Happy Mothers Day Sunrise

Happy Mothers Day

The Spring Sunrise,
   was enough of a prize
But the familiar sound,
   of my mother around
was a part to remember
   glowing from the sunrise ember

The warmth crispened
   the closer it came to thunder
the embers a flame
   made thunder all tame
she puts in order all, ill, abused and insane
   as her reach touches all the she helps

Her speech was a blessing
   her organisation seemed like prediction,
as things to do, seemed like things done
   that's before the day was sun down
She blesses my head every time I hear her,
   her voice and my mother is very special

For those who are blessed enough to have know
   their mother, and shared the love unrestricted
then as perfect a life you shall have had
   like my mother has been a temple of
strength and warmth encouragement and support
   Throughout my life, and i wish to return the love
but i fear my sunset would be nothing on her sunrise.



 

Poetry The Day Has Dawned

The day has dawned
   The bows a rising
The horses fawned
   The world appetising

The Greeks knew the way
   Through horse sodden clay
The damp was a lifting
   The trek a drifting

The hardening of the days old clay
   Was a portal to the sore horses neigh
But help was at hand
   As the days b4 they built a damn

The sluice gate a opened
   The crisp prints a softened
The horses moved more freely
   As the tree and tree leave eazy

The days before and
   the days ahead
The Greeks had a masterful
   Card stack at hand

Poem The woman with the heart of gold

The woman with the heart of gold

 

The lady of his dreams,

          oh how far away she is to see,

But I will go to all extremes

          to see, hear, love and together be.

 

With her eyes of liquid sapphire,

          shining from her radiant face.

Dresses in mare’s, windblown mane of fire,

          he yearns to smooth, over her body of lace,

And dive into her head , to be with his deepest desire.

Poetry Togetherness

Togetherness

My feelings for you,

          were all tattered and torn.

The lost love in my heart,

          I just had to mourn.

Along came a card,

         all covered in verse.

So I picked up my eyes,

         and shooed off the hearse.

 I picked up the phone,

          and chatted a bit.

She invited me up,

          and I felt a right twit.

But when I opened the door,

         and saw her radiant face.

There were no second thoughts,

         I was there in the right place.

We kissed and touched,

          as if we’d never been split.

If we’d been a chart single,

         we’d have been a number 1 hit.

When thrust came to cut,

          and both feelings were right.

The chance to stay over,

         For the lovers to unite.

Emotions and sensations,

          are things we have shared.

 I shall never give you up,

          as we are so well paired.

Faith, Hope & Trust

Faith, Hope & Trust

[Stairway To Heaven undertones]

This topic is so large, that its like fitting the Titanic on a barge. To attempt to cover all in one page, is perhaps impossible. But with all Heart felt topics, "Faith" is one that seems to be the simulator of happy people robotics, yet it is "Hope" and "Trust", that are also a must.

Ohh it makes you wonder

They say from Ashes to Ash-es & Dust to Du-st, is this the 1st or last step in all above title. I fear if Faith" was missing, and the "Hope" and "Trust" was not reverberating, ringing, that we would miss the story, glory of 'Faith" in its ringing, call.

Ohh it makes you wonder

Reversing the time, where "Trust" was sublime, it is a wonder why this, has departed us, at this time. How do we get back the "Trust", it surely should be a must, and I hope to get it back b4 Dust to Dust.

For it is the former and the latter, that is Governing our core Strength, yet it is the "Hope" that we should spend time with at length. When the "Trust" fully returns, do we lose our self protection in turn, and are we more vulnerable having just " Faith" beside us.

Individually they are not wrong, but unity and togetherness they are strong, and a balance all around can be found, like the leaves returning to the ground & the roots strengthened the rebound, so that this and the next generations can join together, safely all around.

Ohh it makes you wonder

Togetherness, belief and peace are parts we require, and force the sick evil ones back to the fire. The ashes 2 ashes and the dust to dust, can exterminate their evil planning on their rotting core, and our beliefs, passions, love & peace can flourish and be as the fleece, instilling passion, warmth and resurrect an eternal applause, encore.

When the joining in unity, of the peace loving community, then the “Trust”, “Hope”, “Faith”, return to conquer fear. For those who generate the fear are the one NME's who tied us here, so hand in hand, we sing cheer and watch them sneer.

For we have gained our Trust, in our direction as one, and never shall we not share the beautiful answers or be undone. As we all know the path, its the light that we hath, as it leads us all its all away from wrath.

With the darkness shadows behind, it clears up when we keep it far from our mind, and the beautiful distractions of life, forget us the strife. The passage on our journey, leads us trusting into the light, but we never should forget our resurrected discovery.

Do not fear to look back, as loved ones , lives shake and form cracks, its a time to reach hand in hand and form a rescue pack. As there are times in our lives, where we don't make it to survive, faith diminishes, crushed, questioned by life's sadness. But together we are strong giving “Trust” to those who long, and in time our questioned “Faith” returns to where it belongs.

We can only hope that your journey meets a fit end, and is cared for until the last chink, turn and bend, and that ashes to ashes are followed by a happy amen. The journey fulfilled, as the unity care and love over spilled, contentment, happiness and peace were achieved together <3

Ohh it makes you wonder.

Ohh it makes you really wonder [Silent Thought].

Poetry - New Beginnning

New Beginning

I went for stroll, to catch the sunset, and what do you know, there was calm and no snow a perfect autumn day / night. I picked up a stone as I crossed alone, just me myself and sadly my phone.

 
The setting had begun with the sound of the birds returning from their fun, not a whistle or a gun, just a gentle walk through a timeless horizun.

To get a better view, as the angles were askew, for the walk ended, on my risen tree stump pew.
The colours unreal as I began to feel a glorious change from orange/pink to grey/blue. And with no fright, but a balanced delight, on my left, not my right, was the identifier of night (The Moon).

I stood very calm with a past mending balm, and no Spring like the lamb, just the horizon, clouds, colours, sounds no more, the close flower bloom and a brightly shining half moon.

 
20 minutes past watch, the Spectrum reflecting off the lake yacht mast, for the spectre had gone and the past undone, for a new beginning of goodness to gently amass, with the reflection of the sun on our guiding satellite of the night.

I had no fright, just delight at the fight against plight, had taken flight and I was right in the middle of day and night, a new life had begun, beautiful like an angel, rainbow. 

When I saw these sights, I saw your true colours shining through, and that's why I love you, so just take a step and let yourself go, your true colours, are beautiful like an Angel / Rainbow.

Poem Genocide, Greed and Unemployment - (1st Draft) - (Hard) - (poem / lyric)

Genocide, Greed and Unemployment

They planted the seed, they scattered the word,

the flock was delivered, the shepherded herd

was once from above, from the sign of the dove

Twas nothing but shock, from the cry of the cock

They watered the crop, they scribed the script

the fish had arrived, the scales were tipped

who knew the tale, of how they would fail

Twas a heart wrenching sigh, that delivered the sty

They fertilised the living, to deliver the crop

the bread was moulded, the penny yet to drop

the mutton was prepared, no souls would be spared

Twas but a mornings work, not to go berserk

They harvested the proceeds, to reap the rewards

the wine was warmed, the ceremony of awards

the knives sharpened, the spirits had darkened

Twas the timing of the Cull, that controlled the null

They came to clean up, hard work from the sun

the chop had to come, as the pigs had the gun

the numbers they had, the carriages so sad

Twas the ones who knew how, who bled the cow

They prepared the feast, they came from far and wide

the tables were full, rooms crammed side to side

the owners generosity, lured all for curiosity

Twas nothing to see, but a false sense of glee

They closed the doors tight, celebrations of delight

for the food was steaming, and the eyes a streaming

all products within, the harvest a success

Twas not just the crop, that we had to say God bless

They muffled the cock, to hide the clock

for the next day was not coming, for banging and running

the tale was now known, that it was the owners who own

and the workers who work, are nothing but bone.