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Ode To the Brighton Seagull

From lofty heights the seagull spies 
The weighted hands of eager guests 
He circles high and swoops down low 
stealing our supper as he goes ...

Meanwhile our hands now weightless feel 
our appetite remains at ill 
Perhaps some fleeting chance remains 
to buy our supper once again. 

Standing tall upon a grassy nook
wary wanderers on the sandy shore 
Where the seagull is king o’er the tide 
the beach is ours for the asking 
and the food is his for the taking. 

-Naomi Rainbow-
August 2019

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To Sing the Unsung Melody

To sing the unsung melody; 
To ring the unrung bell ??…
Amidst the hungry poets 
Starved and naked with pens poised …
To be awake amongst the sleeping;
To feel rain that has sobbed itself dry;
To the archer with only a toy arrow 
He will come by and by …!
( Naomi Rainbow )

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In Autumn Fair

In Autumn Fair 
The Old Oak stands strong in  dappled  shade, 
with sunlit greens and browns upon the  misted fields, 
who yield their timeless gaze. 
The bird of prey ; she soars eagerly on  lofty heights, 
soon swooping down amidst the soil. 
Triumphant now she bears her rodent  crown, 
the mice had run amuck 
but now perchance their final destiny called; 
from feathered heights 
and sunlit hills 
and diamond-beaded cobwebs all a-glistening in the glade, 
while the Earth hushes a lull 
and Autumn gives her great Embrace. 

Leaves entwined in a flurry of a breeze 
Caught up in the air like a charm 
to be later tramped underfoot, amidst much crunching and laughter 
by carefree deftly footed children 
Only hampered by the imaginations of their parents , 
‘Shhhh, tread softly now!’
‘Don’t ruin your shoes!’
‘Walk, don’t run!’ 
And so the uttermost pleasure of Autumn is for-stalled, until adults chatting altogether, in a semi half gaze, forget the delights of childhood and wonder why they dare to dream no more….
Meanwhile the children run and jump and dance, for the leaves are making music as they play. 
For surely the only life worth living is life through the eyes of a child. 

NaomiRainbow

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The Well of Life

The gated wall they stood before 
No timber seemed  awake to them; 
no splinter stirred amidst the wood, 
the nails now rusty in their beds, 
where once brave Knights had deftly trod 
on mounted horses,  
all bejewelled. 
True Knights  and Barons who heralded The Cause.  
That narrowest of narrow paths,  
Where only the Truest traveller knows 
The healing waters for his love sick heart 
Lay hidden deep within the Well,  
and who would ever know its source?
For in disguise it lay vast and deep, 
covered in thickets where Lion’s prowl 
Only the footsore brave seek its song 
The song of  sweetest melody 
and in every chord a different balm; 
to heal, to bind, to nourish and to love 
but so faint on the wind is the song - 
you would ne’er hear it - even if you strained;
wooed by the sound of The Maker,  
and only seen by the eyes of the heart,
echoing in fathomless depths. 
The beauteous sound of the waters brings healing to his love sick  heart,
and trusses of red blossoms spring forth 
And with a sweet pure melodic fragrance,  
it bursts into a myriad of colours,  
Leading him in a dance, singing the sweet sweet melody, 
and as he sings, 
the waters of the Well gush forth 
and he within the waters is reborn.

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The Rose

The morning dew the night had spent in tears, and doubled low.  
But as the sun arose amidst the lofty plains, 
his tears caressed the Rose. 
The sweet perfume contained within the pretty head of petals, 
With a gentle gust of Summer breeze the scent was borne on the wind. 
-Naomi Rainbow-

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The Rose Second Edition

The morning Dew had spent the night in tears and doubled low 
But as the sun arose amidst the lofty plains, 
His tears caressed the Rose. 
So sweet the perfume contained within the pretty head of petals 
Undisturbed other than by the Dew,
In innocence born, and to dust to return,
When the day is done and the Summer is spent. 

Dusk now hangs in the sky and paints the evening theme
Earth-like sleeping beauty in a dream 
Until the Dew has shed his tears again 
Will sleeping Earth awake and join the song 
and the sweet Rose’s perfume is borne on the wind. 
-Naomi Rainbow-

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In the Chasm of My Mind

In the chasm of my mind 
Where many tears have crystallised;
becoming stalagmites and stalactites - 
To have had, and to have held; 
To have lived, and to have died 
To all life’s happenings, good and ill,
For restitution and solace now seek their place,
Many eyed beasts crave the crumbs of the waste -
wasted years, and scorn  fed tears , they lay in the hidden caves of the recesses of my  mind…

I will look up to the hills 
And feed upon the sunrise,
My need is saturated in Your love;
I am bathed in Your light 
And swaddled in Your cloak of righteousness 
As Surely as goodness and mercy are at my side, I seek no comfort here,
for I am sustained by the fount of all blessings
And by the Eventide when I find myself at The Great River, 
I will be ready to cross. 

Naomi Rainbow

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Life

Look  for the ancient pathway
Where the path breathes with life at every sacred step;
Heaving and yearning, 
gradually freeing our souls;
untwining and untangling even the ugliest knots. 
Until all we seek is Your  face,
And all we hear is Your tender voice, 
Beckoning us further than we dare to tread alone;
Pilgrimage becoming sweet 
When we place our hands in Yours, 
The rough ways You do make smooth
And the crooked path You do make straight. 

Whilst the Wolves and Hyena’s mock in vain; 
Our heads  now drip 
with Your precious oil, 
And our human form with Your feathers You do hide,
For You know our feeble frame. 

When shadows are drawn long  at eventide 
we remember we are but dust 
As the scattered embers remain;
our life’s refrain 
We still our souls to remember thus:

Tales of knights in armoured suits, 
And battles long they fought,
awoken as if by ancient dreams, 
Drawing on the waters deep for the thirsty soul ne’er can sleep 
Quenched now only by Thy healing streams
Thee my burning embers cool. 

Seeking solace now instead of noise;
Wisdom’s cloak is gladly worn 
When the hour presses deep
upon our souls
The oil of gladness is our song. 

With fervour we press on towards The Prize, 
Though lions roar and oceans swell, 
We have learnt the beauty of Your ways
And love to dwell in Your ancient Courts, 
listening like small children to their Mother’s soft sweet voice
We deftly tread upon the world that Thou hast made, 
and Thou aides us on to Beulah  Land
Where at the river shall we cross
Into The Jordan Sea 
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