Best Cyprus Poems
Dedicated to Eileen who has expressed her love for this beautiful isle.....
Roman mosaics and Phoenician tombs
Byzantine castles and Venetian walls
Pine clad mountains and valleys full of blooms
Windswept wild beaches raked by sudden squalls
Vineyards lay across the land like green shawls
An island of custom and tradition
Yet this stunning land lies in partition
Churches to the south and northward mosques lay
A land in need of redefinition
For reconciliation people pray
Went out to the overtures heralding a stormy day,
The cacophony of thunder and lightning display.
Rivers of rain came pouring down from the hills,
Overflowing from the drain and the gully.
As folk to shelter they quickly did scurry.
Snow on The Troodos, so I was told,
Will help fill the dams as the winter unfolds.
Cosy and warm as I gaze outside,
A mug of mint tea by the fireside.
The wind shakes the trees with it's howling cry.
On this stormy grey day, with my book, I'll get by.
© Dave Timperley December 2014
Life in Cyprus,
Idyllic I would suggest,
For each day is filled with
Everything we hold dear.
Inspired by good friends,
Nice people we meet
Coming from all different places,
Youngsters, to our delight are
Pleased to sit and chat with us in the
Relaxed atmosphere of the Taverna at night
Under the soft light of a
Star studded sky.
This is my Cyprus.
© Dave Timperley September 2014
In a land that boasts
You can be warm as toast,
Because the sun shines here,
Every day of the year.
Today the opposite is true,
My fingers are turning blue.
The heaters on high while I watch TV,
Bed is inviting it seems to me.
Sitting here wrapped up tight,
In a sleeping bag, what a sight!
Hot water bottle ready and hot tea too,
I'm off to bed before I get Flu!
© Dave Timperley 2012
Yes, dearies....I'm off to the beautiful isle of Cyprus...home. Won't be on as much....Will miss you all. Be back after a week !! Hugs!!!
We've got flowers and trees and Bees that sting
and quite a few other creepy crawly things,
We got rocks and weeds,a little waterfall,
And a nice place to sit and view it all.
Am I homesick for England? Not one bit,
I'm here until God says it's time to quit!
© Dave Timperley April 2015
I know an isle, to Love the long-lost home,
the sea's white waves, the sun's hot rays caress.
Necessity, that most cruel fate of all,
has banished Love, yet may not quite suppress
the present fragrance of a sacred past.
On Trodos, pines still keep their sweet incense.
The while it lasts, no honeymoon can end.
Oh do not mark the boot-prints in the sand,
but hope that Love shall one day conquer all.
Even the sea, long shines the patient sun.
What mars when Love, long absent, claims her own?
For those of you who city dwell.
A painful tail I have to tell.
And I mean T-A-I-L .
Not that I mean to yell.
How many of you are familiar
with the Cyprus Knee.
It’s just a little bittie Cyprus,
small as can be.
I mean, if it gets any taller
you would probably call it a tree
not a knee.
You find Cyprus in the South.
In the swamp.
And the fishing in the swamp
is pretty good.
But the bathrooms are lousy
as far as bathrooms go,
Unless you call going in the woods
Good!!!!
And I had to go!
I was on the bank talking to my bud.
Not the wiser kind.
And when I stooped down
I didn’t notice the pointed crown
protruding from the ground
just under my bottom round.
Butt, I felt it.
Half way between here and there.
Between where it is and ain’t.
It has a redneck name -----!
But I’ll not say it.
AND DID IT HURT, HURT, HURT!!!&*$$$$@&*+
The next day, back at work
(I never was one to shirk) my duty
I had the nurse look at me.
when I asked what did she see.
She just laughed,
Took me two days to figure that one out.
But she did say it would really have been awkward,
If I hadda squatted about two inches further forward,
for I might STILL be in that swamp.
Well, my Bud was with me but he was already
laughing so hard he couldn’t keep his cork in the water.
My advice is: If you go in the swamp, don’t squat.
It’s easier to fight a gator than a Cyprus knot.
© Apr. 28 2010 For Syed's
Open the eyes of my heart
As open as the space
In the Leland Cyprus
Let the gap see truly thee
Open the eyes of my heart
Let the spirit flow inward
Filling to the overflow
Let me have compassion
Open the eyes of my heart
Let the spirit flow outward
With love, tenderness
Caring and concern
Open the eyes of my heart
Seeing all the world's wrong
Spreading thy healing message
Love is the key for you and me
Holiday time took us down the Med
to spend it in lovely Cyprus no less
there the sun did shine every day
shorts and t-shirt was the regular dress
On arrival, I had a bit of a scare
couldn't find my passport was in a panic
finally after 20 minutes found in moneybelt
then peace prevailed was no longer frantic
There were many popular places to visit
the tomb of the kings was there for one
the mosaics rediscovered centuries ago
a trip to the Troodos mountains in the sun
Get the local bus into Pafos for 1.5 euros
lovely walks along the splendid front
nice shops to investigate their wares
many cafes to enter pick from the hunt
Just want to lie in the sun
at the beach or by the pool,
a week went in all too quickly
find passport! catch flight! stay cool!
(We spent a lovely week a few weeks ago on the lovely island of Cyprus in the Mediterranean so this is my poetic thoughts on our visit. )
Days are short and nights are long,
We no longer sing the summer song.
As the nights draw in, log fires burning,,
Going out at night has lost it's yearning.
At home we can enjoy our meal,
Cooked in love, it has its appeal.
Both now sated, a glass of wine,
In front of the fire we rest supine.
The coldness of night,the warmth of day,
It is winter here and, each in its own way,
Is a Cyprus Delight.
© Dave Timperley 16/11/2018
"Perfect Couple"
He was the fire from distant skies,
With storm-born soul and ancient eyes.
A sailor turned sage, bold and wise,
Who walked with gods and heard their cries.
She came like twilight on the sea,
A hush of grace, serenity.
Soft in her step, strong in her gaze,
A healer wrapped in lunar haze.
They met not once, but long before,
Beyond the veil, through lifetimes’ door.
Two halves of truths the stars concealed,
Now drawn to earth, their fate revealed.
He, with hands that shaped the storm,
And heart that kept the hearthstone warm.
She, with whispers in her breath,
That stilled the winds and nurtured depth.
In Cyprus where the olives sway,
They built a life of sacred play.
With incense, tea, and candle’s light,
They danced beneath the wings of night.
He teaches stillness, strength, and flame,
She weaves her dreams into the same.
Their bond, a spell, both wild and kind,
No chains, no lies, no ties that bind.
For love like theirs does not decay,
It blooms through night and lights the day.
A sacred fire, still and true,
Forever old, forever new.
L&A
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*Note:
This poem speaks of a deep, mystical union between two soulmates who have walked together across lifetimes. Rooted in stillness and strength, nurtured by warmth and grace, their love blossoms like a sacred fire under the Cyprus sky, forever in rhythm, forever divine.
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