18.3.11

There Is Always Hope

Poetry


Tears to cleanse and heal the pain
Hearts to live and sing again
Everyone from near and far
Rests their wishes upon a star
Earth so beautiful and unique

Insight, a gift many wise-men seek
Solutions sought, seldom found

Always, life with a survival crown
Love that’s found by giving away
We waste our planet every day
Answers confused by complexity
Yes, to live, love and let be
Sorry to not apologise, true

Home, a haven to me and you
One is all it takes to start the flow
Peace is what we all long to know
Evermore, in the hoping for.

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Bird Mail

Poetry


A little Willy-Wag-Tail bird
Came to visit a few weeks ago
It hopped around the garden
And put on quite a splendid show

Every day, I welcomed it
Watching it wag its tail with glee
It made me feel happy inside
This bird coming to visit me

But then a friend informed me
In recounting this visit so sweet
That a visiting Willy-Wag-Tail
Brings bad news, you’ll soon greet

I scoffed, and said – no way!
Do not jinx my mind to think so
It’s only if I believed it true
That’s how it’s supposed to go

Too late – bad news appeared
Not once, but twice and more
Even though I had not believed
And sorrow did not look for

Bad news no longer has a chance
To come our way to stay
When noticed arriving, it receives
A blast away with the hose spray.

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If only it were that simple! J


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3.3.11

Tears of Reflection

Poetry


Old and wise
Proudly you stand
A portrait of perseverance
And timelessness

Thirsty in drought
Chilled with snowy falls
Swaying in compliance
As gales bend growing limbs

Seasons pass
The cycles of life
Steadfast, resilient, strong
Patiently you watch – and wait.

They come.
Burning, mutilating
Blinded by needs and wants
For the taking

Mindless sacrilege
Devoid of care
So much pain
For so little gain

Land cleared
Raped and pillaged
Till bareness prevails
Nature screamed and wailed

Unheard, unnoticed
Where once you stood so grand
Emptiness, nothingness
Years of perfection
Tears of reflection

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