About Roland's Ragbag

Long retired; Expatriate Tyke; Eclectic; Not-So-Grumpy Old Man.

TRUTH . . . A Haiku

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The Truth embellished

Becomes yet another Lie

Hold fast to the Truth

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Goodbye – Two Word Tale #12

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GOODBYE

At last
It’s here
Stand fast
No fear

Ship ahoy
Let rip
En-joy
Your trip

Be-ware
Don’t dare
Take care
Play fair

Bon chance
Toodle-oo
Good luck
See you!

Pip pip
In-deed
You’re off
God speed!

 

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ANOTHER  YEAR

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‘Icarus’ … Pen & Wash – WHB – 2020   ©

ANOTHER  YEAR

Another year older
and
against time’s odds
deeper in love –
with life
with living
with a fervid
lust for existence

I want to feel
feel fast
feel free
to fly above my waning world
to feel what Adam felt
when first
he faltered
and fell
feel that Icarus moment
that experienced joy
that knowledge gain
that original lesson
singed
tinged
with both
joy and regret

I fear
I am led
to disregard
inhibitions shackles
and give hedonism
its brazen head

Desire
becomes the imperative
Desire
given to us
to ensure our continued existence
Desire
without which
no history would exist
and all would be
the futility
of Dreamland

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Death Wish at Sea

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The storm was predicted,
Jet black was the sky,
But I  needed to cross,
I remember not why.

The ship sailed for Dublin,
I knew I must try
To bolster my nerves
My fear to defy.

A storm was predicted,
Air pressure awry.
Not for the first time
I feared I would die.

But that storm was a beast
And I let out a cry,
‘Please Lord do listen,
Oh please let me die!’

But we made it across
That dread Irish Sea,
But I’ve never yet mastered
My fears. Let them be!

 

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The Kite

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Photo: WHB: N.Yorkshire – 2020   ©

As I watch
I marvel
In the silence
At the steady
Rise and fall
The relentlessness
Of that
Sinister hover
That searchlight gaze
The taughtness
Swoop-ready
Slight rise here
There a minimal
feathered fall
And always
The graceful motion
Governed by the gentle breeze
And those deadly eyes
Ever searching
For quarry

Oh the stillness
The forbidding silence
Alive with threat
Fine-tuned tension
So aware
Watchful
For that significant stir
in the grass below
That silent murmur
Minimal movement

No more than
a tension in the air
A breathing of the grass beneath
To excite his gaze
And trigger
His thunderbolt descent

 

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Photo: WHB: N.Yorkshire – 2020   ©

The Future

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The future
will never be
as we envisage it.
That fact is a given
a constant
by which we will fall
if we do not recognise
its truth
and act accordingly.


Hope

and aspiration
may well prop up
the present,
but they
are not the answer
to that ultimate question –

‘What does the future
hold in store

for me?
for us?’
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The Next Time

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The next time
will always be
the best time
Anticipation
feeds
breeds
on expectation

Tomorrow will be
better than Today
Yesterday’s
revitalised
successor,
Itself refurbished,
re-burnished.
with new hope

To travel hopefully
into an unknown world
of conjecture
and hypothesis
is to have faith
in uncertainty

 

And Optimism
is given to us
to make the future
bearable

 

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Two-Word Tale #11 – Take Heed

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Take Heed  . . .  Two-Word Tale #11

Take heed
More haste
Less speed

Don’t rush
Less fuss
No crush

You’ll get
Your chance
You will
Per-chance

Soon find
That time
Will toe
The line
And give
You space
To win
Life’s race

Just take
It steady
Then you’ll
Be ready
When time
Is called
When day
Is done
No more
The sun
Will rise
And shine

No more
Will this
My tale
Be told

For all
At last
Will turn
To dust

To leave
Life’s ash
To cool
As ripples
On a
Still pool

To fade
And die
Never
To know
Just how
Or why

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