“Oh! Ho!” My ringing friends exclaim, Their sounding bells above They pull the ropes and spin the wheels, And practice what they love. And when the Bride comes to be wed, The bells ring out the news They spread the word of love and joy, Beyond the church and pews. Some bells have been thus …
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Indian Sonnet 2019
Mandeep, our guide, asked that we chose, just three Favoured points from our recent escapade But how can we start to choose, when we see The range of diff’rent journeys we have made? How can the Taj Mahal, be so compared With fine silk threads in carpets wove by hand? The beauty of the dance …
We are, each of us, responsible.
Song Saa, this idyllic isle, now warns us, what we should dread. Explaining how, the life we know hangs by a thin, and thinning, thread. Careless, we abuse our Earth, to satisfy desire, Despite the warnings, the life we love, will certainly expire. Dig the coal, pump the oil, let no-one bid us nay, Pollute …
My Favourite Place.
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 …
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, …
A Sense of Space.
Some say that Otford village is a heavenly little place, Its pond and quaint old buildings, and a model of ‘near space’, For in fact, they’ve modelled our solar system there, The planets set on posts, about the Sun, a stainless sphere. All to scale, you’ll find the Earth, like a lentil in its size …
Lemmings are dangerous
Lemmings, apparently, will suffer mass destruction, Mindlessly they copy, a careless guide’s instruction, Now we seem to follow the Lemmings poor tuition As we ignore the craziness of our own position. We let our children see the things, that used to make us blush No time to teach a grounding, everything’s a rush Only I-pad …
George's Rhymes for the Times 