Flying lessons for M'lady Ernestine.
The swallows have successfully
raised up their fledging family.
The little ones now have to try
out their wings and learn to fly.
Although at first reluctantly.
They seem to know instinctively,
the freedom of the sky is theirs.
But only for the bird who dares
to leave the nest and try their wings.
Despite the anxious twitterings
of parent birds who have the right.
To watch their first attempt at flight.
They fly because they know they can.
All part of Mother Natures plan.
Sunday,13 June 2010
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Hidden watcher. For M'; lady Francesca
Hidden watcher.
The salt marsh stretches endlessly
and forms a perfect habitat
Where migrant birds nest in safety
to brood and raise a family.
Few hunters ever venture here,
because they fear the boggy ground
That’s noted for its treachery.
So most prefer to hunt elsewhere.
Bird watchers come the whole year round.
They only shoot with cameras
and they avoid the boggy ground
They know that rare birds can be found.
In the salt marsh beside the sea.
It is a twitcher’s paradise
They record meticulously
each and every bird they see
The salt marsh lies beside the sea.
As it has done since time began.
A panorama of rare beauty
That is changing constantly.
It changes as the seasons change.
I does not stay the same for long.
Nature can and does rearrange
to make the landscape look quite strange.
An eerie place and frightening
when covered by a dense sea fret.
When you can see and hear nothing
above the roar of waves breaking.
There’s nowhere I’d prefer to be
Than esconced in my favourite hide.
To watch the birds in secrecy
I can see them They can’t see me.
Sunday,15 August 2010.
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It's not unusual.
She smiles at him seductively
And he reacts instinctively.
Mother Nature still employs.
Her oldest most successful ploys.
Ensuring that the race survives
By any means that she contrives.
Hormones raging in their veins.
Make certain that she wins again.
Though neither of them understand
They still obey nature’s commands.
Because they have been programmed to
And there is nothing they can do.
But carry out Dame Natures plan.
It has been so since time began.
Her winsome smile invites him to
Do what he’s supposed to do.
Mother Nature makes the rules.
Hormones are her favourite tools
A tried and tested formula
Which hasn’t let her down so far.
Wednesday,01 February 2012
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Unlimited offer
Unlimited offer.
With broken wings no bird can fly,
enjoy the freedom of the sky
But wings can heal and often do.
This is the hope I offer you.
Like broken hearts can be repaired.
As you will find if you’re not scared
then you will find a love that’s true
This is the hope I offer you.
You have a dream and must believe.
If you persist you will achieve
Discard whatever’s stopping you.
This is the hope I offer you
So grasp this chance and hold on tight
and everything will turn out right.
15-Oct-08
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Piercing the veils of mystery.
Piercing the veils of mystery.
Some understand instinctively.
What must remain a mystery
To the vast majority
Of ignorant humanity.
Most just accept the Status Quo
Because they do not want to know.
Although a few an elite few
Will learn things that they never knew
By dint of hard experience
They have to learn in self defence
Although their progress may be slow.
They can’t forget once that they know
How to interpret what they see
Piercing the veils of mystery.
Sunday,04 December 2011
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Solace For M lady Helen Unknown
The surging tides that ebb and flow
I watch them come I watch them go.
The rolling waters of the sea,
have freedom now denied to me.
But she still calls me constantly.
My only mistress was the sea
‘til I asked you to marry me.
The only way you would agree
I must say farewell to the sea.
I turned my back upon the sea
settled ashore reluctantly.
My love for you has anchored me.
You feared it understandably
but I still miss her terribly.
I watch the boats go out to sea
where in my heart I long to be.
I’ve done all that you asked of me
.Its only when we disagree
That I come here unhappily
to seek the solace of the sea.
10-Apr-08
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Wingless Flight
Wingless Flight
I sometime sit and wonder why
There are some birds which cannot fly.
The Emu and the Ostrich too
Remain earthbound as we have to
The penguins clad in black and white,
they too have lost the power of flight.
They do their flying in the sea
I don’t know why it puzzles me.
I have no wings I cannot fly
but if I had I would rise high.
Above the land, above the sea.
Instead of sitting miserably
confined by age to my arm chair.
My aching joints are hard to bear.
Despite my disability
I have the capability
To disregard reality
Immerse my self in fantasy
and fly to where I want to be.
I don’t need wings to carry me.
I travel at the speed of thought
to where the silver dragons sport
I do not need to leave my chair
imagination takes me any where.
15-Aug-08
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Some things never change.
I do.
She said and so did I
We wed,
one Saturday in June.
We went
away on honeymoon.
A taste
of paradise for two.
We swore.
Each year we would renew.
The vows
we made when we were wed.
Today
though many years have flown.
We are
on honeymoon again
The kids
grown up and fled the nest.
Nothing
has changed we feel the same.
Our love
grew deeper day by day.
The same
hotel the same bedroom.
We had
reviving memories.
Although
We have raised a family.
We knew
all those years ago.
We would
return to paradise.
A dream
that would come true.
Today.
While watching the sun rise.
She said,
I love you so did I.
It’s true.
We were wiser than we knew.
When we
decided we should wed.
We two.
Were meant to be a pair.
Decreed
by fate: We still care.
The way
we did when we first wed.
She knows
its true and so do I.
Monday,15 March 2010
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A voice crying in the wilderness
Revealed to me exclusively.
Its natures plan to erase man.
No one accepts this prophecy.
They don’t believe that nature can.
Tight close their eyes so they can’t see
the facts parade before their eyes.
Although they will eventually
when they are facing their demise.
We’re living in the latter days.
We have been warned which we ignored
perhaps too late to mend our ways.
So we will reap our just reward.
become extinct like dinosaurs
for disobeying Natures Laws.
25-Jun-08
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New every Morning for M'lady Ann Beard
The Blackbird leads the dawn chorus.
His feathered cousins harmonise.
Their morning music glorious.
As if the song birds realise.
The opalescent light of dawn
provides them with the perfect cue.
To greet the new day newly born
as they are well equipped to do.
Each songster adding something to
the melodies that intertwine.
A ritual forever new
as they instinctively combine
into a choral symphony
Their every note blends perfectly.
Friday,29 January 2010
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Lack of oversight A rant
The quality of mercy is not strained.
Today it seems to be more underused.
Charity appeals have us all confused.
The urge to contribute is now constrained
We can’t be sure that anything is gained
We are afraid donations have been misused
Our generosity has been abused
Although we ask no one has explained.
Exactly where the money raised has gone.
Administration costs are far too high.
The doubts I have will linger on
Until somebody can explain why.
and what the money has been spent upon.
No one accepts responsibility.
Sunday,28 February 2010
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September afternoon for M lady Ernestine.
September sun spasmodically
breaks through the clouds which threaten rain.
Sometimes the clouds triumphantly
block out the sunshine once again.
I watch and wait expectantly
to see the sun come smiling through
A little optimistically
I hope to see the sky turn blue.
The storm clouds try but can’t resist
a brisk wind blowing from the sea
They have no choice the wind persists
Although they move reluctantly.
The clouds are gone the sun shines on
and will do ‘til the day is done.
Wednesday,08 September 2010
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Writers Block-Poppycock
I think that there will never be
A lack of wonders we can see.
For those of us prepared to look
in mother natures own scrap book.
We have the time to stand and stare
at beauty we find everywhere.
A flower where it should not be
inspires us to write poetry.
We poets are a special breed
and poetry fulfils our need.
To share the beauty we can see.
We choose our language carefully.
Creating images to share
with anybody anywhere.
Monday,26 July 2010
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Fair Warning.
Methinks thou art a lying knave.
To thy desires nought but a slave.
Prepared to grovel if needs must
to satisfy thy endless lust.
Philandering thy favourite game
pursuing any maid or dame..
Thou treateth women with contempt
With honeyed words thou dost attempt.
Seduction as is thy wont.
Now listen well to what I want.
I want thee far away from here.
If thou should choose to linger near.
Then surely I will run you through
As any decent man would do.
Sunday,11 July 2010
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Like A Bird I Will Let You Stay In My Nest
like a bird i will let you stay in my nest
because i need you to need me on these dark nights
i will fold my wings and you will be inside them
you will be warm and you will soundly sleep
i will keep watch and i will maintain this silence
this comfort with the moon beside
but soon when your wings and claws are again strong
you must leave and learn to fly alone
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Hope overcomes experience.
I understand that love can die.
Without a cause apparently.
There is no point in asking why.
We must accept that agony
replaces erstwhile ecstasy
We used to share so long ago.
So we decide reluctantly
the time has come we must let go.
We can retain fond memories
or do our damndest to forget
though neither can be done with ease.
Because we are not ready yet.
No doubt we’ll fall in love again
undeterred by our past pain.
Thursday,27 May 2010
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Indelible Guilt.
Indelible Guilt.
More scenes of devastation.
The tides of war have left behind.
A naked child wanders alone.
She does not know the ground is mined.
She cries for aid but there is none
There is nobody left to care.
The tides of war have come and gone.
Death and destruction everywhere.
The lucky ones are those who died.
Though she survived: What chance has she
A helpless infant cast aside.
To starve to death most probably.
She may be killed by predators.
Who see her as their lawful prey.
Obeying Mother Nature’s law
Because they know no other way.
Kill or be killed the age old law
Instinctively they all obey
Each and every predator
The hunter can become the prey.
But Man the greatest predator
Brushes Natures rules aside
His greatest skill is making war
His blood lust never satisfied.
What of the child? No one can say
It must remain a mystery
The memory haunts me still today
When I look back regretfully.
The guilt I feel is permanent
Does not abate with passing years.
Still flashbacks to that incident.
Reduce me to impotent tears.
That is the price that soldiers pay.
For answering their countries call.
A guilt that will not fade away
and makes no difference at all.
Though we recall the heroes fall.
No one records the innocent
The weakest ones go the wall
By long established precedent.
It seems that we will never learn
The lessons taught by history
Each generation in its turn.
Must learn experientially.
There are no winners in a war.
The strong survive the weak must die.
Mother Natures age old law
When demand exceeds supply.
Sunday,18 December 2011
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Mutual respect for friend Chandra.
Does God exist or does he not.
We cannot prove it either way.
Though arguments wax strong and hot.
What does it matter anyway.
If you have faith and you believe
Perhaps that makes it true for you
If I lack faith and can’t perceive
things in the same way that you do.
That does not mean that you are right
nor does it mean that I am wrong.
Although our views are opposite
It’s possible to get along.
We can agree to disagree.
There’s no need for disharmony.
Sunday,24 January 2010
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Monochromatricks For M'lady Tara
When winter comes the forest trees
all do a colourful striptease
Discarding their leaves one by one
until the very last is gone
but even so they’re beautiful
although not so colourful.
A tracery of black on white
silhouettes against the light
grey white of the wintery sky
But pleasing to an artists eye
I like the sheer simplicity
I can attempt successfully
to paint though I’m an amateur.
In monochrome as I prefer
.
19/10/2009
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Bird's Wings
The bird's wing levels for the summation,
It dived once more but now it flies straight;
This evening is its dinner and lunch,
Killing itself and its kids, forming a nest.
The wings of an animal work for the better,
Injured ones last not, they do not last at all
For the flight of a bird is accompanied by all.
Mighty winds sever the flight so wild and free,
In order to pack the several costumes of the breeze.
Freedom comes from everything and all of our guns
Are shooting the air like a bird's flight and its freedom.
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Obedient to natures laws
Obedient to nature’s laws.
The last remaining berries glow
On frosted branches white as snow.
A meagre source of sustenance.
Which gives small birds a fighting chance.
Of surviving until the spring.
Returns to renew everything.
The few who manage to survive.
The hardy ones will live and thrive.
Compete for mates with whom to breed
Spring will provide their every need
They will build nest and raise their brood.
Instinctively they know they should.
The last remaining berries fed
The hardiest the rest are dead.
Saturday,21 January 2012
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