I see, Do you?
I see what all men see
but I regard it with a poet’s eye.
Find beauty in the ordinary
which other men will just pass by.
For there is beauty everywhere.
The world is more than passing fair,
especially to an artists eye
who has the time to stand and stare.
So many look but cannot see.
I find it extraordinary
that other men pass beauty by.
That is not how things ought to be.
The have the opportunity
which they don’t take although it’s free.
Perhaps they are afraid to try
to understand the worlds beauty.
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Educators for Friend Thad
Petrarchan sonnet
Italian sestet
The classic scholars always taught
their pupils that the world was flat.
The ancient Greeks, changed all of that
With mathematics and deep thought
the geometrics they had wrought.
Some strange new ideas they begat
arriving at a concordat
The world was round they did exhort.
Now ever since those days of yore
when thinking men proved doctrine erred.
The wisest scholars held their tongue
and just repeated what they’d heard.
Did not claim to know the score.
We hold this right, until proved wrong
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Attitudes.
The moon sheds soft and silver light
upon the newly fallen snow
A master piece for our delight.
The city folk will never know.
The snow that falls on city streets.
Is all too soon polluted by
the footprints left by passing feet.
In cities different rules apply.
Country folk accept the snow
They know there’s little they can do
but wait. In time the snow must go.
Something to look forward to.
But city folk impatiently
Demand the streets should be snow free.
Wednesday,06 January 2010
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Where do they go? for M'lady Denise
A sky layered in lavender,
old rose and streaks of gold that glow.
Against approaching indigo
as night accepts day’s surrender.
The sun descends into the sea.
His task complete it’s time to rest.
As night achieves a slow conquest.
The colours will fade gradually
Tomorrow morning with the dawn
The pastel colours will return,
The Sun will rise to take his turn.
As in the east new day's born.
Where do the pretty colours go?
when darkness reigns. I do not know.
Saturday,03 July 2010
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I know
A busy woodlouse wends his way
across the tiles of black and gray.
A vast expanse beneath the sky
I wonder where he goes and why.
A tiny creature harming none
he journeys on his way alone in danger
from the birds that fly.
I wonder where he goes and why.
Wood lice have no defence at all
except to curl up into a ball.
He hurries on determinedly.
I wonder where he goes and why.
Now he will travel on no more
he has become the breakfast for
a hungry blackbird passing by.
I know where he’s gone and why.
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Eviction
Eviction
A picture formed by ultra sound
will only cost a pound or two
You can be sure it will astound
everyone you show it to
A picture of your unborn child.
Thanks to modern technology
still innocent and undefiled.
Kept safe within the sanctuary
provided by his mothers womb
He has no idea at all that he
must soon vacate his private room
Where everything’s provided free.
Although he would much rather stay
He can’t dictate the time and place
Dame Nature will brook no delay
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Dusk to dawn
Dusk to dawn
The sunset sets the sky alight.
With flames if incandescent red
and nameless colours just as bright
The western skies gold burnish’ed.
The setting sun puts up a fight
but he is overpower 'ed
Must needs surrender to the night.
Reluctantly retire to bed
But come the morn he is reborn.
Refreshed he puts the night to flight.
Rising from pale pink clouds at dawn
He demonstrates his sovereign right
He knows by night the moon reflects
his burning rays as he expects.
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Night owl for Friend Colin
The sky a layer cake of hues
from darkest greys to palest blues.
The sun has set and daylight fades.
The birds have sung their serenades.
All noise is hushed as darkness falls.
The shadows vanish from he walls.
As curtains drawn against the night
deprive them of the yellow light
that’s cast from windows far and wide
Confining shadows to outside
The living rooms kept warm and bright
perhaps because men fear the night.
But I do not I am content
the darkness is my element.
28-Jun-08
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Each to their own..
Across the fields at eventide.
I can hear a choir singing
faintly. As the birds are winging
back to their nests. Now peace abides.
The pipistrelles begin to glide
Across the sky on leathern wings.
From secret places where they hide.
Until the shadows gathering.
Persuade the bats to come outside
The time has come for foraging.
Until they're fully satisfied
with insects taken on the wing.
The soft twilit tranquillity.
Presents an opportunity.
Which men and bats see differently.
I think not unsurprisingly.
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Glimpses
I strain my eyes, peer through the clinging mist
My mind can conjure up strange fantasies
surrealistic unrealities
I know are not real, but they still persist.
Perhaps in fact somewhere they do exist.
false copies of forgotten memories
arising when and how they please.
They have a power I cannot resist..
Sometimes I comprehend the scenes I see
and other times I do not understand.
Impressions pass me by so speedily
Their rate of progress I cannot command.
I sense a strange familiarity
With things I glimpse impressionistically.
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