Grace notes echoinf for M lady Olfa
The eastern sky is growing bright.
Signalling the end of night.
Soon in due course the rising sun
confirms a new day has begun
The morning silence broken by
a lark that carols from on high.
Instinctively when she takes wing
.She knows her duty is to sing.
Because she has survived the night
Because a new day has begun
Because she free to fly on high.
Because she knows that her singing.
Is something she’s required to do.
Yet every day her song is new.
Tuesday,02 February 2010
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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
That is your choice
But I rejoice
to see daylight
banish the night.
That’s why I raise
my hymn of praise.
Tuesday,02 February 2010.
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Heavenly Messenger.
Heavenly messenger.
As morning breaks the still, dark lake
reflects the opalescent light.
The waterbirds begin to wake.
Then somewhere near a lark takes flight.
This tiny bird whose melody
informs the world of a new day.
She rises singing joyously.
The blackbird adds his roundelay.
A pleasure for the ears and eyes
of early rising men who see
the pastel colours of sunrise.
Spread from the east above the sea.
I am content to listen to
her hymn of praise forever new.
Saturday,11 September 2010
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Could this be you?
I
Cannot
understand
intolerance.
I don’t even try.
You have the right to be
bigoted if you so please.
All I can do is pity you.
Who are enslaved by your prejudice.
I much prefer to keep an open mind
Tuesday,13 April 2010
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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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Changing perspective for bro Colin
A patchwork quilt of sunlit fields
Is visible as grey mist yields
to the majesty of the sun.
The morning mist and night shadows
are well aware that they must go
Now that a new day has begun.
The distant hills which I now see
Become for me reality
Now that the mists have fully gone.
No longer just a fantasy,
a half forgotten memory.
I wandered happily alone.
I did not lack for company
I had my book of poetry.
What more could any poet need
except a quiet spot to read.
31/08/2009
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There ought to be! !
There ought to be! !
I’m paralysed and wheel chairbound.
Although I can still get around.
I cannot just go anywhere
Unless there’s access for my chair.
I am an independent man.
I try to do all that I can.
My home’s adapted to my need
Free access is guaranteed.
But when I face the world outside
I’m very rarely satisfied.
that people truly understand.
How hard it is when you are banned.
From places you would like to see.
There’s no access for folks like me
Tuesday,14 September 2010
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Black & white and shades of grey.
The curfew marks the fading of the light.
Now is the time when shadows congregate.
In hidden corners where they wait.
To welcome eagerly the fall of night.
Although by daylight forced to hide from sight.
The fall of darkness sets the shadows free
To go about their business secretly.
The quiet hours when the shadows claim their right.
But dawn will come and with the dawn daylight.
The shadows then are forced to hide away.
Throughout the day, to wait impatiently
Counting the hours until the fall of night.
Though where the shadows hide no man can say
With any degree of accuracy.
Tuesday,07 February 2012
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Who goes there? for friend Thad
By the rosy light of dawn.
A squirrel chatters noisily
as if his duty is to warn.
a task which takes seriously
He warns them all that draw near.
Although in fact I mean no harm
Wild creatures swiftly disappear
in response to his shrill alarm.
They can’t afford to take the chance
so they react instinctively
The price of life is vigilance
and that is why I seldom see
Wild creatures who quite naturally
conceal themselves and hide from me.
20/04/2009
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Sex Discrimination
She trusted and she was betrayed
At least according to the maid.
She swore that she was innocent
and unaware of my intent.
The maiden lied as women do.
They enjoy first and then they rue.
Though it takes two to play loves game
it seems that I must bear the blame.
Why should she be seen as guilt free.
When she is just as blameworthy,
but she will live and I will die.
Her father means to hang me high.
Although I am not innocent.
I am entitled to resent
the obvious inequality.
I have to die but she goes free.
10-Jul-08
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Tourist attraction. for M' lady Denise
A hanging stone on the high tor.
Is balancing precariously.
A well known curiosity
Which may well last for evermore.
It has defied the elements.
We think for many centuries
and barring any accident
It will remain place to tease.
The pessimists who are quite sure
The day will come when it must fall.
The hanging stone is a treasure
Which belongs to one and all.
The hanging stone on the high tor
A monument you can’t ignore.
Sunday,18 July 2010
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Past and Present.
The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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I live for my dreams.
She comes to me in dreams at night.
And holds me as she used to do.
But disappears by morning light
So I am left to grieve anew..
There’s no one left to comfort me
My family are long since gone.
I wait for nightfall eagerly
Just for a while I’m not alone.
Each night before I sleep I pray
My love will come to visit me.
Although I’ll face another day
of loneliness and misery.
They say that passing time will heal.
For some perhaps it may be true.
But not for me because I feel
the anguish still of losing you.
I know somewhere you wait for me.
You can’t return and won’t go on.
You know we have eternity.
That I will follow where you’ve gone.
When death released you from your pain.
And left your spirit free to fly.
You promised me we’d meet again.
Now all I do is wonder why.
Fate decided that we should be.
Forced to go our separate ways
Parted arbitrarily.
Condemning me to lonely days.
She comes to me by night in dreams
and holds me as she used to do
When for a while at least it seems
as if my dreams will soon come true.
I pray each night I will not wake.
To be set free to rejoin you.
A journey I will gladly make.
There’s nothing here for me to do.
Tuesday,15 March 2011
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Misperception?
Misperception.
The silence of the night; profound.
Is broken by a dismal sound.
The tolling of a single bell.
The sad, sad sound of the death knell.
Another soul has broken free
From this sad world of misery.
Now journeying towards the light
Rejoicing in the power of flight.
But we who have been left behind
to seek what solace we can find.
Weep bitter tears which may relieve
The pain of loss but I believe.
We should not weep but celebrate.
The dear departed’s change of state.
Thursday,22 December 2011
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Moonlight Mysteries. for M'lady Tara
Moonlight.
Deceives our eyes
creates moving shadows
which seem to come and go at will.
Be still.
Time ebbs and flows,
in time the sun will rise
To banish shadows of the night.
By night
Our eyes tell lies
because the shadows flow
fluidly. They are never still.
Some will
spring a surprise.
As dawn is drawing close
they disappear and all is still.
Until
the next moonrise.
Recreating the shadows
Cast by the ruler of the night.
Tuesday,15 December 2009
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The River Knows
Englyn unodle crwca
Quietly the river flows
never telling all it knows.
Has no reason I suppose and no voice.
We rejoice it does.
Whilst the river holds its peace.
We need not fear it might release,
From its store of memories: Dark secrets.
It forgets and heeds our pleas.
Secrets which we wish to hide.
We can cast our cares aside.
The wise river will decide, not to tell.
suits us well, all denied
Sins we now view with regret
.Sins we would we could forget
The river will keep secret for ever
and never cause upset.
Tuesday,09 February 2010
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Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
Begone wan ghost what wantest thou.
Why dost thou haunt me constantly
I owe no duty now to thee
I did whilst thou didst live but now
There is no law that doth allow
a long dead wife to harass me.
When kindly death hath set me free.
I suffered thy tongue long enow.
Thou wert a shrew with bitter tongue.
Thou didst not hesitate to use
to make my life a misery.
The choice I made when I was young
led to a lifetime of abuse.
God knows I am well rid of thee.
Sunday,07 February 2010.
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Lady in waiting.2011
I live alone, my family
and all my friends are long since gone.
There’s no one left who cares for me.
Others have problems of their own.
I’ve had my share of happiness
and known the depths of misery.
My life now seems to matter less.
So I am waiting patiently.
For death to come and set me free.
Each night I pray I will not wake..
I think that death’s forgotten me
just overlooked me by mistake.
I’d welcome death quite happily
but even deaths abandoned me.
Friday,18 February 2011
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Tribute to W.E.Henley
Out of the night which covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods there be.
For my unconquerable soul.
Invictus. W.E.Henley 1849 -1903
A glosa
Out of the night that covers me.
I shall emerge into sunlight
The darkness holds no fears for me.
My goddess will preserve my sight.
Black as the pit from pole to pole
but I care not why should I fear
As I step out towards my goal.
Each pace I take brings it more near.
I thank whatever Gods there be
who reinforce my attitude.
I know they are protecting me.
I offer them my gratitude.
For my unconquerable soul.
I fear no foe no enemy
I have already paid the toll
the price which was required of me.
Tuesday,29 December 2009
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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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