This currant, while sun-faced
River's, sparkles optimistic
That's calmly hypnotized
Mirrors that flow, as all
The demeanours lit up have been
A mind's, now tranquilized.
kew boathouse melbourne
Searching to get a room with a view
Overlooking lush gardens of Kew
With no green to be seen
And a landlord so mean
I quickly went back to Timbuktu
Not a single one of those days, so pleasant
Has been saved in its entirety
The fragmentary memory spares the present
From our salad days impropriety
I shimmered in every shade of green
Before blending into the dark
You’ve grown the roses I’ve never seen
In Kew and even in Regent’s Park
Was it a blessing I couldn’t notice
When I was young, time won’t tell
Has it flown away from both of us?
A sunray in the old wishing well
Reflects in the coin thrown ages ago
Your black shirts swing on the line
And the swifts cry flying fast and low
Bursts the wind and blows down the sky..
The sky’s acid blue, and I have an idea
To be approved by you
Let’s catch a cab to Westminster Pier
We'll be standing awhile in a queue
Let’s torment ourselves with a boat ride
Like in the good old days
Watching marinas on riverside
Passing through open gates
Of many locks on the way to Richmond
And as soon as we moor
Let’s visit the Kew and the Hampton Court
That’s what we’re here for
Let’s lunch in the Privy Kitchen café
Then I’ll get lost in the maze
Smiling the silliest smile I’ll pace there
Trying all possible ways
We’ll go for a ride on a horse-drawn carriage
I’ll chat with the coachman of topics
Not so important like Royals marriage
While you’ll be taking some pics
I’ll buy a walnut brandy before we set sail
Back to the Westminster pier
It’ll be quite an outing to repeat that trail
What do you think, my dear?
I take your silence as a sign of consent
I knew you’d accept my plan
There’s just one nuance, that wasn’t meant
Hope you will understand.
.
Somewhere in the distant past, it stole my heart;
Time before it’s eating added to my girth.
It is not a fancy cupcake, pie, or tart.
Could it almost be the best dessert on earth?
Kings and Queens, I hear, they eat it on the sly.
Yattering with little princes over Chai.
Tasted better how my grandma used to make
On our weekly Sunday visits to her house
Following a juicy barbecue of steak;
Films of Western heroes, and of Mickey Mouse.
Every other Sunday, we all did the same.
Except when I was ill, which was such a shame.
Perhaps these were the favorite times I knew;
University was sticky pudding-free.
Darkened days in military eating stew;
Diet of a beer and pizza on settee
In a cold and dreary bedsit south of Kew.
Now, these days, I can consume it when I wish;
Grandma’s famous sticky toffee pudding dish.
The bun knee, end, the ham stir
r ee ting chock oh lit, end watch ching- 'Moo vees!
Kew dueling...
'Two...Geth er,
uh lone!
The bunny and the hamster,
are eating chocolate and watching- 'Movies!
'Cuddling...
"Together,
alone!
German Georg Ehret
on a art profession his heart did set
Spending much time at botanical Kew
painting flowers with a minimalistic view*
*https://www.printsandfineart.co.uk/artist/1892/georg-ehret
Paper lanterns carrying spirits of the dead
Wind their way toward the Sea of Japan;
A procession bearing its own light,
Silently, to a destination without moments.
Moments, the interface through which life flows
From now to then, are put back like old videos
To be on recall; the deeper the collection,
The more likely reruns become loops.
A sign above the bar promises, “Free beer tomorrow”.
Tomorrow, alas, never a moment, but a construct
Residing near yesterday, is as misunderstood as
The Hookers of Kew; pressing, mounting.
Copyright 2021, Paul Thomson
Misc. 74
Funny Thing
Thoughtfulness’ are remembered
long after the most lavish gifts have made their way to the landfill.
Tom
Second Nature
Being thankful
should be a thought-less job.
Tom
So Great A Faith
The trying of our faith is never greater
than the moment we accept Jesus Christ as our personal savior.
Tom
K.E.W.
Knowledge prepares us by giving us insight,
Experience can only be obtained through hindsight,
Wisdom comes from God through foresight.
Tom
His Blood Has Never Dried
Whenever I think of God’s sacrifice,
my thoughts are encapsulated by the cross.
God, finding no other who would suffice,
Gave us Jesus, without sin or dross.
Tom
Dale Patrick Chihuly
His creations sell for mega sponduli
A sculptor whose work is really first class
I adore his flowers made from blown glass
Last week my son went to the exhibition in Kew gardens London and sent me the most spectacular photographs which have introduced me to this amazing artist. We have now booked to go to London to see the exhibition for ourselves and my son has booked us tickets as an early Christmas present
10/7/19
In Kew Gardens I feast on
daffodils and swans and honk-
ing geese in turf protection mode
and one spectacular show
from a strutting peacock’s tail,
its color chart exploding
against the day’s gray weather.
On warmer days Kew is packed
with mums and dads and kiddies
running about or being pushed
in prams. Today’s marginal
weather has cut the numbers.
I am drawn to a park’s promises
in crowd depleting weather. .
In youth I’d sit on a bench
beneath a chestnut tree and feel
fully protected from rain
by the natural umbrella
of thick leaves above my head
or, barefooted, tramp through wet
grass after the midday storm.
In the misted gray of not
quite Spring Kew Garden isn’t
in full bloom but I can feel
the promise of warmer days and,
with luck, the persistent need
of a peacock to impress
his ladies with the full bloom
of his magnificent tail.
i am not one to probe closet or dresser
I am safe with your secrets if any
as my mother asked me on her last day to get the gun to kill her
I kew all my childhood where it was and the speculum to abort the child
and I am the perfect guest and want to be alone in my dreams
of childhood to recoil and entertain a conversation with a world
A walk foreshortened by the Thames
that once would flow through field and moor –
now stitched and patched with dirty hems,
a city’s outskirts of the poor.
You used to walk here, years ago
when May put on her blossom-show.
But Progress is a subtle sweep
that changes worlds while we’re asleep.
A
pot plant,
this cycad-
now four metres
wide
takes
living
in its stride-
Kew's long-lasting
pride
Encephalartos altensteinii
brought to Kew in 1775 from SA,grows one inch a year.
Travellor,painter,plant explorer
With her coloured-filled fauna and flora-
With ambition to display for public view
A bequest to house them at Royal Kew.
Now readily available,to me and you
Tribute to an extraordinary artist
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marianne_North
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