When Day is done for JT Ellison
The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.
22-Dec-08
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When day is done for M' lady Tara
The winter sun is sinking low.
Beneath the hedges shadows grow
but in the West a beauty show.
Rich shades of red that come and go.
Soft fluffy clouds reflect the glow
as the red sun sinks below
the surface of the sea. Although
it saddens me to see it go.
Now from the East blue streamers flow
and darken into indigo
The night is falling sure and slow.
Now one by one the stars will show.
When day is done the sun must go
It will shine again tomorrow.
22-Dec-08
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Appreciative Audience.
Soft moonlight filters through the trees
Which seem to dance to melodies
Created by the gentle breeze.
The shadows on the ground dance too
Or to my eyes they appear to
Disintegrate then form anew.
Sometimes the clouds blot out the light
The shadows gain a brief respite.
Rejoin the darkness of the night.
But clouds move on and when they do
And once again moonlight shows through.
The trees will dance, the shadows too.
The sun will rise to start the day.
The dancing shadows hide away
But where they hide no man can say.
The sun completes his daily quest.
Journeying from east to west.
Then sinks below the sea to rest.
The moon will rise she rules the night
Then once again to my delight
She bathes the trees in silver light.
The melodies played by the breeze
Will re awake the sleeping trees.
To dance again with practiced ease.
Beneath the trees reluctantly
the shadows still dance gracefully.
I watch in silence gratefully.
I know they do not dance for me
And I am privileged to see
The shadows dance under the trees.
Friday,23 September 2011
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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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Nocturne for M'lady Lucianne
A rosy glow which fades to grey,
as dusk writes finis to the day
The grey deepens to indigo,
the one by one the bright stars show.
Bright sequins on the cloak of night.
My heart rejoices at the sight.
To me the night is Feminine,
the stars just serve to underline
the fact a lady needs to dress
in such a way that she’ll impress.
I am impressed as you can see
I’m inspired to write poetry
in praise of Diana who will rise
to be the mistress of the skies.
26-May-08
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Time to go for M 'lady ERnestine
The winters sun whilst sinking low.
Cast strange blue shadows on the snow
when filtered through the leafless trees.
Like symptoms of some strange disease.
Which marred and blotched the virgin white
as with a growing appetite.
The shadows merged and grew into
vast areas of darker blue.
The day was drawing to its close
and night was falling. I suppose
the shadows and the night will blend
and this will signify the end
of yet another winters day.
It’s time to take my homeward way.
9-Dec-08
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Nightfall for M'Lady Ernestine
The evening sky in shades of grey.
Light grey, dark, grey, all tinged with gold
Denotes the ending of the day.
I watch entranced as I behold
the darkness falling gradually.
The blue transmutes to indigo,
the last remnants of day light flee.
Reluctantly but they must go.
The stars come slowly into view.
The constellations wheel and turn,
forever old, forever new
and catch your eye each in their turn.
If I but wait the moon will rise.
Each night provides some new surprise.
18-Jul-08
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Water colour for M'lady Yuri
The setting sun imparts a glow
upon the surface of the lake.
In shades of red which come and go.
Some are translucent, some opaque.
From palest pink to deepest red
and every shade that lies between.
They last until the light has fled
and darkness falls to rule the scene.
I sit and watch in wonderment
the sun descend beneath the sea
To me it is quite evident
that all is as it ought to be.
The moon will rise to rule the night
and paint the waters silver white.
19-May-08
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Transition Point for M' lady Koyel Mitra
Transition point
The Sun as if reluctantly
sinks to the surface of the sea.
At meeting place of sea and sky,
a focal point which draws the eye.
Every shade of red that’s known
to man and some to God alone.
Were displayed in the western sky
As though determined to deny.
Approaching night its victory.
Then darkness fell quite suddenly
The reds transforming completely.
To dark blue lightened by the glow.
Of stars appearing one by one.
The last vestige of daylight gone.
The world below lay silently
an air of hushed expectancy.
A moment of serenity
which soothed my soul, enraptured me.
This spell was only broken by
the moon arising in the sky.
4-Sep-08
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Ageless Beauty for M lady Ernestine
True beauty lies beneath the skin.
It’s not something for surface show.
A quality which lies within
but others can bask in its glow.
Some beauty fades as years pass by.
No matter how hard you may fight
to hide the signs you can’t deny
True beauty shines through ever bright.
True beauty is not visible
but rather something which you feel.
Something which makes you comfortable
the passing years can never steal.
True beauty thinks of others first
and offers love without reserve.
As a cool drink will quench our thirst
it gives us more than we deserve.
True beauty is a quality
which lasts until the day you die.
A precious gift that’s given free
which no amount of cash can buy.
Beauty is skin deep so they say.
Of mere good looks that is quite true.
Youthful prettiness fades away
but inner beauty still shines through.
23-Jun-08
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End of day thoughts.
The glory of the sunset fades.
The evening sky surrenders to
a nonstop flow of darkest blue.
Which overwhelms the pastel shades.
The evening stars come on parade.
A panorama we can view.
In hopes of seeing something new.
Although the stars we see displayed.
May well have burnt out long ago.
There is no way that we can know.
Which of the stars we think we see.
That twinkle brightly overhead,
are still alive and which are dead
We never will most probably.
Saturday,27 November 2010
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A Poor Attempt
The water mill beside the stream, highlighted by a stray moonbeam.
Which adds an abstract quality, a touch of surreality.
To the scene which I can see and makes it extraordinary
The stream is deep and strong but slow and turns the paddles from below.
The droplets falling from the wheel to any poets eyes appeal
Reflecting light prismatically in rainbow colours flying free.
They join the moon light in a dance of ever changing radiance
Sadly dark clouds obscure the moon; the show is ended all too soon.
My soul is soothed and satisfied, although the dark clouds came to hide
the beauty which I saw displayed.The memories will never fade.
I can recall them vividly and in my minds eye I still see
the wondrous scene I saw tonight. An interplay of dark and light.
I try my best to share with you the beauty that I had in view.
Though I’m afraid I lack the skill despite the fact I have the will.
I am quite sure you’ll understand, I’m just a man I can’t command
the words I write to show to you, the fleeting beauty that I knew..
22-Nov-08
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Certainty for M lady Tsira
The fairy dust Jack Frost has cast
across the rooftops liberally.
Now twinkles in the orange glow
Recalling scenes from long ago.
Scenes from my childhood now long past
I still remember vividly.
The softer glow from the gas lights,
not orange but a greenish hue.
A thousand, thousand points of light
like tiny stars they were so bright.
I used to love the winter nights
and must confess that I still do.
I did not use to mind the cold
Then I was young now I grow old.
So I prefer to stay inside
and watch the frost forming outside.
Appreciate the beauty show
from where I’m dry and warm. I know.
that old age does not come alone
My aging joints reminding me.
To only go out if I must
Be wary of the fairy dust
and when I do to wrap up warm
Then I will come to no great harm.
Jack Frost will sprinkle fairy dust
long after I am dead and gone.
I must enjoy it while I may
it almost turns the night to day.
His is a promise I can trust
the sparkling frost will linger on.
28-Nov-08
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Darkness Is Falling
Verse 1:
When darkness is falling and shadows grow long
Its time for the children to sing this old song
It tells of the coming of wonders untold
Forgotten is winter, its fury and cold,
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
Repeat verse 1
When darkness is falling and stars fill the sleigh
The waiting is over and we all know why
Its time for celebrating and having a feast
Because of the tidings that come from the east
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
Hi-ho, hi-ho, well soon see the candles glow
song performed by by Boney M.
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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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Tragedy
Hubert the Hippopotamus
was rather slow and ponderous
So he appeared quite dignified.
Although in fact deep down inside
He held a dream that he one day
would show the word that he could play.
That his forte was comedy
and people would pay happily
To see his latest slapstick show
But he was too ponderous and slow.
There was no way he’d ever be
the clown prince of comedy.
But still he tells his latest jokes
To all the other jungle folks.
28-May-08
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Evening routine.
A maple tree is glowing red.
Highlighted by the setting sun
A fiery glow that quickly spread
to tint the clouds now day is done.
When day is done before the night
comes to erase the pastel hues.
Which fill the western skies with light.
I watch and glory at the sight.
I watch until the stars appear
as spots of light against the blue.
It is a ritual, I fear
I have become accustomed to.
Then I will take my homeward way.
A peaceful ending to my day.
Wednesday,27 October 2010
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Party time for M 'lady Lucianne
The first signs of impending spring
are crocus flowers rioting
Along the verges daffodils
contemptuous of night time chills
Continue steadily to grow
in preparation for the show
The flower show that‘s held each year
As one by one new blooms appear.
Each has its short time in the sun
to set their seed and then begone.
A yearly exhibition
provided free for everyone
Now spring is here let’s celebrate.
9-Mar-09
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Star
YOU KEEP ON WALKIN' ON THE OTHER SIDE,
OTHER SIDE,
OTHER SIDE
YOU KEEP ON WALKIN' ON THE OTHER SIDE,
OTHER SIDE,
OTHER SIDE
WHEREVER YOU G0,
I'M GOING WITH YOU
SHOULDN'T YOU KNOW I'M BOUND TO FOLLOW
WHATEVER YOU SAY,
WHATEVER YOU DO
I GIVE YOU A CLUE,
I'M GONNA FOLLOW
AND THE STARS
WILL SHOW
WHERE THE WATERS FLOW
WHERE THE GARDENS GROW
THAT'S WHERE I'LL MEET YOU
WHY DON'T YOU LET ME,
LET ME COME ALONG
NA NA NA, NA NA NA
WHY DON'T YOU OPEN,
MAKE ME COME ALONG
NA NA NA, NA NA NA
WHEREVER YOU G0,
I'M GOING FOR YOU
OH, I WAS TRULY BORN TO FOLLOW
LIKE FIRE AND WOOD
AND PAPER AND GLUE
ONLY A FEW WERE BORN TO FOLLOW
AND THE STARS
WILL SHOW
WHERE THE WATERS FLOW
WHERE THE GARDENS GROW
THAT'S WHERE I'LL MEET YOU
AND THE SUN WILL GLOW
MELTING ALL THE SNOW
KNOWING ALL I KNOW
THAT'S WHERE I'LL MEET YOU
STARS WILL SHOW
WHERE THE WATERS FLOW
WHERE THE GARDENS GROW
THAT'S WHERE I'LL MEET YOU
AND THE SUN WILL GLOW
MELTING ALL THE SNOW
KNOWING ALL I KNOW
THAT'S WHERE I'LL MEET YOU
AND THE STARS WILL SHOW
EVERY BREEZE WILL BLOW
KNOWING ALL I KNOW
THAT'S WHERE I'LL MEET YOU
song performed by by Roxette
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Tribute to Robert Bridges
Robert Bridges
1844-1930 poet and physician
The upper skies are palest blue.
Mottled with pearl and fretted snow
With tattered fleece of inky hue,
close overhead the storm clouds go.
A glosa
The upper skies are palest blue,
the opposite of indigo.
And yet they share a common hue
as any artist’s sure to know.
The faintest cerulean blue
mottled with pearl and fretted snow.
Forever old yet always new
it changes constantly but slow.
AS frightened sheep so often do
across the sky they scatter so.
With tattered fleece of inky hue
on driven by the winds that blow
We are aware a storm is due.
Exactly when we cannot know,
we only know within our view
Close overhead the storm clouds go.
13-Sep-08
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Changing perceptions for Friend Thad
The sun shines on the frozen snow.
Where ice crystals refract the light
The primal colours come and go.
Add fleeting beauty to the white.
When nightfall brings to end the day.
No pretty colours can be seen.
Just shifting shadows blue and grey.
which make a sad depressing scene
though soon the silver moon will rise.
Her gentle beams chase the shadows.
Revealing only snow and ice
which in the moonlight softly glows.
The beauty shows by day or night
Quite independent of the light.
Saturday,15 May 2010
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