The Sepulchre

The sepulchre of the sentiment

That stands beside the Seine

The green seeds of the linden tree

That captivate your name

 

Away, be gone, that sentiment

In place, another, quite unknown

A surreptitious sentiment

One rushes to disown

 

You have no place standing there

Where Charlie reigned supreme

There’s no welcome mat at my door

So stay away from me

 

My river greets those of like-mind

With a smile and a cry

For granted, take not what we have

To you, a lullaby

 

The sepulchre of the sentiment

Reminds, of those who won’t grow old

That surreptitious sentiment

Be gone – protect the fold

 

 

Postscript: In memory of all those innocent civilians who have died in terrorist acts of violence

The clarion call

The river rows the oarsman

Like the mountain moves the climb

The sunrise heats the day

Like the lectern stands and cries;

 

I stand before you all, beholden

To convey, what promised, I doth say

Deliverance be sent ahead of time

And the sunshine rules the waves

 

The lake lends its ears to listen

And the fountain, trickling, falls

And the distance, prone to what’s been tried

Before twilight heeds the call

 

Sunset trestles the table

And his reflection keeps them out

And the speaker speaks the way he knows

And the highway lends them doubt

 

He had no way of knowing

He had no chance to suppose

The resultant shock to all and sundry

As he sensed he’d be deposed

 

The people moved the mountain

The sunrise and the sea

Delivering a treatise

To those who thought they’d be

 

Above, beyond, the common call

Safe in harbour, from the sea

A greater being than those with voice

Substantial, by decree

 

Yet in droves they came from far away

To record their true feel

Would power lend its ear to hear?

Or would the hook, prize fish, by reel?

 

Or, tone deaf, would power speak to them?

Above, their clarion call

The river, mountain, sunset

Led to the lectern – the voice of all!

 

Postscript: Inspired by the recent Australian federal election, won on a knife’s edge by the Coalition Government.

NB: first published at https://mytrendingstories.com

The eyes have it!

A lie is a mistruth

Told purposefully.

A truth is an admission

Of a lie.

 

A penny for your thoughts –

I’d pay a pound

For the politician’s mic on hustings

To lose sound.

 

For distortion’s an illusion

That misrepresents –

Extravagantly foolish

People vent

 

Their anger – Meet Frustration –

Uncertain who you are.

A cavalcade lost in persona –

Ubiquitous, are you a star

 

Who will raise his hand and say;

‘It’s me, I’m here –

The only thing you have to fear

Is fear.’

 

Oh, take your chance,

Behold! Illusion’s lost

Like the better part of man

Compared to ghost.

 

Count the pennies and the pounds,

Make truth surpass the lie.

Distort distortion’s ill-respect –

Look me right in the eye!

Poem – Lost

She was here but now she’s lost

A winter breeze turned into frost

A weathered hand, salt of the soil

What did she want to say?

 

A butterfly, resting on flower

Wings fluttered, quiet hour

I turned away, the colour foiled

Butterfly had flown away

 

A dog lay, forever, by my side

Recovered from energetic ‘ride’

Shuffled off that mortal coil

This dry and sunburnt day

 

A veil, in times of old

Worn to wed to whom one sold

Today, ‘veil’ worn for different reason

Never to relate

 

To whom one sold, life changed, delayed

But one still sold, uncultured, frayed

Not one enough for one of other

More to ‘expiate.’

 

The ‘veil’ worn, she be lost

To others, but to him, embossed

Hidden, out of sight not out of mind

She was there all day.

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

Today’s challenge goes to:-

  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

 

Hope you enjoy the challenge – know that you were hand-picked.

 

I walk the path.

I walk the solemn pathway all alone

Others care to join me

Engage in careless conversation

As we pass the foreshore, by the sea

More join our walk along the way

As we continue down the road

We talk sweet nothings, ‘hello how are you?’

We pass a frog by lake, or toad

But as they walk the road less travelled

They talk about news of the day

Freedom’s glare is fading from us

Will we confront or turn away?

The pathway comes to its first bend

Some walkers find it hard to counter

A storm following a sunny day

A drought follows storm, brings empty fountain

Questions arise as to the bend

Is it too large a turn to fathom?

Some pursue it, others fail

Turning back, can’t walk the trail

Those left on the path take the turn

The bend being not the journey’s end

Those left on the path, they protect

Their challenge rises, they defend

Safety, security, our foremost thoughts

Freedom pure for our sisters, brothers

Can we have our cake and eat it too?

Or must we have one without the other?

The walkers share thoughts, an expression

‘Freedom under threat,’ they think

Those willing stand to protect

No-one’s bettered freedom yet

Even so some shy away

Their feet, their body, can’t take the heat

They wrestle with what they ought defend

But feel the challenge too high for them to beat

Now few are left to walk the walk

Their voice it need be loud

The few left talking defend and fight

Will the voice of the few be drowned by crowd?

A crowd that will not walk the path

A crowd that will not share the stage

A crowd that takes free thought for granted

Is this the coming of freedom’s age?

Will freedom rise above, beyond?

The call of duty has no roar

Duty comes from heart and mind

Freedom is worth fighting for.

 

Peas and carrots

Peas, pod,

Carrots, bowl,

Sliced, boiled, life

 

Bread, toaster,

Toasted, plate,

Butter spread by knife

 

Water, kettle,

Boiled, mug,

Sugar. Milk or cream?

 

Coffee, tea

Decaf, black

Earl grey, breakfast, green

 

Never before

Forgot, remind

Twenty-four seven, time

 

Bomb, detonate,

Self-harm. Relate?

TV, Facebook. Mine

 

Broadcast, air

Surprise, unfair

Comprehend. Believe

 

Black, white,

Shades of gray,

Nothing’s certain. Grieve.

 

far horizon

Butterfly in shimmering light,

Garden blooming in new season.

Kookaburra, sitting, soulful –

Poignant is the far horizon.

Orchid flowers, life awakens,

The day grows ever longer.

Shadows present,

Sunshine alightens,

Prodigious is her effort, action.

Human in kind,

Love we find

In simple, pleasant things.

Far horizon, ever closer,

Droplets they descend.

Life, we wish to never end,

The day draws near,

We transcend.

Entitlement

I have a plan to build on.

I know that it will work.

It means I’d rely on others

And on leaving Back ‘o Burke.

See, I want a kid, I know I do,

One of my very own.

But I need to find a fella

Who’ll not leave me, not disown.

So I went a lookin’ for my fella,

And I found one, handsome, awesome, cool,

On match.com. I wrote a novella

And I was not thought a fool.

His name was Ed, or ‘Handsome Hunk,’

Edward Brown it was in full.

The kinda guy who’d stay around,

More ‘pussy-cat’ than ‘bull.’

I thought; “Ah-ha. I got him,”

Reigned him in I did.

I’d opened a can, a can o’ worms,

I’d taken off the lid.

Within the can was a family man

Who’d earn something called a living,

Whilst I brung up my baby girl,

Good and proper, no misgivings.

Now, his family, I made them me own,

I was enchanting, really nice.

They’d be my fortune five hundred family,

So I acted sweet like…,well, once or maybe twice.

They called me ‘Darl,’ ‘Sweet pea,’ and ‘Honey,’

I felt part of their inner family.

“Better learn their name,” I thought

(for the record, it was Hamley).

They were so keen to bring me in

As part of their extended troup.

Almost made me feel guilty, like

When I took off with half their loot.

Not really, just fiction of sorts.

See, they’d give me lots of things.

It’s funny what being nice can do,

It’s funny what it brings.

But I wasn’t finished,

Oh, no, not yet,

I had so much more to do.

I had to apply at the Government Office

For that Social payment, as ya do.

The Government, it gives a hand-out

What’s referred to as an entitle-ment,

Where no-one even has to work,

It sounds absolutely Heaven-sent.

I’m pretty sure ‘Social payment’ is what it’s called,

And I know it does ya lots a good.

Better than goin’ out to work,

Answering phones, Jeez, I never would!

I’d heard so many people say,

In the form of a story, of a fable,

“Ya won’t look back girl, be the makings of ya,

Just don’t tell them you are able

To work a day or maybe two

Or they’ll have ya servin’ tea

At the local cafe, ‘Jimmy’s’ I think it’s called.

Luv, it wouldn’t do for me.”

They told me that I could get thousands

If I just played my cards right.

Dan ‘is name was, behind the counter

Handed me forms, in blue and white.

“What did this mean,” I wondered,

As I sat there lookin’ dim.

I got no idea what to fill out first,

So I acted on a whim.

I went for Sole Parent Pension

Cos it brought me the most cash.

Family Tax Benefits were a given

So through that I put a dash.

“Congratulations,” Dan said to me,

As I handed him my forms.

“You’ll hear from the Government, officially

But I’ll tell ya what’s the norm.”

“We encourage a big hand-out

To people like yourself,

Left alone by ya partner,

Left up on the shelf.”

I wasn’t ’bout to tell him

Well…you know…,the truth

If I did he might take me pennies back

Give others my hard-earned loot

‘Cos even though Ed, my man

Lived…,well, just around the corner,

I deserved that pension, that I did!

Not my neighbour, Wendy Horner.

Dan said; “We must protect ya,

That’s what the Government is here for,

To fork out cash to those in need

Not like it was before.”

“Before the Great Depression, see,

Ain’t nothin’ like this welfare

Each man (and woman) for themself

No Government could care.”

On and on, this Dan went

Talkin’ ‘bout the past.

I wasn’t really listenin’,

Wanted to get out really fast.

“God, this Dan,” I thought, “what’s he about?

He’s givin’ a history lesson.”

I stood there not takin’ it in

And not feelin’ like confessin’

I didn’t have a clue like

About anything he said.

It made me tired, gave me headache,

I should have been in bed.

But it sounded as he walloped on

Like Government’s day had come.

The story told of Government

Makin’ money on the run,

Off the taxpayer, payin ‘is tax (and mine)

On payin’ more than his fair share,

From them to me and others too,

Spent on those who couldn’t care

That they were bleedin’ dry the workin’ man

Who toiled all day long is all.

Hard-workers like Tom, and Wal…,and then Dianne

So sods like me, we wouldn’t fall

Below what the Government called a poverty line,

But me, I couldn’t see it.

Not likely to, it ain’t exist,

Was made up half the time.

I was a bit quizzical, like,

I’d taken money, other people’s.

Just ‘cos I didn’t want to work.

It sounded rather feeble.

Just ‘cos I could, was accepted practice

To make money off the system.

Encouraged I was, and better off too,

It was too hard to resist ’em.

And so my plan had begun,

Money was as good as in my purse.

What’s good for them is good for me.

Let’s face it, could have been lots worse.

What good for me is the welfare system?

Better in my hands than anyone else’s.

What good for me is that Money Tree

If I’m restrained from my impulses?

What good for me is social welfare,

Built on a bureaucrats obsession?

If I don’t get my share of it,

It may lead me to recession.

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