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Nothing can compare to walking
Through a meadow of smiling sunflowers
Their warm beauty falls upon my face
As I wander silently alone among such a
Rich company of friends
Their radiant colours of shining yellow
And brown have passed down through
Endless eons of past summers
Their thirst quenched by the early dew
Now graced by the warm morning sun
As they try and touch the sky
What can compare to your iridescence
Summer cannot compete with your allure
Even rainbows in the sky lose their lustre
Or bouquets of butterflies floating in the summer sun
The whole realm of nature bows down in homage
To your beauty but alas your life on Earth
Is far too short all too soon you are gone
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The final day done and now my Liberty Bell
No more work retirement is now for me
Others come to shake my hand to say farewell
Oh now work has just become history
I can now put my feet up and watch TV
No more listening to what the boss has to say
I can walk in the park just let life be
Is this retirement now one long holiday
My first day I achieved so much I did do well
I walked the dog for an hour for all to see
We walked in the wood where I tripped and fell
Then went to a café for a cup of tea
Drove home again behind a slow old taxi
I then watched the sunset at the end of the day
To see the moon rise over our old cherry tree
Is this retirement now one long holiday
I’ve been retired now a year you can tell
I thought in retirement I’d be happy and free
Sitting in the park I often gaze and dwell
Of times when I worked I was so happy
With a secretary so young and carefree
Now I feel like an old brewers dray
Sipping coffee at the café and eating brie
Is this retirement now one long holiday
Retirement is fine for some I think you’d agree
But I miss my colleagues that’s all I can say
With days that are long the dog my company
This retirement is no long holiday
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The harbour rests from the rolling waves
Of a windswept and tempestuous sea
Beyond the breakwater lay sailors graves
Where shipwrecks in eternal sleep rest free
Once lured upon the rocks they didn’t see
Now ghosts of sailors take their endless rest
With sirens haunting cries, their bemoaning plea
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Yachts now moored, as their owners misbehaves
In dim lit cabins with lovers on their knee
Pink gin’s at sunset and acting like knaves
While jealous husbands spy hiding on the quay
And lovers sit on their boats drinking Chablis
Other yachts sit forlorn not looking their best
Their days spent at sea, with the call of the siren’s banshee
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Fishing boats chug past, their crew now waves
At those waiting for their catch with impish glee
On the quayside, fish, their customers now craves
And the fee for their catch they readily agree
Then having a meal completely buckshee
The fishermen go home for a well-earned rest
No more trawling, hearing sirens or wailing kelpie
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Life in the harbour for some is all but carefree
Yet for others it may not be so heaven blest
As they sail troubled seas where sirens can be
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
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Autumn
Chilly evenings
Windswept leaves on the ground
Picking blackberries in the hedge
Tasty
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A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
Against a dry stone wall on a windy hill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed
Over steep Welsh hills they roam best
Hardy hill sheep bred to wander at will
A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
Long fleeces waving in springs unrest
Bleating lambs at teats taking their fill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed
A brooding landscape the ultimate test
The valley below a patchwork sits still
A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
Her love is her flock she tenders with zest
Caring for her lambs with love and skill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed
A shepherdess her lambs so caressed
Her life with her sheep is always a thrill
A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
She cradles it with love so truly blessed
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We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday
Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long.
We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all
Life; we walked the coastal path to where the bungalow
Fell in the sea last year, near to the wreck of the oil tanker
That ran aground in a winter storm.
On the only dry day we had we went for a picnic sitting
In a meadow beneath an oak tree but there were no wild
Flowers, and no bees either; even the Holly Blue's didn't show.
Only the soft noise of fracking in a nearby field. Cows that once
Graced that field now stand farting and eating their lives away
In a shed that's part of a factory farm.
On our last day we sat in the cafe eating cod and
Chips, cod caught in the Irish Sea loaded with
Caesium 137 and strontium 90 that had been seeping
Out of Sellafield nuclear power station over the years.
We could have had the Pacific tuna irradiated from the
Fukushima fall-out but preferred the cod.
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I remember when I was young
When fine Christmas Carols would be sung
I’d go to bed with such sweet dreams
Of presents and toys and all that gleams
Of Santa’s reindeer and his sleigh
Of toy cars and trains to make my day
A Christmas stocking just for me
And presents under a Christmas tree
Those were the days so full of joy
When I was just a little boy
That was many years ago
An age when the pace of life was slow
Now is a time of austerity
No more gifts under the Christmas tree
Of homeless sleeping in doorways
And asylum seekers in a daze
Babe’s born in an African drought
Born only to die and all for nowt’
A time when kindness has been lost
A time when all hopes and dreams were tossed
Of climate change and corp'rate greed
Ignoring the plight of those in need
Of wars and battles fought for oil
The poor working with blood, sweat and toil
I now dream what I want to see
A Christmas that brings hope to many
That kindness will soon reappear
And give hope to all and dispel fear
So one and all can come to see
That there is hope for humanity
This dream I have will not walk by
A dream of hope that will never die
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A frozen winter’s chill hangs in the air
Icy landscape under a cold clear blue sky
Frosty branches point skyward accusingly.
The cold brittle air catches in the throat
As if it is about to break in two as
Winter casts its frigid cape all around.
The golden leaves of autumn are now brown,
Crumpled underfoot, or turn to wet mush
Beneath the bare trees standing like sentinels.
What can break the spell of winters grasp?
What magic can turn the season around?
Or is it better now to hibernate?
As frosty air rises over the lakes,
February is such a cruel sad month,
The heart of winter, yet a prologue to Spring.
In memory of Sylvia Plath 1932 – 11 Feb 1963
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Dawn’s birth
Nightingales sing
Sleepy bluebells waken
Sparrows bathe in the morning dew
New day
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Wind chimes
Dance in the breeze
But after a short while
The bloody things get on my nerves
Damn noise
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