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Julian Alper Poem
Sitting beside the pond
Enjoying the peace and quiet,
Listening to the sound of trees
Swaying gently in the warm wind,
And the trickle of water tickling the lily pads,
As it fell from above.
The shade from the trees was welcome
And sheltered me from the scorching sun.
I closed my eyes and nodded off once or twice
As I rested my weary legs,
Happily tired by hiking in the heat of the day.
The croak of a frog roused me from my slumber,
I looked around but it wasn’t to be seen,
And I dozed again relishing the serenity.
A moment or two later I woke with a start
As the frog rasped loudly.
Just a metre or two away, I could see the frog
Sitting on a lily pad, looking directly at me.
I stared at him as he gazed at me.
He rasped once more, still gazing at me, so I thought.
He was telling all the lady frogs just where he was.
He thought that at the bark of his calling
All the ladies would come leaping.
But not a single one came near.
He was left alone
To contemplate his solitude,
While I was enjoying mine.
Copyright © Julian Alper | Year Posted 2023
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Julian Alper Poem
Emerging from the deep dark tunnel
arriving into the light of London’s St Pancras
on a wet wintery evening
I saw your text message.
How brilliantly clever of you
not your ordinary SMS
but glowing handwriting
in gigantic bright pink LED letters
lighting up the cold dark night
like a huge hug.
Such a warm greeting
as welcoming as a
tray of hot currant buns
straight from the oven
warming you up
on a cold winter day.
For so long the world at war
and since then
sometimes warm relations
sometimes indifference
sometimes cold war.
How wise you are
to welcome me so warmly
especially at a time like this.
Just as much as
you want your time with me
I want my time with you.
Let’s banish the cold
and share our warmth forever.
Copyright © Julian Alper | Year Posted 2024
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