In Pensive Mood

The dawn breaks grey and desolate.
No song birds sing to greet the day
I view the world disconsolate
It seems that night is here to stay.
But later on the sun will rise,
the morning mists evaporate
and change the world before my eyes.
I only have to watch and wait
As from the east the light will spread.
The sun will rise triumphantly
to take his station overhead.
A sight I welcome heartily.

A blackbird sings. His orison
informs the world that night is gone.

18-Jan-08

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Sons of Vulcan for Colin

The Smith strikes sparks with every blow.
He is a master of his trade
The inert metal seems to grow,
by magic it becomes a blade.
If myths and legends do not lie
I see no reason why they should.
Smiths are adept at wizardry
but use their magic lore for good,
Vulcan: Blacksmith to the Gods
passed on to smiths his secret lore.
Which has survived against the odds?
The smiths still use their magic for
creating artefacts by hand.
Their artistry still in demand.

22-Aug-07

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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley

To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.

7-Jun-08

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Do I dream or am I dreamt?

Do I dream or am I dreamt?

Surrealistic landscapes can
appear to be reality.
Scenes never seen by any man.
I can imagine easily.
Strange planets occupied
by aliens hostile to men
At other times I’m satisfied
to see the mountains once again.
I’m in control I can dictate
exactly what I wish to see.
I only need to concentrate
and set my questing spirit free.
When I dream I dream lucidly
unless someone is dreaming me.

02/09/2009
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Insolvent for my friend Aldo

The silver leaves of aspen trees
which shimmer in the playful breeze.
Each separate leaf reflecting light
like newly minted coinage bright.
Quite soon will be a memory
as autumn winds strip every tree
until no single leaf is left
Their branches naked and bereft.
Though they still shiver in the breeze.
The naked branches do not please
the eye the way they used to do.
I long again to see the view
of silver laden aspen trees.
which dip and curtsy in the breeze..

28-Oct-07

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Quietude for M lady Lucianne

Across the meadows bells are ringing.
Overhead the birds are winging
homewards to their roosting place
As twilight falls, the hour of grace
which separates the day from night.
When darkness overcomes the light,
the western sky is tinged with red
The weary sun retires to bed
the sky takes on a darker hue
changing from ice to midnight blue.
Then one by one the stars appear
against the blue as beacons clear.
I sit and watch contentedly
as quietude envelopes me.

27-Apr-08

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A touch of Frost for Friend Thad

From my library shelf I took
by random choice a poetry book.
I thought to while some time away
to brighten up a boring day
It chanced to be by Robert Frost
and I was hooked completely lost
I finished the anthology
and found his words inspired me
I had to try and see if I
could find the words to satisfy
the need I felt to emulate.
This poet who could clearly state
in his own style of poetry.
His own home spun philosophy.

28-May-08

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A Worthy Man?

The Very Reverend Doctor Green.
A doctor of divinity
This learned cleric can be seen
as lacking in humility.
The Doctor knows or thinks he knows.
The answers to the mysteries
and by his proud demeanour shows
Intolerance is his disease.
Pontificates on the T.V
and denigrates all other creeds
His bloated pride won’t let him see
that different folks have different needs
Is his blinkered attitude
deserving of our gratitude?

07/07/2009
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Doubletalk for Friend Thad

I don’t accept coinicidence
although some things seem synchronised.
I can’t believe it is by chance.
Although I know my view defies.
What is accepted usually
by other folks who disagree.
The tend to look askance at me.
Regard my stance contemptuously
As they are quite entitled to.
Its only an hypothesis
I cannot prove that it is true.
But I would feel it most remiss
to deny synchronicity.
I’d see that as duplicity..

18-May-08

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Contentment for M'lady C.T.Heart

How do you measure happiness?
Is it a question of degree?
A measurement of more or less
discontent to ecstasy.
Is it enough to be content?
I think for most that must be true.
Although sometimes by accident
you are allowed a different view.
One moment of pure ecstasy.
You know you are connected to
Everything: An epiphany
which makes you change your world view.
I think perhaps to be content
for me is quite sufficient.

21-Jul-08

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