A WINTER’S TALE

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A WINTER’S TALE

Let me steal the midnight’s silence,
The stillness of the dawn,
The dampness of the morning grass,
As one more day is born.

Let me tread the crisp new snow
And breathe the icy blast;
Match my step to winter’s wind,
Relive those pleasures past.

For I must reach another goal
Fate’s purpose to pursue.
Life has been short and gone too soon
My devils to subdue.

And when my grave has opened up
My body to receive
Already mildew on my heart
And few there’ll be to grieve.

 

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Thoughts on COVID-19

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On COVID-19

To catch coronavirus
I’m in no way desirous,
So please keep your distance
I’m all for resistance.

I ask you to stay
Two metres away;
Don’t invade my space,
I ask, just in case.

Just do as they say,
There is no other way;
Please don’t hesitate,
We must self-isolate.

I know it’s a bind,
And I think you will find,
It may be for weeks
Till this virus peaks.

And I’ll tell you moreover,
When all this is over,
The world will have changed,
Our whole lives rearranged.

 

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Love Lost

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LOVE  LOST

Soft words
Kindly spoken
Ended our affair
Harsh words
Roughly spoken
Captured my despair

How could I
All this time passed
Not bring myself to care?
Be expected silently,
The hurt, the pain, to bear?

Was it not her
Who from the start
Had always said she cared,
Whilst I, blasé, had many times
Devalued what we shared?

But now we’ve parted,
Untied the knot,
And gone our separate ways,
I feel the hurt
Each passing day
Left only with this vile malaise.

 

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Keep Away From Me

KEEP AWAY FROM ME

If I am going to quarantine
Myself, I’d like to know.
Tell me please, in confidence,
Where all of YOU will go.

‘Cos as I’m trying to be safe
I do not want to see
The likes of you and Josephine
Paying a call on me.

That would defeat my purpose
In shutting myself away;
Non-contact is the intention,
To keep the germs at bay.

You may say this is overkill,
But as I’m eighty-five,
I really wish a few more years
To keep myself alive.

 

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Happiness

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Happiness

 

Happiness is a fleeting mist
It’s never with me long,
But its hesitant pulse,
Its arrhythmic throb,
Carry my life along.

Its waves can break on distant shores,
Too far away to matter,
But when they crash
On my foreshore,
Then my worries scatter.

Then my spirits rise to fly,
To join that celestial choir,
To reach for joy,
To realise
All that I desire.

 

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Nature’s Green Magician

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‘The Green Man’ WHB – Pencil … 2020

If the world was sane,
If I could live again,
I’d choose to be a tree –
A sturdy oak for me.

And when I was that oak
The Green Man I’d invoke,
To be my guiding light –
Upright, downright, forthright.

For his eternal mission,
Nature’s Green Magician,
To nurture, guide, conserve,
Our future to preserve.

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God is a Woman

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God is a Woman, it now is claimed,
No more a scheming Man;
Not that all-seeing, omniscient being,
Of whom I was a fan.

For now this HE becomes a SHE,
My preconceptions lost;
And I must learn to re-construe
To my eternal cost.

I’d rather S/HE was bisexual,
Of indeterminate sex.
That might satisfy all tastes,
Fewer feelings to be vexed.

 

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A Pi-Ku for Pi-Day

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Tomorrow, 14th March, is Pi Day.  It has become an occasion for the annual celebration of the mathematical constant π (pi).  It is also the birthday of Albert Einstein in – actually in 1879.

Based on the Japanese POETIC FORM of the HAIKU, where the 3 lines have syllable counts of 5,7,5, a new poetic form has in recent years been designed of the PI-Ku.

In a Pi-Ku each line of the poem has, in sequence, the number of syllables in the never-ending number — pi   –  that mysterious mathematical relationship between a circle’s diameter and its circumference . . .

π  =  3.14159265 35897932384626433832795028841971693993751058 . . .

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In its basic form the Pi-ku will normally have just 3 lines – of 3, 1, and 4 syllables. However, as a development of this, it is possible to extend the number of lines with syllables following the Pi sequence, stopping wherever it is wished. To continue for ever would be a somewhat tedious exercise!

With a pi-ku, therefore, the first line has three syllables, the second line one syllable, and the third line has four syllables. Although without formal punctuation, each line should end in a terminal caesura which helps to retain the sense of the poem’s content. There is no specification on the subject matter.

For those interested, a web search for ‘Pi Day’ and/or ‘Pi-ku’ will give more ideas and examples.

I give two 9-line (3.14159265) attempts of my own at this exercise below . . .

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Consider
Think
Let us compose
Now
Some poetic lines
Ones which clearly convey their meaning
To all
Setting out the purpose
Of this exercise


 

Talk to me
Speak
In your own words
Now
I want to hear you
Spilling your everyday musings
To me
So that I may reflect
On what our love means

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A – G – M

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A – G – M

I met a dear old friend
Whose time I knew was fleeting;

He looked so frail and wan,
I asked how he was keeping.

He said he was ‘A-G-M‘,
A strange and quirky word,
In fact I thought it odd
And really quite absurd.

I asked him what he meant.
He said “Because I’m old,
And glad to be alive
I think you should be told …”

That I am still quite fit,
Not ready yet for disposal,
Still stepping out and free,
Above the Ground and Mobile.’

 

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Love Justified

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Love Justified

As winds are made to blow
And waves are made to break,
As the sun was made to shine
And the earth was made to quake.

So you and I were made to meet,
Our lives and love to share;
To nurture children, watch them grow,
Their trials and troubles to bear.

And now when time has wrought its hurt
And you have left my side,
Our blessings now live on in them,
Loves purpose justified.

 

 

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