A single leaf, adrift on windswept air,
Descends from boughs where summer held its sway,
A vibrant hue, now tinged with autumn's care,
It dances down, to greet the fading day.
It whispers tales of sunlit, leafy green,
Of gentle showers and the robin's song,
A silent witness to the woodland scene,
Where ancient roots have held for ages long.
Now soft it rests upon the mossy ground,
A humble shroud for seasons past and gone,
Yet in its stillness, beauty can be found,
A quiet end, till spring begins anon.
So, let us watch this fragile, falling leaf,
That like human life spins for short while brief.
what will quench this thirst, this lust
and will I have the time I must
the sands of time are cruel, unjust
as time just crumbles sand to dust
While relaxing in a city park,
A conversation could be heard
Between a cat and a squirrel.
It was on a sonny summer day,
Around mid-afternoon,
Late in the month of May.
A cat was sitting under a fruitless
Mulberry tree, looking left, lost, and lonely.
And a squirrel was sitting relaxed in the tree,
Looking fearless, free, and friendly.
The squirrel said to the cat,
"Good afternoon my friend.
How are you on this sonny day?"
The cat wasn't so friendly when
He replied, "Can't you see that I'm
Abandoned, lost, and all alone"?
The squirrel said, "my sight isn't
That great, but I will say this."
"Say what?", said the cat.
Then said the squirrel in the
Friendliest of tone,
"There is a solution to the most
Challenging problems. There is a
Resolution to the gravest prognosis.
Time and consequence Will bring
Resolve and solve our faintest cries".
The cat said thank you to the squirrel,
And they parted company.
Seeing the Seine
and the Eiffel Tower view
it's not the same
without you
so feeling somewhat blue
toujours l'amour ma chérie
with this brief billet-doux
thought I'd drop a line
wish you were here
the weather's fine
They say suicide is a sin
and I want to die pure.
I want the Heaven open for me,
the absolution of my sins,
(is it hating yourself a sin?).
I want the white robe in my coffin,
the children playing,
the adults crying.
Plant tulips around my grave.
I was pure once.
I’m pure now, but
Lord knows I’ve been corrupted,
(maybe that’s why I hate my body).
Cold down, go beneath the skin,
look at my heart, my lungs.
How they move.
Still a human.
Still a being.
(If I suicide
There would be an absolution?).
Although it was only an April shower,
Due to climate change, it lasted an hour.
And so we sheltered beneath that tree,
No one else, just her and me.
So, thanks to the typically English weather,
It seemed that fate had thrown us together.
From the moment she spoke, it seemed just right.
I could almost believe in love at first sight.
What can I say of her hazel eyes?
If I were a poet I’d eulogise.
And I would walk for many a mile
Just to see her dazzling smile.
I made a joke and, oh that laughter,
Will live with me for ever after.
Then, before I knew it, an hour had passed
And the sun peeped through the cloud at last.
Now, though our meeting had made my day,
The time had come to walk away.
I would have loved to meet again,
But decided not to linger.
There was a baby in the pram
And a gold ring on her finger.
He wandered all alone on a tortured narrow path
Seeking solace from the anguish plagued his thoughts, lay deep within
An epiphany, suddenly aware, the source of his discomfort
Time had now arrived for a new direction to begin
Recognised external forces,he was forever wont to blame
now at the crossroads of this discontented life
accept this new found challenge, how to change the game
He began with meditation, cultivated self love and respect
The old thoughts dissipating, negativity he could now reject
Further down the track he became aware of our loving Gods existence
So every now and then chats to God, sends him love, says thanks for your assistance
I counted the spoons before the verdict of morning.
One was missing, like a word I refused to say.
The kettle rehearsed its thin confession.
Light moved across the floor with bureaucratic patience.
I signed my name beneath the steam.
The day accepted it without witnesses.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The universe hums through our veins,
a trillion stars in silent chant.
We are all the dust of ancient light~
brief yet boundless.
Speeding to airport on way to meeting
car skidded on highway, somersaulted
landed in ditch, wheels whirling
plopped there, unscathed, stunned, calm, what next ?
Miraculously CAR LIFTED ITSELF
back onto road, continued to airport
arrived safely at meeting, EXALTED
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Poet’s Note : Moment happened whilst
working for a National Educational NGO,
having to travel regularly to various cities to oversee projects __
Thunderstruck, stunned, dazed, my poem stoic,
third spot in a stiff monthly contest,
first ever prize, one brief lightning flash,
moment I imbibed in a giddy rush,
dream rapture, shivery spasms of bliss,
clan and tribe transported by my triumph,
as I reflect on that watershed dawn
It was many years ago, that first time,
When, under protest, I entered stage right.
I was shy, not an extrovert back then
And every single seat was occupied.
I only had one line, and I stammered.
But they laughed! And in that fleeting moment,
I knew I’d act until the day I die
Sponsor - Netta Onclaud
Wonder of Soul's Expression contest
!st January 2026
On my lawn lying supine at dawn
enjoying sunlit morn with chirping birds,
shiny dews on field and grass flowers.
Flying butterflies visit blossoms.
Everything running smooth fresh cheerfully.
Suddenly grass hopper sat on grass.
Prompt sparrow swallowed ! Morning joy broke.
We laid upon a blanket,
Beneath a ripe plum tree -
Although the park was busy,
All that mattered, was you and me.
A seed of love was breaking ground,
For all the world to see -
That moment, 'twas just us.. wild and carefree.
* "Wonder of Soul's Expression" Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on 12/28/2025
* 52 total syllables
It was just a movie scene
with stars from the silver screen,
a teacher and a lady who
gazed into the Danube River,
and to the friend then with her
would, a revealing line, deliver,
"But Flora dear, it's blue".
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