was
was also not me.

Perhaps I’m a dream –
that’s one of my fears –
and never existed
at all, all those years;
Or maybe a myth,
or just a figment
of someone’s imaginings
(to awesome extent!).

Can’t look in the mirror –
too fearful to see
that stranger observe me,
a Me parody!

   Don’t look in the mirror.
   Look into yourself.
   You’ll find what you’re seeking,
   you’ve only to delve –
   Your heart’s your reflector,
   it’s all there to see –

Thank goodness, YES -
I’m looking at ME!

This poem is simple,
but simplicity
is part of that person
that always was me!

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Memories

How they tremble in the wings of memory’s stage
Those nervous, fleeting images of yester age.
Afraid to make their entrance lest they reveal
Their insubstantial form and fading zeal.
Bad actors, these, they change with every show
Their shape, their voice, their lines – and yet I know
They will survive a thousand curtain calls.
The need for reminiscence never palls,
For life is not today, nor yet tomorrow,
But moments past of joy or grief or sorrow.
And though time fades each image by and by,
I know this show will run until I die.

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Cupidity

Should I speed my loving shafts, to see
them penetrate the blind periphery
of your happy unawareness,
Would you slam, with horror and with haste,
your portals of defence, with much distaste
at the wiles of such unfairness?

Or would those fragile barbs release sweet gall,
to rouse from slumberous state some answering call,
as one in sleep caressed -
Perfidious seeping of love’s wanton balm
to activate sweet turmoil in that calm
and brutal torpor in your breast.

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Besotted

Can the sun usurp the throne
of chilling sister moon,
To warm the wily midnight air
As though it yet were noon;
And can an earthbound soul take flight
To soar beyond despair?
Oh yes – when you are there.

Can some metamorphosis
Those daily tasks transform
Into a ritual love dance
Between two souls reborn;
And can the ugliness around
Escape my blinkered eye?
Oh yes – when you are nigh.

Can the ash of burnt-out dreams
Send forth on Phoenix’ wing
The resurrection of my hopes
For what love yet may bring;
And dare I whisper of my love
Into your eager ear?
Oh yes – in dreams I fear!

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The Streaker

Light of foot and bare of rump
across the grass he ran,
in close embrace with Nature,
this boldly streaking man.

What impulse motivated him,
what sudden-formed decision
to face the world untrammelled
by human inhibition?
Was it just an impish urge
to shock his fellow men.
or did the sunlight fill his soul
with overwhelming yen
to revert to childhood,
to new-born infancy,
when innocence was guise enough
to appease morality!

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Lunchbreak In the City

Today I sat in Town Hall Square,
watched the doves parading there
with their comic gait.
Daintily propelled themselves
o’er metaphorical eggshells,
like Royalty in state!
Boldly nosing ‘tween the feet
of the lunchers on the seat
for something good to peck.
Here and there they stopped to scratch
at some irritating patch
on irridescent neck.
Awareness of good treatment’s seen
In the way they strut and preen.
No sign of fear I found
in spite of all those human limbs
like a forest round the rim
of their parading ground.
Then all at once with one accord
up into the air they soared
as if remote controlled.
No longer separate atoms, they
converged into entirety –
A blaze of green and gold.

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Return of the Muse

None can see the triumph in my eyes,
Or hear the fluttering wings within my breast
As Muse, in pity at my hapless sighs,
Returns to launch me once more on the crest
Of surging thoughts, to hopes I can aspire
To set them free and give them once more voice.
Now may She softly once again retire
Unnoticed, as upon the peak I poise.

Forgotten lie the shards of my despair,
The fickleness of benefactress Muse.
Who knows when next I'll rouse her from her lair?
Suffice it, when I call, she won't refuse.