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  • poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    I don’t wonder about the beauty of the moonlight
    I never question the luminosity of the stars
    what they mean when they’re together
    burning up in arms
    I don’t want to see them fall shoot across the sky
    because they’re already perfection in stationary
    twinkling searing being
    diamonds slicing the serenity of my eyes as I gaze  
    into the epiphanies of my solar tides
    I can be without existing so it seems
    in this world, creation of myself
    affirmations I use as treatment
    my words treasure
    the ephemeral nights lit by haunting future days
    I sing for my sanity
    I rise for my delirium
    I call to the moon for his approval
    but he speaks not
    simply shines fortuitously
    with serenity
    a kind of all-knowing telling me that
    everything is going to be as I desire
    as I hope for
    this coming hour I will feel the tides
    the shifting within the voids of the night
    and dance within the intents –
    my soul utters  
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  • Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    The garden’s greenery embraces me,
    wonder seen, euphoria breathed,
    chest heaving, visions to believe in,
    bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs,
    encroaching branches,
    to my life, they have been given.

    I marvel at the sights all around,
    the gentle wisp of accompanying windy sounds,
    the soft gusts here and there
    which spread subtle fragrance in the air,
    it is without a care that I exist in this land,
    sitting in my stained oak outside chair,
    and wondering to myself,
    what did I do to deserve this,
    sights and sounds,
    perfection everywhere?

    The twittering of distant birds,
    and soft automobile travels,
    off for a lark?
    Unlikely, in this world climate,
    but still we live to have a laugh,
    or at least smile, appreciating Nature’s
    work of art,
    knowingly or unknowingly,
    I will continue to exist within this breeze
    of intent,
    goddess or gods’ efforts well spent,
    as they bluster now,
    heavier, more breeze,
    but effervescent, it’s as though bubbles of brightness
    are purposeful, here, and well-meant.

    I relax back now,
    adoring the visions some more,
    brightness shines in my eyes,
    greenery and hues of natural rainbows,
    even artificial hues do not bore,
    colour schemes and blustering trees,
    whistling, wonder what’s transported in spirit
    between those leaves?
    Blessed am I indeed
    to have this scene all for me.

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  • Poem: With Ease – A Swan Song – 09/08/21

    Poem: With Ease – A Swan Song – 09/08/21

    Living for the momentum and
    living for the dream,
    thoughts tossed,
    bruised and broken,
    living despite ill feeling.

    The circumstances are these:
    I do not taunt, I do not tease,
    I live above and beyond,
    how I experience the world,
    predication, I know it, for these.

    Warble yet, my dear swan,
    gangly neck though thee has,
    I do not know, do not know,
    whether the games played,
    stone’s thrown,
    will seriously cause another to
    come undone,
    thoughts expelled,
    contemplative or mad.

    The truth, the fact of the matter is,
    I’m rather like my own swan of truth,
    interweaving elegance and wings which flap
    with ease,
    bright glide and there’s no other
    than that another,
    who knows of my true crazy patterns
    they’re lived, so breathed,
    within, deep personal power.

    For it is with fluidity, with comfortability,
    that I have been allowed to define,
    contemplation, rumination, no stagnation,
    progress within this virulent nation,
    why, is this not a sight for sorry eyes?

    Treasuring this life as mine,
    gracious though precious be,
    I am grateful for my life situation,
    so much is calling unto me.

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  • Poem: Precious Penny – 14/07/21

    Poem: Precious Penny – 14/07/21

    And here we are,
    oysters, with caressing shells,
    guarding our precious cargo,
    treasures which bloomed,
    prized is our interior,
    luminescent, pearlescent factors,
    created by us,
    we are magicians,
    view our splendour,
    sorcery,
    shall we slay the mirror?

    For, creation,
    this semblance of wonder
    in our lives,
    the more I enter my
    inner being, the more
    I find my, our
    potential utterly amazing,
    to have created something
    from barely anything,
    such beauty,
    astounding.

    While pink is mine,
    yours is blue,
    together we ballooned
    with satisfaction and bliss,

    off the beaten track,
    lean in for a kiss,
    the farmer reaches in
    and wrenches Little She from me,

    and now, darling,
    bereft I am,
    so empty,
    they have taken away my precious penny,
    but it was meant to be this way.
    I create, they harvest,
    I am forlorn,
    used,
    but truly, before the thieving,
    I’m always treated like their princess.

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  • Poem: Green Shoots – 27/06/21

    Poem: Green Shoots – 27/06/21

    Green shoots press their way
    through compact heavy weight
    of rain-drenched soil,
    I watch them rise,
    peek through the surface,
    surprise! their ends seem
    to call,

    reach toward that sun
    drenching them,
    a morning of rich rays
    warming them,
    the heat permeates my skin,
    and I wonder,

    am I like these shoots,
    growing with others,
    determination,
    precious company,
    shared devotion to growth,
    our fresh lives
    visions renewed?

    The blades of grass,
    I glance upon them
    with a certainty now,
    their simplicity of presence
    seems a sign,
    a reminder from the
    Universe to reach forth,
    be brave, shoot upwards,
    onwards with goals,
    whatever I treasure as my own.

    I dance my fingertips
    across the very tippy-tips,
    the tactile nature of
    assumed hope and enrichment,
    speaks of passion, courage,
    bravery, innate power,
    against my softened skin.

    For we are all in stages of growth,
    some rise quickly,
    others a little slower,
    but truth be told we will
    all reach our own fate,
    onwards, skyward-bound,
    forever Sun-reaching,
    life is beautiful,
    fruitfully revealing,
    utterly amazing,
    potent, unravelling,
    each day’s a precious date.

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  • Prose: A Visit – 13/05/21

    Prose: A Visit – 13/05/21

    The sky is pink, grey and blue today, wisps of cotton candy and woollen clouds. I watch as First Light dawns upon me, the day awakens, and I cherish it, awaiting more. What is this fluffy entity which now travels towards my face? This countenance and structure so lovely, perfection, in a way?

    It morphs slightly as it travels, altering size, shape, and form, one moment it’s obscure and barely recognisable, then the next, clearer and pure.

    I won’t say what I suspect these clouds have become, I feel it’s not my place to share, but I will acknowledge its sacredness, of this I have become more and most aware. A benevolent entity travelled unto me, blessing and guiding with his presence, and now my being is vibrant, I am invigorated, then suddenly well-spent.

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  • Poem: Serendipity – 05/05/21

    Poem: Serendipity – 05/05/21

    My eyes digest the scene before me,
    taking in every minute detail.
    I cannot fathom what is greeting me,
    but my appreciation,
    it will never cease nor fail.

    The Universe has sent this beauty and perfection,
    I am delighted by the colours,
    so bright,
    surging are my emotions,
    I have all the time I need
    in this life,
    a moment of delightful contemplation.

    I am permitted the pleasure of
    eyes being treated to richness and truth,
    the glowing sun,
    the blossoming daffodils,
    the beds of other flowers
    spread through and through.

    I trail my dress as I lithely
    walk the paths
    of the quiet garden where
    flora becomes anew,
    these delights help the world through their abundance,
    I create with them,
    pluck, pick, and arrange,
    trailing thoughts on an off-white page.

    I say yes,
    I affirm my existence
    within this bubble of a world,
    the scent, while maybe overwhelming,
    wraps its arms around me,
    Serendipity, Serendipity,
    my presence has a requirement,
    a gentle, humble need to tell.

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  • Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    We can never truly gaze
    into the beauty of the sun,
    we can only bask,
    feel the delight of her warmth,
    I can feel her reverberation,
    her heart song.

    Why, a little bird once told me
    that the measure of youth
    is to capture those memories,
    sift through them,
    and seal them tight with Truth.

    I used to gaze into the beauty of the sun,
    I felt myself burning within,
    there’s so much to fight for,
    but all I’ll do is relax, rest my chin on my hand
    and grin.

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  • Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    I wander,
    the fields are blooming with colour,
    they’re illustrious, I’ve heard of them from afar,
    they have been calling from yonder.

    Their brightness is healing,
    I feel their hues trickle into my soul,
    my spirit enlivens,
    there are some things I don’t need
    to tell.

    Let the quietness be permitted,
    the expressions be subdued,
    at least from a visual standpoint,
    between the winding hills and the
    babbling brook.

    I don’t know what is more potent,
    the past or the present,
    but I hope to know,
    I hope to learn of them.

    And so, I rise from the shallows
    that kept me in their midst,
    the liquid that was constricting,
    no matter how little there was of it,
    and allow me now to flow,
    in the river that breathes and goes,
    the flowers to the side,
    they know,
    they know.

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  • Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

    Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

    In winding tendrils of blonde and brunette,
    we wrap ourselves
    and smile as we get
    the feeling of warmth,
    the feeling of comfort,
    the fortifications of hearts
    well meant.

    The curls which cascade
    upon our backs,
    the heaviness and bounciness
    of waves heaven-sent,
    angelic are we,
    understanding to be,
    our knowing,
    our feelings,
    no reservations to see.

    We shake the tendrils,
    we loosen our concerns,
    we live, we accept,
    we delve into worldliness,
    we learn,

    following the advice of
    those possessing a higher power,
    being grateful for
    what’s enclosing,
    encapsulating ourselves,
    our closeness,
    our solidarity,
    strength with others.

    So, embrace the freedom
    of these cascading curls,
    watch them shimmer
    and shine,
    glimmer as we twirl,

    we’re not meant for discomfort;
    reflect, shine –
    that dulled away pain?

    Twirling curls around out pointer fingers,
    some might mistake us as vain.

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