Come and ride the merry-go-round
Horses up, horses down
Hang on to the pole, don’t you fall
Say hello to the circus clown
Come and hear the calliope
Close your eyes and count to three
Cheerful music, spirits soar
Laughter sails across the sea
Come and ride the merry-go-round
Welcome to our happy town
We pull up stakes in two more days
Our sand dial is the bright sun’s rays
This is an ode to John and his iconic bucolic pub "the Golden Smog" up in Stockton on Tees..
What makes a proper pub?
Unity in a community hub
Immunity from the hubbub
With others shoulders rub
Opportunity you can’t snub
Our own homegrown club
Bubbling banter from the bar
In the cellar need a stellar star
Other views & hues don’t scar
Ales & tales so far above par
No-one argues or does spar
Clinking & sinking another jar
John a helluva fella just say ta
No bigotry is all he does ask
No hate lurking behind a mask
A sisyphean or herculean task
In the company of others bask
No sip from a hidden hip flask
Cheers to beers from the cask
Where the weekend will begin
Delaying within escape the din
Time to spend with ken and kin
Getting you through thick & thin
Whetting our whistles.. chin chin
A third place where a grin will win
To miss this bliss is a cardinal sin
A home from home just staying in!
Shall I compare thy fretful mind to night,
Where shadows feast upon thy wasted flame?
Cease pouring gold on worry's endless spite,
And turn that fire to belief's bright claim.
Let not the thief of doubt devour thy days,
Nor fear's cold hand choke hope's ascending breath;
Instead , with courage's hand, direct thy rays
To grow, to heal, to conquer mortal death.
For energy, that swift and sacred stream,
Doth choose the path where life's true river runs;
If bent on grief, it breeds a barren dream,
But aimed at self, it births triumphant suns.
Thus , waste no more thy power on needless care--
Believe, and watch thy spirit's kingdom flare.
blades of grass with dew-drops
appear as double-edged sharp swords
stabbing tender transparent crystal balls ~
light rays paint kaleidoscopic images
1st place
Sunshine can be found even on a gloomy rainy day. Yes, it can be found. You might think that I'm crazy for saying that. But it's true, you can find sunshine anywhere. It's omnipresent. Maybe it's in your smile and you just have to find it by looking at your pictures when you were just a baby or 9 or 10 full of dreams and sunshine of course. You see, finding it is not that hard. The real thing is whether you want to find it or not. Maybe try rummaging through some memory drawers of yours, you might find a gem if the drawers are of great quality. Well, never go looking for the rain, you can always find it in your eyes. Gloomy days have their own value just like every emotion has its own taste. Happiness tastes like a soothing, delectable dessert after eating something spicy when you finally breathe after a day full of sadness and the wisdom that slowly pulls you out of the dreary dark feels like sunshine. How beautiful life is! I think tasting every emotion is living your life to the fullest. Dear reader, go and find that sunshine or eat that dessert that has been waiting for you.
Here comes after the
Ferocious rain pattering,
Wise rays of sunshine.
Your
the Gamma ray
I needed
Melted
into plexiglass
I'm blurred
You told me
you would
Wait for me
Till
time poured
thru
your fingers
I'm
just crystals
fused
Like
fragments
of time
For you to hold
together
til
the sun
melts my bones
[Poet’s Note : “daisy” originates from the Old English word for day’s eye which meant The Sun. Apparently the flower was given this name because of its rays of petals around a centre & a short lived spring life]
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slumber
rise shine
winter
done run
shiver
spring bring
flower
wishes
paths cross
in dross
she speaks
listen
white rays
one day
blow straight
no hate
daisy
cadence
face grace
no haste
Sun Rays dance on my Bed.
Sunlight arrives early
A few friendly rays
Sit on my duvet, warming it.
I pat the sunlight
Still half asleep
Trying to remember the night`s dreams,
Is difficult,
Before they slip under the radar
Of my alertness.
I do not write any deep poetry.
Only light things enter my mind.
Water in the car
checking the oil using the dip stick
And air in tyres.
To think, a week ago, my heart stopped.
But the ambulance people
Got it ticking again.
Spring and sunlight, yes, this will be
A beautiful day. s
A path, veiled in mist,
Enveloped in the soft light
Of the rising sun.
Golden rays, pierced by reeds and grass,
Casting shadows that ripple,
Like thoughts in a quiet mind.
A world half-hidden,
A moment suspended in time,
Where nature and silence
Sing a song of serenity.
She was light, I was glass, a reflection of the rays passing through me,
A dance of shadows and glimmers on the surface of my cracked heart,
Perhaps I wasn't the purest altar, for something in me always resisted,
Trying to mend her, to hold her, but shattering her fragile outline.
Her light scattered into shards when it passed through me, a sad kaleidoscope,
It wasn't her that bent, but all that was good in her warm essence,
I held her with sharp edges, how could I keep the light alive?
So, in the end, she faded, not from desire, but from the lack of a clear path.
I left her without ways, a labyrinth of cracked mirrors and lost illusions,
And I wondered, how can a broken heart offer shelter to the light?
She vanished, like a memory shrouded in mist, letting the shadows fall,
But perhaps in my reflections, she will always continue to dance, unceasingly.
Parity e y e s, potency f l i p s!
String bean was asked about his lips,
Stretched out for drink of cool water.
The desert wind, so hot, brought her -
“Long Tall Sally,” with spikes of glass;
With blue skies, standing in the grass.
He strums the strings of Summer sun.
Short rays of envy track the fun.
soaking up the rays
plugged into the source
regenerating
AP: 2nd place 2025
We fight stubborn ground,
Heavy panels, slow progress,
Clean power awaits.
"A new relationship is like a seed that we plant and nurture ~
it grows into something beautiful and everlasting."
~ Jodi Picoult
When the veins of indigo thoughts in my broken heart
were gently touched by the golden glow within your soul
we blended together in a splendid hue of luminous sheen.
Upon love's palette, we are a soft shade of verdant green
awash in a crimson rouge of blush when I first felt the rush
of romance ignite my senses on our first night together.
So, I'll write what's in my heart, and the verse would start
with white rose petals of rhymes about the many times
I felt blue, wishing you'd recognized what was in my eyes.
Now, they shine with love brighter than amber rays of the sun.
tulips turn their heads toward the warm sun
they drink in the sun’s bright rays
springtime is here to stay
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