Each day I scan the pages of a reputable(?) rag To make myself aware of principal events Because I am still thinking, I take up my position I am not one for sitting on the fence. So often, I consider the salient why’s and wherefore’s To distinguish facts from mere pretence Most times, it seems …
Category Archives: Poems
Where are we going?
Each day, we read, how we’re, so smart We invent and make more things, So if we are, let’s play our part, Make sure the work no evil brings. Progress is the general call, Most has a value true, But equally our minds can be Blinded by the selfish view. Again it seems self-centred greed …
Why carry a gun?
W. Tate wrote this original love ballad If I could plant a tiny seed of love, in the garden of your heart Would it grow to be a great big love one day, or would it die and fade away Would you care for it and tender it with care, till the time that we …
Don’t Do It yourself
“It’s time for a change! The loo needs a refit The tiles are disgraceful, the basin’s a pit, The boys are careless, (aimless the word) A hygenic room, don’t be absurd!” So out with the basin, a new one arrives, Chromium tapped, perfectly sized, But the rad’s in the way, so now it must go …
Great Investors!, New Billionaires!
Oh Great Investors!, New Billionaires!, You feel strong on account of your wealth Sure you worry about the price of your shares, But they’re not a good measure of health. Take more attention, is p’raps better advice, Of the wider effects of your work, For many believe, your self-centred greed Shows good ethics is something …
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 …
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