January 2, 2014

 

 

The blinding winter sun,

sits lowly in the skies.

No good to man or beast,

and not in line to win a prize?

 

The warming springtime sun,

brings new life, a cold spell denies.

Each bud a cherished radiance,

that overnight, grew by surprise.

 

The scorching summer sun,

causing squinting of the eyes.

A constant danger to us all,

unless caution, we exercise.

 

The grandest autumn sun,

that perfectly situated lies.

And watches like a godfather,

as leaves say their last goodbyes.

 

 

 

 

No bitterness within his veins.

So God-like in word and deed.

For others, a life he did sacrifice,

without any price agreed.

 

No questions did he ask.

He took his punishment in his stride.

And finally when freedom came,

he was loved the whole world wide.

 

A man of men, so mentally stoic,

living an existence no man should endure.

Yet, throughout his incarceration,

staying gentle with thoughts so pure.

 

These days we quibble over minor discomforts.

What must that have looked like to him?

A spoiled lot we have all turned out to be,

expecting life to be full to the brim.

 

What use are good examples,

if their work, forgotten, as soon as they die?

In case he is able to look down from heaven,

we must keep that twinkle alive in his eye.

 

 

 

December 28, 2013

 

 

Beyond today

and temptations urge,

lies undiscovered,

a bubbling surge.

 

Waiting to trap us

or catch us off guard,

as silent as snowfall,

yet like titanium, so hard.

 

It isn’t in a hurry;

time matters not.

In a queue it will sit,

until available, the slot.

 

But don’t underestimate,

the power that it holds.

Beneath it’s surface,

are many hidden folds.

 

Some may choose to ignore it,

or simply cast it aside.

Is the ride worth the risk?

It’s for each to decide.

 

 

December 26, 2013

 

 

A chink in the armour;

an exposed nerve.

Yet, knowing instinctively

which way to swerve.

 

Always ducking and diving,

towards the right direction.

You knew the path to take,

and saw it through to perfection.

 

And in the end, when job done,

and you knew you’d achieved.

Your modesty and coyness,

could hardly be believed.

 

The route that you chose,

was not always mainstream.

But you continued to deliver,

and fulfilled your every dream.

 

   

 

 

December 19, 2013

 

 

A light, though dim and undefined,

yet still, through dark, it’s way inclined.

From the flicker of a fading star,

a path of hope shines from afar.

 

When all seemed lost, and bridges burned,

now penance paid, new chances earned.

A trace, a glimmer that moonlight brings,

and joy to the soul, when angels sing.

 

 

 

 

It is OK to take the brake off,

as sometimes burdens can weigh a ton.

But save a little of today for tomorrow.

Keep in reserve, the strength to go on.

 

 

December 18, 2013

 

 

Oh God, what devastation there!

Where once was life, now just despair.

A world within a world all gone,

as sorry eyes in horror look on.

 

No time for grieving, pain so acute,

starving survivors, no choice, but to loot.

Only the world at large, them, now can save,

and limit their heartache, and an early grave.

 

 

 

November 8, 2013

 

 

It’s what I do.

It’s who I am.

It’s how I get

my bread and jam.

 

It’s how I exist.

It makes me tick.

It helps to make

my wallet thick.

 

It’s not the ‘norm’-

It’s anything but!

Some would say,

I’m in a rut.

 

It can be a pain.

It gets mundane.

But gives me shelter

from the rain.

 

It passes time.

It fills the day,

and keeps me sane,

since he went away.

 

It’s not forever,

but anyhow,

it keeps me employed

and will do for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The come-back kid

is riding high,

with arms outstretched

he’ll reach the sky.

 

Defeats behind him and

hard lessons learned,

around the corner

he has turned.

 

The come-back kid

is on his way.

He’s such a different

man today.

 

All pot holes plugged,

on the uneven street.

Success is his,

now he’s found his feet.

 

 

 

October 27, 2013

 

 

Behind enthusiasm

sits practicality,

and the realisation the job

cannot be done alone.

 

Alongside endeavour

sits satisfaction,

when out of nothing,

something has grown.

 

 

 

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