Sacred grove for M lady Lucianne

Above my head tree branches intertwine
to form a leafy canopy
through which the silvery moon light can shine
if only intermittently.
A lasting sense of peace pervades this place.
As if some sacred spirit rules.
Your troubles disappear and leave no trace.
The trees are her most willing tools
deep rooted in the earth they stand.
Living slow growing monuments
who knows what mysteries they understand
They suffer not from mans ailments.
No jealous animosity
can penetrate this sanctuary

18-Jan-08.

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In Command for All The Moms

When I was born I had no choice
whether to protest or rejoice.
I was evicted forcefully
for no good reason I could see.
I would have stayed permanently
had it been left up to me.
Wrapped in the comfort of the womb
where up to now I was welcome.
But Mother Nature obviously
had other plans in mind for me.
She makes the rules all must obey,
that’s how I saw the light of day.
I quickly learnt as babies do
Who’s in control? it's me not you.

5-Oct-08
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Shedding a little light on the past for M 'lady Ernestine

A candle in a paper boat
Placed on the water carefully
Then lit before its set afloat
Recalls a racial memory.
Of funeral pyres in days of old
Of longships burning in the night.
The records that our memories hold.
Transformed by the candle light
on paper boats we set adrift.
It’s just a little game to us
But memories can slowly lift
the veil that’s separating us.
Two worlds existing side by side.
Long may these memories abide.

Tuesday,08 December 2009
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A Cushy Billet.

Lunatic sonnet.

Psychiatrists have labelled me,
In doing so have set me free
From all responsibility.
I need not worry any more.
All of my needs are catered for.
I laugh until my sides are sore.
Although they keep me close confined.
To tell the truth I do not mind.
I left my troubles all behind.
When I was certified insane
I lose much less than what I gain.
I need not ever work again.
I live in idle luxury
My every want provided free.

Monday,15 August 2011
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Recollections for friend T'J Becker

The butter lamps cast a soft glow.
As chanting monks in unison
their voices blending come and go
to raise their morning orison.
And thus begins another day
that’s filled with studying and prayer
As these devotees seek the way
The motive which has brought them there.
Although their faith I do not share.
I can share their serenity
Which permeates the very air.
A scene which still entrances me
I can recall it vividly
from memory so easily.

16-Sep-08

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Morning Ritual.

Cywydd deuair Fyrion.

I greet the dawn.
A day new born.
My hymn of praise
I gladly raise.
As I should do
and so should you.
We know it’s true
that praise is due
An attitude
of gratitude.
Would be seemly
But we are free
To choose to sing
or do nothing.
It may well be
that unlike me.
You do not pray
to greet the day

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Electric storm for M' lady Ernestine

The darkness of the night is rent
By lightning bolts that burn blue/white
The power of Nature apparent.
It is a truly awesome sight.
A heavenly firework display.
A lesson in humility
or merely just the Gods at play
It could be either possibly.
Depending how you choose to view,
this natural phenomenon.
Of course the choice is left to you.
Because it is so quickly gone
I choose to take the former view.
A lesson which is overdue.

Wednesday,02 February 2011
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Assayed and found wanting.

I saw a(lady) passing by
and I was very glad she passed
Everything about her was a lie.
Pure deception unsurpassed.
Despite the glances which she cast
in my direction hoping to.
Snare my attention hold me fast
She did not know how much I knew
about her somewhat shady past
.She only saw me as a male
who could be fooled from first to last
Her efforts were to no avail.
I can tell gold from common ore
because I have been fooled before.

Sunday,28 February 2010
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At least that's my excuse. For J.T.Ellison

Fatigue sets in more quickly now.
As passing years catch up with you.
But circumstances will allow
A quick cat nap which can only do.
A recharge of your batteries.
So do not let it worry you.
You must conserve your energies.
For things you really want to do.
I have a snooze each afternoon
A habit which I cultivate
I consider it to be a boon.
There is nothing which cannot wait.
Retirement has set me free
from any sense of urgency.

Saturday,11 September 2010
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Blinded by Bias.

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Most scientists hypothesise.
Then try to prove their theories
Dame nature cuts them down to size.
Producing further mysteries.

Results they cannot replicate
although they try their very best
It seems they don’t appreciate.
There is no scientific test.

Which proves or disproves E.S.P.
They disregard the evidence
that conflicts with their theory.
They conclude it makes no sense.
Because their methodology
lacks any credibility.

Sunday,30 January 2011

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