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I’m sitting silently listening to the swoosh swoosh of the sea
Children paddle in icy sapphire water, so young and carefree
Their screams of innocent laughter are ringing in my ear
I reminisce of my childhood and dream of yesteryear
Of days before computers and the electronic age
Mobile phones weren’t invented, now they are all the rage
Bleep Bleep Bleep oh how irritating, it is a constant noise
But now they are essential to many young girls and boys
Life so full of simple pleasures, wind blowing through my hair
Running round barefooted with kites floating in mid air
Digging spectacular sandcastles with a dramatic moat
Splashing around in the sea together in a tiny little boat
Enjoying a perfect picnic on the golden sand
Getting an ice cream and it melting down my hand
Finding stunning starfish and a pretty pink seashell
Take them into school to display at show and tell
Climbing into craggy rock pools with a fishing net
Falling on the rocks getting clothes soaking wet
Bathing beauties on the beach topping up a tan
Suns rays beating down they wish they had a fan
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Written for Vibrant Verse Contest 2 Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot
This loving tribute is long overdue
After a thousand poems or more
Time to honour my country called Canada
Spectacular from shore to shore
The hometown charm of folks down east
To the grandeur of the Rockies and beyond
No wonder Canadians are proud as punch
Sharing a unique common bond
On that great expanse of pink on your map
Just above the great USA
Lives a gentle peace loving bunch of souls
Sure hope we can keep it that way
Not able to challenge the super powers
Competing in the Olympic games
Delighted just to share in the excitement
Winning or losing, it's the same
Happy to call Canada my home
Where magnificent vistas abound
My beloved country stands straight and tall
It's beauty the world over is renowned
© Jack Ellison 2013
When you close your eyes
When you close your eyes
everything that you see
is spectacular in it's beauty
life is good for all equally
all you have to do is
close your eyes
When you close your eyes
life is good, life is great
time to really celebrate
life is good, life is great
if you keep repeating it
you can convince yourself
that it's true...
all you need to do is...
close your eyes.
When you close your eyes
there is no more hunger
no more sadness or pain,
when you close your eyes
the sun forever shines,
never a grey moment of rain.
When you close your eyes
the whole world shows true
loving kindness,
but the sad truth is that
there is no cure
for willful blindness.
John Derek Hamilton
May 14,2016
Our earthbound concepts stifle and betray.
By living in the now, our every move’s
testimony to desires wrought in tales.
Our actions marred by spectacular fail,
but many lessons learned are treasure troves,
still earthbound concepts stifle and betray.
From numerous relationships I’ve bailed;
the eager lovers passing by in droves,
testimony to desires wrought in tales.
Often condemned by society, Holy Grail
of idealism that rebounds, and strove
by earthbound concepts stifled and betrayed.
Some friable notions foisted upon hale
and hearty folk who similar’ behove
testimony to desires wrought in tales.
We cleave to original mistake,* nailed
by brazen sillage† of the sin of love
for earthbound concepts—stifled and betrayed.
Testimony to desires wrought in tales.
NOTES
*‘Technically, sin itself was a Christian invention, a mistranslation of the Hebrew word chait, meaning error, a mistake.’ From the novel The Secret Purposes, by David Baddiel.
†Sillage in perfume refers to the aura or trail created by a perfume when it is worn on the skin. It comes from the word in French for ‘wake’ and can best be described as how a fragrance diffuses around the wearer. Sillage or diffusion in fragrances can also be called the ‘projection’ of a fragrance.
They came
They marched
They honoured
Their newly crowned monarch
on Coronation Day
King Charles the third
and Camilla his Queen
in the Golden State Coach
the World for to see
Their marching
Not one single foot out of place
Their music
Was truly spectacular
So before they go
I hope they know
to each one I say
on this auspicious day
~
despite the rain
~
despite the cloud
~
Today I felt so very proud
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FOR NO ONE DOES IT BETTER…
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Written on 6th May 2023
After witnessing King Charles 111 and Queen Camilla’s Coronation
and the incredible feat of the marching troupes who were truly spectacular
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1217 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th Place in Brian's PREMIERE contest
As the sting of betrayal pierced your heart;
your tears were exposed, for all to see.
And as reason raced through a gauntlet
of choices, you realized
each one devastated your heart.
You woke from a dream, composed of reality
coupled with imagination:
whereas love was tentative, at best.
And yet, so precious
as to awe you with its beauty,
and yet scare you with its fragility.
Walling off your heart, you cried
over the pain Hope had inflicted.
Love once felt passionate, and on fire;
yet that degree of heat left you vulnerable,
like a moth to a flame.
A moth cannot help being a moth;
with all its urges and desires;
while the flame cannot be anything but a flame.
And so, the meeting of the two,
although spectacular, is doomed to be short-lived.
Like a moth to Fire's flame, you were seduced
by the heat of deceitful words;
and you fell prey to their sway.
Only to realize love was but an illusion,
when, like a puff of smoke, it disappeared today.
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
The thunder rolled across the sky
Sounding like an orchestra's rythym section of drums
Beating, rolling to a crescendo
Upon the dark fluffy, floating menacing clouds
As if rumbled you felt the earth shake
One loud crack and the the symphony ended
Only to regain composure and start again
Sheets of lightning danced across the sky
Once in a while a bolt of lightning would strike
The light show was spectacular
It was nature's own fire works
It felt like the opening of a new show
The rains poured from the heaven
And the heaven opened every tear duct
It drenched everything in sight
I stood in awe of mother nature's grand show.
God, can we say hallelujah
When you are the reason for being and living?
You are the reason why our lives are so free of disturbances
The evil one cannot touch us
You are the reason why we are smiling and laughing
Free of disturbing thoughts, unwelcomed emotions
You are the center for us
Can we say bless you God
When you are the reason of us enjoying our zing?
You give life because you are life
You give us spark Lord
A meaning
God You are so spectacular
Superb, breathtaking, extravagant
That we can’t behold You Lord
Lord You are beyond measurable
Beyond greatest, mind-blowing
Lord You are sooooooooo
God Halleluyah
Can we say YOU RULE?
YOU RULE FATHER
Yeayyyyyy!!
And You are in our corner
Praise You God
Exalt You God
Magnify You God
Worship YOU
Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)
Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..
Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..
Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...
Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....
A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...
Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....
Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…
To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...