Santa Splash! And around they go.
'Round the islands and back, they row!
Surrounded by December hues,
reds and yellows, and brilliant blues.
Causey rises in purple glow
waiting the cold coming of snow.
Elves and Santas all do agree
that this event is full of glee.
What a sight as they race along
amid the cheers of rousing throng.
Good humoured fun with prize to win,
Oh what a great day this has been!
when aspect of us that is not
becomes good humoured
equal through highs and lows
feeling God in each breath
ego relinquishing all doership
becomes silence of space
in, within but not of the world
whereupon bubble bursts
that that never was disappears
then all that is is Self alone
which always was, is and will be
living light eternal within
now cognised in the waking state
ANOTHER DAWN
The morning winces as a new day begins
Mired in the half slumber of a restless night
And reluctant to engage whilst half awake
Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake
Good humoured dawn greetings sound trite
And the fading moon just knowingly grins
Dawn comes around so quickly these days
No chance or time to complete a dream
What a critical daily role to have acquired
As the demand is that all shall be inspired
When night’s blanket is loose at the seam
But it’s the diurnal clock that one obeys
There’s no respite with this job for eternity
Day after day, just subtle seasonal changes
None can detect my initial blurred vision
My tired eyes can see no changed decision
The world still turns, and gravity engages
My half sister moon, no shared paternity
13 Sept 2022, '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14', Sponsor=Mark Toney
I am not the person you see
I am not the person you see,
There’s a fool, a clown inside me.
Shackled by my chains and red tape,
Only in solitude does madcap escape.
Sometimes I yearn to let go,
Be the extrovert only I know.
Show you who I really am,
Eccentric good-humoured man.
Shirt and Tie to the office trance,
Back home at five, party and dance.
Come the day I meet my fate,
Madcap has left it too late.
There’s a fool trying to break free,
I’m not really the person you see.
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