Long Gambolling Poems

When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?

Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for...

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Spring
What does spring mean to me?
the shedding of winter’s coats.
Scarves and obnoxious hats
 Freedom, to breathe god’s air.
New life; new-born lambs gambolling along,
 nuzzle mums' milk
The smell of freshness from open windows 
 in the...

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Spring is here!!........ its very name, sets our hearts aglow,
all dormant life springs into action, after Winter's icy blow,
the harsher that frosty Season, the more we welcome Spring,
with its rejuvenating vigour, our World begins to...

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Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
When breaking news takes us through hard day’s sour sweat
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Broken bones shattered glass Doom’s Day sunset bomb
Pan-flutes nectar river angels who don’t...

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Sharks in the ocean, killer whales -
prevalence of predators in knee deep water,
all because men know better.
They, we - bring disaster to the shore,
to the salty, silty, haven
of children, couples, the old and young.

The fascination...

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I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The...

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My playful little lordling mine
Gambolling on hay
Pouting shouting scouting kine
Dallying all the way

I lose the thread he flies
I catch him on the skies
From age to age
In sinner and sage
Through shepherd boys’ eyes

The cunning one so...

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JUSTICE  

Who has seen the abode of Justice? Where does she thrive and rest in solemnity, 
Reigning as chieftain, defying wickedness? 
Who knows the domain of Justice;
Where does she hold sway? 
Is she satisfied...

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I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on...

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Much admired, long awaited,
A month of Spring celebrated
Yearly with colourful display.

The bursting blooms of May,
Hastening winter to go;
Erase memories of snow.

May will appear
On time, and make it clear
Nature knows when best
To emerge from seasonal rest.
Hopefully...

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I would write you words that would make you smile
Of meadows and may flies and a love that lasted
I would sing songs of beauty that would you, beguile
If I weren’t such a miserable bastard.

And I’d...

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LIFE’S A GAMBOL – THEN YOU DIE

I am a woolly little lamb.
That ewe’s my mum, my dad’s the ram.
Mum told me how that came to be
But it seemed a little rude to me.
Dad’s favourite song...

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UNINTEGRATED YOU

Hello parts of you,
I can see you’re 
Standing, wondering and
Pondering the use of limbs 
That would caress and 
Enclose or
Push away
And urge the many
To the fray
Where horses
Fire manes and 
Whips 
Lost in canyons
Of misty delusions
Turn in the dark and 
Huddle...

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Behold the towering top of Soracte
  Snow capped and quiescent
Gazing benevolently down
Upon lambs gambolling and flowers
    Of the forest opening

No longer does it feel enslaved
To the boiling passions of its once...

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Gambolling along as ewe do, happy and carefree.
Ewe’d do it all over again, in the greening esprit.

Gambolling in full wool, unaware of morrow’s snip.
Ewe see only what is in fashion, not the future clip.

Gambolling with...

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My lamb
That fluffy fleece
Of innocence within me
Does not fully understand
How things work out.
Tempted by the sunlight on the dewy grass,
Grazing,gambolling
It ventures away from home
Till it reaches the forest's  edge.
But when night falls
With the darkness...

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Dolefully the  eventide strolled 

Down the hills leaving

Scintilla of hues on horizon

Then yielding to night's decree

 owls hooted in unison

Forlorn fowls sought refuge in groves,

Stray dogs tired of full day's gambolling

searched for shelter,

Gophers still...

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Spring
is here!
Little lambs
are gambolling
in verdant pastures.
Soon the white woolly ewes
let hungry offspring suckle.
I smile as the lamb's tails waggle
as they guzzle the nutritious milk
whilst the ever patient ewes munch fresh grass.
Golden daffodils and pretty tulips
add...

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Trapped in the open, free within
Spiralling thoughts makes our head spin
In time we lose all we hold dear
We’re burnt by desire, scarred by fear

Notice head and heart stand apart 
How then may bliss ignition start
Though...

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