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Quiet Example
Tis an interesting thing to consider yet
the value of a quiet example set.
Like the crystal streams, or the mountain air –
consistent, constant, always there.
Blessing every soul who happens by.
Never asking who, never asking why.
Giving joy just by being who they simply are.
Giving light through the night like a brilliant star.
Giving hope to the cr...
Saturday 30th March 2024 8:48 pm
The Gatherer
The Gatherer and the Giver sat atop a hill to gaze again
down at the village where they lived, and talk about the ones in need.
At end of day as sun went down, they sat there talking in the dim
as soul by soul they contemplated what was the best way to feed.
They did this often for they knew, despite the many years gone by,
the need to gather and to give would always be in high demand.
But...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:24 pm
Not A Single Thing
At the end of the day if the truth be told,
we don't own a single thing we hold.
Not the spoils we gain, nor the gold in hand.
Not the things we reap. Not the tracks of land
that we build upon, where we stake our claim.
Not the talents held, nor the claims to fame.
Not the words we write. Not the songs we sing.
No, we don’t own a single thing.
But the will we hold deep inside our heart.
Y...
Sunday 10th March 2024 4:01 pm
Strangers Unaware
How odd this ragged stranger seems
who jarred me from my frozen stare,
at dust and dreams and other things
for which I spend my time and care.
No other man hath paid him mind,
no nod, nor smile, nor kindness shown.
No, none at all hath lent him time.
No good man opened up his home.
So what is lost if I like they
wave off a hand and turn back in,
and quickly ...
Thursday 22nd February 2024 4:00 am
Dear One
I’ve told you so many times,
“I love you so much.
I’m so glad I found you.”
What else is there to say?
June 2012
Thursday 2nd April 2020 9:35 pm
How Can I Tell You
How can I tell you that I love you?
I've said the words so many times; it's old hat to you.
I could quote Browning's poem of how she loved.
I'd say it's mine and mean every metaphor,
but you'd know she wrote it and you'd quote it.
I can write love poems just for you,
and every word I write is true,
though I'm not adept with metaphors
and don't use fancy words.
I can bring valentine...
Tuesday 24th March 2020 1:17 pm
Miss Nancy Robinson
My now long gone Auntie Nancy
My ants in her pants Auntie Nance
Her ideas for me set before I was born
She said "I hope he's a devil, a cheeky little devil"
Then always beside me from that day on
Encouraging that little devil to push his cheeky boundaries
Another mother for me alongside her closest sister
Mother to hundreds through her caring ways
Dedicated carer of Liverp...
Friday 1st September 2017 6:41 pm
The Royal Free
The Royal Free hums its energetic life
As I sit musing in my garden
A background drone always there
As the hospital is always open for care
It's summer so the trees mask its physical presence
Just the joined up sound of health and excellence
We moved here with two small boys
And thought being near The Free might be handy
Energetic boys in an energetic city
Who knows the...
Monday 28th August 2017 10:59 am
Change
Why does this world try to make me insane?
So much hate, to much anger and pain.
How can this world possibly heal?
When we don't even care how our fellow humans feel.
All these campaigns to stop smoking and drinking,
Why not campaign to stop hurting , start thinking.
Inside this huge universe we share such a small world,
Please human beings, stand up, be bold.
Smile at strangers an...
Sunday 28th August 2016 1:38 pm
MOTHER
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
...
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm
Spring Tanka
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
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