It is your duty
To keep this life alive
So write to your little Ms cutie
With blue-brown eyes
Tell her you love her
And never a day goes by
Take care not to smother
Yet do not force her love to die
For in all of the time
That you sit with the words
You are always on that line
Of doubting the absurd
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Saturday, 17 November 2018
Friday, 16 November 2018
Dress Sense
New truths
From dawn through
To December
Lent by a friend
Back then
Always to remember
Send her your love
You don’t know
If she still feels
Depend upon to see her
In those
Vainglorious heels
From dawn through
To December
Lent by a friend
Back then
Always to remember
Send her your love
You don’t know
If she still feels
Depend upon to see her
In those
Vainglorious heels
Thursday, 15 November 2018
Drought
There is a need
To water the roots
In these parched times
One needs cups of fresh water
Or jugfuls, imagined from the past
Ice cool, fascination
There was a need
To pluck the weeds
From those wasteful times
One needed cups of fresh water
To replenish, the spillage of the past
Cool blue, interpretation
To water the roots
In these parched times
One needs cups of fresh water
Or jugfuls, imagined from the past
Ice cool, fascination
There was a need
To pluck the weeds
From those wasteful times
One needed cups of fresh water
To replenish, the spillage of the past
Cool blue, interpretation
Wednesday, 14 November 2018
Pause
Don’t turn on the radio
Don’t watch the television
Listen to your own thoughts
Follow your inner vision
Tune into the silence
Meditate with calm
Contemplate your own thoughts
Stretch your unsteady arm
Be thankful for the moment
Take in a deeper breath
Silence is your answer
A welcome of such light caress
Don’t watch the television
Listen to your own thoughts
Follow your inner vision
Tune into the silence
Meditate with calm
Contemplate your own thoughts
Stretch your unsteady arm
Be thankful for the moment
Take in a deeper breath
Silence is your answer
A welcome of such light caress
Tuesday, 13 November 2018
One Time Moreover
All of those early mornings
Sunlight through open-windows
Warm rays against the shutters
Fresh breeze, golden thoughts
To stand, to be
To stand, to be
All of those early mornings
Frost for the taming thrush
Mist on the distant bush
Cold warmth, golden thoughts
To stand, to be
To stand, to be
Sunlight through open-windows
Warm rays against the shutters
Fresh breeze, golden thoughts
To stand, to be
To stand, to be
All of those early mornings
Frost for the taming thrush
Mist on the distant bush
Cold warmth, golden thoughts
To stand, to be
To stand, to be
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