Nocturnal changes forM 'Lady Wennie
At fall of night the desert lies
silent. Waiting for the moon to rise
Which will reveal the muted tones
of rolling dunes and time worn stones.
This is the time small creatures stir
and seek the food which they prefer.
No longer need to hide away
from the blazing heat of the day.
They have to forage carefully
others are hunting hopefully
.Try to avoid the predators
prepared to kill without remorse
The desert lifeless through the day
by night becomes a place to prey.
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Entranced for Grandaughter Chitra
I saw two rainbows intertwine
their colours were identical.
Together forming a design
which I found doubly beautiful.
I’ve often seen a single bow
they’re not at all unusual.
A band of pastel colours show
delicately ethereal.
But never had I seen before
two rainbow arches in the sky
Two matching bands of colours soar
across the sky majestically.
I stood entranced by what I saw.
What philistine could ask for more.
05/04/2009
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Who is in charge?
My muse continues to abuse
her position. She will refuse
to use her skills to help me out
That she’s in charge she has no doubt.
But I have bad news for my muse.
I have arranged some interviews
with other muses unemployed
Who say they would be overjoyed
to find themselves in with a chance
Which would improve their circumstance.
My muse is old and crotchety
she really thinks, she employs me.
I think it’s time that she retired
a thought which she herself inspired.
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Matchless Partnership for M lady Chitra
I have a friend who can pretend.
She’s just a piece of jewellery
A ploy she uses to defend
herself from closer scrutiny.
A member of the dragon race
although she is a miniature
my lapel is her favourite place
where she is certain she’s secure
When I am sitting on my own
she loves to light my smoke for me.
But only when we are alone
and she is sure no one can see.
Communicating mentally
we get along quite happily.
18-Aug-08
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Daisies for M lady Tara
A lawn without a weed it seems
would satisfy most gardeners dreams
But not for me I much prefer
to see a daisy here and there.
Like stars which decorate the night
these tiny flowers glowing white.
A sight which I find pleases me
much more than boring greenery.
My neighbours say it’s a disgrace
but dare not say it to my face.
They know what my reply would be
and so they whisper secretly.
About the way I keep my lawn
with daisies strewn and left unshorn.
3-Mar-08
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Dare to Live
Today might be the day you die.
So seize each opportunity
That’s offered you and don’t ask why
But grasp each moment eagerly.
Why vacillate and hesitate.
Waste time wondering if you should
You will regret when it’s too late.
You did not do it when you could
We all do things that we regret.
We have to make our own mistakes
Learn lessons that we won’t forget.
Experience is all it takes.
Take a chance do it today
Another chance won’t come your way.
26/07/2009
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Tolerance.
If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.
Wednesday,13 January 2010
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Acclimatised.
Softly, softly rain is falling.
The thirsty earth accepts with grace.
Harsher memories recalling.
Another time another place.
Just praying for the monsoon rains.
To dispel the cloying heat
So we can breathe cool air again.
A prayer we endlessly repeat.
But this is now and that was then.
Long, long ago and far away
Now we have returned home again
We have no further need to pray.
For blessed rain to cool the air.
It rains most days but I don't care.
Wednesday,07 March 2012.
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Unhappy Landings
A spider’s web bedecked with dew,
each crystal dropp reflecting light
Can turn a deadly trap into
a work of art for my delight
But the spider does not care.
her handiwork is not for me.
She waits in patience in her lair
for flies that cannot struggle free.
She is a supreme architect
and builds her web instinctively
She knows her business I expect
ensures she can dine frequently.
Although the flies have compound eyes
her web still takes them by surprise.
2-May-08
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Farewell Ritual.
The rifles bark their last salute.
To say farewell to a comrade.
The tears of mourners follow suit.
The last post sounds: A serenade
or better yet a lullaby
To lull a valiant soul to sleep.
A tribute to his memory.
The price of freedom is not cheap.
Another human sacrifice
offered to the God of War.
He earned his place in paradise
to rest in peace for evermore.
A sight we see too frequently
In military cemeteries.
Friday,27 August 2010
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