Now you, Dear Reader, may in truth suppose, That I will write of verdant pastures near, Of humming birds and scents of summer’s rose Or Nature’s beauty, or the fallow deer. But if this special place gives joy to me, To gain this joy, I must indeed be there, But not alone! I’m sure I’d …
Author Archives: George Potter
Stone story.
The humble star of this story Is an insignificant stone Which during a volcanic eruption From the core of the Earth was thrown. It fell, cooled, then merely existed Nothing special, you’d say, just a flint But the Stoneage man was delighted When he saw the stone’s tell-tale glint. The stone chips flew, and the …
To all those who are companions to the dying.
Perhaps the least applauded, you work so peacefully,Providing care and comfort, to those who will not see,A future life before them, here on Earth, but hopefully,Their soul and spirit remembered, here and eternally. But Nurses, Doctors, Friends, whose dilligence displaysThe essence of humanity in many diff’rent waysLove, sympathy, devotion in all those final daysTo which …
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What did I see?
When we say “I saw it!”, Perhaps we ought to say We glanced at an image Before we looked away. When you draw you really look, The right shape to define And so with Nature, really look The great beauty there to find. So in your Explorations, Look underneath the stone, In between the grasses …
The Prodigal Daughter
The pictures seen, from lands so far away, Can change our moods, and our convictions strain, Veiled mother’s face, conceals, what she might say Beside, her starving child, entreats, in vain. So how can we reject an ‘Isil’ bride? Her chosen way, was not what we might choose But let us not, her honest faith, …
Bravado
Donʼt talk to me of superstition It puts my actions ʻon conditionʼ Silly to be so restrained All is lost and nothing gained. Surely life is hard enough Without this hocus pocus stuff! Lead your life as if your own Donʼt believe in, some old crone, Questioning your common sense Fate is there without pretence …
Political electioneering
We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …
Political electioneering
We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …
Birthdays
If depressed by your age Remember the sage Who by numeric twist Would thereby insist That at year Twenty-one The age of great fun A mathematical quirk Commences to work Stopping further addition From then to perdition. He said “Double your age, Then add an ‘0’ Divide by your age, C’mon,don’t be slow! Now add …
Ambition
Great Ambition, you Imposter! I do not like your style! Some children think you’re critical, for them to make their pile, Do Teenagers, without you, become just feckless Youth? Without you, is there no success? – I doubt that is the truth. Maybe you are a distant light, but you don’t show the way, You …
George's Rhymes for the Times 