Poem – The hand I held

A touch that brings compassion

A twinkle in the eye

The arm, e’er so tender

The touch that’s felt is mine.

Stairs, to door, lead to course

Friendly strangers wave

Have I been living, anonymously?

Companionship is saved.

A crack when club meets ball

Its seamless, silent, fate

Hands on wheel, foot to floor

Then perambulate.

Gates – boom, crash, opera

Signage behind bush

Directionlessly navigate

Got out, when stopped, to push.

The river-boat floats by

As we partake in kind

Sometimes I sit and think deep thoughts

Today I sit and find

There’s no place for thoughts this day

Banned from life, for good

Well, maybe not for good, I say

But for now, relaxing mood

Village, shopping, smile seen

The further north I came

At home no-one acknowledged me

New attitude in vain.

Village, shopping, smile seen

Not a penny spent

Thai restaurant chief with sense of humor

There, again, I went.

Beautiful one day and the next

Boat resting on the sea

Family nearer every day

Compassion nearer me.

That day when the penny dropped

My future written for

Import gleaned, shining through

Away again? No more!

The eyes that looked me in the eye

They twinkled, then I knew

What was north of the divide

Was the hand I held – was you.

Poem – the world beyond the fatal shore

The world beyond the fatal shore
Not like the world in days before
Danger we could glean

Danger knows not, of hill-top morn'
Or life of old-country, worn
Hard yakka it had been

But enough of hills, enough of grass 
You knew young love would never last 
Life offers so much more

Past the dip, a rip, a mystery
That drew me to the fatal sea
And back toward the shore

The shore knows not of ocean, sought
And knowing not of what it brought
And nil of harbor fore

Leave harbor fore, explore beyond
Hurry, scamper, go, abscond
And travel far from here

Travel further than you thought
To see where sacrifice, it fought
To see where life was fear

Breathe in the air, forget your task
Keep filtered with a hip, a flask
Forget about your chores

That he would, with glass and lid
Atop the glass, filled to the brim
Life brought a world, unknown

Fit as a right old mallee-bull
The curtain, not yet down to pull
Excitement on the phone

It drew him far, drew him away
His stomping ground was shaken, frayed
He'd never be the same

It drew him, portrait-like, with pride
Stomping ground to other side
Alive he felt, again

Breathe it in m'lad, it's now or none
Or you'll never know where life begun
Or, oh, to where it lead

Suck it up, m'lad, m'son
In mug or cup, you know you won
A life by family creed

That creed be one of loyalty
Not God-forsaken misery
We ought to feel alive

So, feel free to stay or go afar
Keep our secret in a secret jar
Enjoy, be happy, that you are
For God's sake, let us thrive!

Poem – But once…

Tell me that the Earth is round
I'll convince you it is square
Tell me there's justice in the world
I'll tell you it's unfair

Tell me to sit down
I'll surely want to stand
Tell me you prefer the hills
I'll run along the sand

Tell me; turn toward the right
I'll move further to the left
Tell me they have wealth, with plenty
I'll show you someone who's bereft

Tell me government's for the people
I'll say; the people think it's not
Tell me you cannot remember
I'll say; dear, you just forgot

Tell me you're a teetotaller
I'll admit I like a drink
Tell me you work out at the gym
I'll say; I like to sit and think

Or tell me you prefer a beer
I'll say; I would rather wine
Tell me you want to order fish
I'm bound to say; meat's fine

Tell me you want to see the world
I'll say; I prefer to stay at home
Tell me you message via text
I'll admit I prefer the phone

Tell me you've seen the city's tallest building
I'll show you one that's taller
Tell me you saw a dwarf, real small
I'll point out one that's smaller

Tell me you have vertigo
I'll prove I have no fear
Tell me feelings are things you cannot show
I'll be sure to shed a tear

Tell me some are yet to cross the line
I'll tell you they crossed over
Tell me you don't believe in luck
I'll pick a four-leaf clover

Tell me you like suit-and-tie
I'll dress casual for sure
Tell me you would like two kids
I'll say that I want four

Tell me the baby cannot crawl
I'll show you it can walk
Tell me the baby's yet to speak
I'll say that it can talk

Tell me you're an out-going girl
I'll admit to you I'm shy
Tell me you're in it for what you get out
I'll say; now, that's the reason why

Tell me you are God's creation
I'll say; Mother Nature played a part
Tell me you'll leave me here, alone
I'll jest; you have no heart

Tell me you've had many lovers
I'll admit to just a few
Tell me they meant nothing to you
I'll say; the one for me was you

Life comes but once to you and me
If I propose, you will say; no
I'll treat you fondly, ever-more
To you, my heart will go.





Poem – The Hearth

Beside the hearth be still

The poet, quiet, whereupon

Wrote, re-wrote, read out aloud

Verse, re-told for only one

The inglenook, the fireplace

Spoke of warmth, desire, sought

Knelt beside, tender, near

In evening, dimly-lit, he thought

Tranquillity, await

Intensity, subdued

Supple, felt upon the shoulder

No longer be life’s perdu

Her flowing locks, her pursed lips

My life, before me, flashes

Interlocking fingers, hips

What’s lost in fire, found in ashes

Internal flame, soul-mate found

Me in yours, you in mine

One plus one equals one

Mathematically entwined

Ought not desire or turn to look

Watch story told only poet can

Eyes twinkling, moonlit flicker

Open book, chapter began

Bequeathing her soul unto one

Bequeathing her soul unto me

The fire-stone, the crimson rod

Standing nearby, never seen

Hush, the whisper shouts in vein…

It’s my turn now, avoid refrain.

Remembrance

The cotton-fields triggered his sense of loss

Remembrance shone through

It meant so much to him

It meant nothing unto you.

The summer sky was bright, the moonlight warm

Who’d imagine what’d gone before?

Hell on Earth had been to visit

Desperate times in days of yore.

He knew before his family passed

Sweet Jesus wouldn’t sing

‘All are equal before the law’

Meant many different things

Toiled trouble, the rising cry

Injustice came to see

Power over sacrifice

Beyond his family tree

In his shadow as he turned his head

Gently doffed his hat

Respect, compassion, mercy be

To commemorate, they sat

Together, as equals, to rise as one

The clock tower ticks, they pass

Time, for no man it awaits

As he looks across the grass.

 

3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 3

A big ‘thank you’ must go to Taruna for encouraging me to participate in this challenge. Go to her site, http://rhythmandthedancer.org/ – a medium of expression. And what a medium for expression it is! Her use of words (and pictures) creates a great synergy for those who appreciate the English language.

Day 3 Challenge

THE MAN IN THE ARENA                                           Excerpt from the speech “Citizenship In A Republic”                                           delivered at the Sorbonne, in Paris, France on 23 April, 1910

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

From: http://www.theodore-roosevelt.com/trsorbonnespeech.html

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  1. thank your challenging blogger and post their site
  2. post three consecutive days
  3. post one to three quotes per day
  4. challenge three different bloggers per day

 

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3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 2

A big ‘thank you’ must go to Taruna for encouraging me to participate in this challenge. Go to her site, http://rhythmandthedancer.org/ – a medium of expression. And what a medium for expression it is! Her use of words (and pictures) creates a great synergy for those who appreciate the English language.

Day 2 Challenge

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”

Epicurus – Greek Philosopher

and Hedonist (341-270 B.C.)

Epicurus

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  3. https://thehistoricaldiaries.wordpress.com/

Challenge rules:-

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  2. post three consecutive days
  3. post one to three quotes per day
  4. challenge three different bloggers per day

 

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3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 1

A big ‘thank you’ must go to Taruna for encouraging me to participate in this challenge. Go to her site, http://rhythmandthedancer.org/ – a medium of expression. And what a medium for expression it is! Her use of words (and pictures) creates a great synergy for those who appreciate the English language.

Day 1 Challenge

“LET NOT HIM WHO IS HOUSELESS PULL DOWN THE HOUSE OF ANOTHER, BUT LET HIM WORK DILIGENTLY AND BUILD ONE FOR HIMSELF, THUS BY EXAMPLE ASSURING THAT HIS OWN SHALL BE SAFE FROM VIOLENCE WHEN BUILT.”

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ABRAHAM LINCOLN

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  1. http://johncoyote.wordpress.com/
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  3. https://fjgouldner.wordpress.com/

Challenge rules:-

  1. thank your challenging blogger and post their site
  2. post three consecutive days
  3. post one to three quotes per day
  4. challenge three different bloggers per day

 

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Poem – I go with you

I am going nowhere

Unless I go with you

You are my light upon the hill

You are the morning dew

I am your hill-view drive

You are my avenue

You are my midday sunshine

You are as bright as sky is blue

I am the valley you traverse

You are my mountain view

You are the sweetest thing I ever saw

You are all there is that’s true

I am your rainbow after rain

You are my coloured hue

You are serenity lying next to me

You are my many and the few

You are the only one that understands

You never misconstrue

You are my raison d’etre

I have all I need in you

You are my concession when I fail

You are forgiveness, through and through

I am your life-long friend and lover

There’s no ‘me’ without there being a ‘you.’

You are my reflection in the lake

I lend my heart only unto you

You’ll be the hand I grasp when I dissolve

Your loving touch I hold onto

You stood by me in times of pain

You’ll always love me, and I you

Save my soul forever more

Let’s begin our love affair anew.



			
					

A Year

A year passed by tonight
I know not where she went
She may have gone down corridor
And invited in repent
Her glowing eyes, her flowing locks
Were not for nothing now
Destined to absolve my sins
With a frown upon my brow
For most that night, they knew not
Of penitent's existence
Living for the here and now
Noticeable pretence
The present in attendance
The future yet to serve
Fireworks like Northern Lights
In mind to be preserved
But like a dog, so many
Care not what future do
I cannot alter the course he'll take
If destiny be true