Crows come
And crows go
But Arthur always was.
For years the lofty oak had been
His look-out every day
And soon as Mother chucked the scraps
His shiny eyes
Would spot the crumbs
From eighty yards away.
No craftier crow
In all the land
Than Arthur black and strong
And wise more wise
Than all magpies
He would not fly straight down.
Although he’d had
So many scraps
From Mother's grassy lawn
He’d never ever fail to wait
For just in case
It might be bait
To trap him once for all.
So Arthur’d sit and look around
Then fly a reconnoitre
And then he’d fly a closer one
And land in something shorter.
OK! I think, would Arthur think,
It might be safe to eat it
And down he’d drop
And grab the lot
And quick as quick
He’d beat it.
In memory of a crow that used to perch in the first big oak at our tree nurserey in England during the 1990s and 1980s.
Categories:
reconnoitre, bird, creation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Nothing can dim the glow of my joy
Those meaningful moments which I still recall.
I find certain happiness yet silence in time
With occupying thoughts that always cross my mind.
Along the stream of consciousness, there’s a hidden message
I may be attentive, yet time creeps so fast.
There’s difficulty that hampers me though
A busload of burdens that wrap me till night.
On and off, I turn to gaze at these things
Wholly appreciative that counts twice as much.
The richness in spirit opens my heart to beat
Like a dancing note that jumps over the keyboard.
I look at the beauty of Verona in its history
With great admiration to highlight its civilisation
The arena for instance that shows an immense performance
Of Shakespearean plays so romantic but tragic ones.
Moving back and fro, I see the rhythm and sign
Of our very lives so unique to confront
It is our attitude to bring the gifts of ourselves
In this present life where we struggle and live our faith.
Categories:
reconnoitre, travel, me,
Form: Concrete
The profoundity of darkness
engulfing lavish mysticism,
had an intimidating aura around it
giving way to pessimism.
And the moon not to be seen anywhere,
left thou in solitude to totter,
to visualize stupendous perspectives of life,
and to reconnoitre.
No breeze to carry away the sweltering heat,
No one to part thine deal,
Thou art got to discover the path alone,
A lonely man, an awesome soul!
The twinkling stars are made
to beguile thou in possible ways,
to pass on a ridiculous smile
when the boulder stays.
Such is the profoundity of darkness,
Such is the bestowal of darkness….
But,
It’ll relent some time
as the light has to suffuse,
and then thou can discern new rays,
new ways.
And it’s prosperity in the blithe-some journey
that thou can aspire
and can even indulge in reveire.
Categories:
reconnoitre, art, faith, life, perspective,
Form: Lyric