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WINTER WISHES


Autumnal colours frame your face,
your eyes like burning embers.
for many years I've loved you now,
how many more septembers.

Glistening dew drops turn to ice,
as winter comes along.
you really are my only vice
how can it be that wrong.

Yet soon returns that early dawn,
but still,you wear no ring.
awoke from slumber with cheery yawn,
thrushes once more sing

Can one long hot summer of romance,
be squashed so easily.
or shall we take this given chance,
be together endlessly.

The seasons of our life together,
fly like doves come home to roost.
if you would say your mine forever,
my heart would have a boost.

Think long and hard for what you wish,
for whishes can come true
I prayed one day to fill my dish,
I was rewarded when I found you.


SEASONS

A single strand of silver moonlight,
between the clouds does break,
Gazing down I hear you sigh,
slowly you awake,
Your hair, autumnal, falling,
on the pillow where you sleep,
The chill now coming over,
summers gone i want to weep.

leaves, like love, are fading,
in the distance wolfs do howl,
you're love for now is darkening,
o'er my eyes, shed like a cowl,
The flush of youth in spring time,
faded in the fall,
looking back on times together,
fondly I recall.

Forward now to winter,
the cold of you're embrace,
I wonder, did we ever,
have a chance in this old place,
Though we've lived our lives together!
nothing left to get us through,
As the autumn sunlights fading,
so my thoughts, also of you.


AUTUMNAL AWAKENING.

Among the image the minaret
set to fall but not just yet
tainted, tarnished, ruined by few
whose sole desire to exploit you.

Bigot extremists one and all
destroy young minds, make them fall
a martyrs death and virgins promise
A mothers comfort? naught but solace.

Come spring once more re-new re-start
once more to claim the purest heart
A growing passion once again
for love of Allah not for fame.

Within us all a budding wish
to serve the lord a pleasant dish
each to love as we would please
not bringing others to their knees

Come all you elders heed thy mother
Grasp all who walk and call them brother
joy and love alone to send
lest of this world we see the end.


I AM

The one who gave you comfort when you thought all hope was dead
ironed out the twisting road to make it straight ahead
who helped you sing a happy tune when all around was bleak
a guide to all the answers of the questions that you seek.

A warmth in depth of winter cooling breeze in summers heat
a reason to stop moping, get you back upon your feet
a myriad of crystal rainbows dancing in the sky
an answer to life's long lost reason, a description of the why.

The touch of healing waters in the deepest of compassion
a dose of goodness calling when you run out of your ration
a reminder of the future and the life as things could be
expressions of your failures past, resigned to make up me.


Forget me not in sorrow remember me in joy
whether be you woman man or girl or long lost infant boy
Just know that when you find me; again your life is whole
I am awakenings of desire my friend:.. I am your very
soul.


THE END


Childhood long gone stolen,taken
A mothers care
None ! Forsaken
LOATHING;


Unexpected brush of air
Check locked doors
still; beware.
FEAR;


Swirling thoughts extorted protraction's
Freedom's calling
wasted reaction?
MALICE;


None to hear the plaintive cry
none to look up to
wondering why
HATRED;


Crimson remnants of past decisions
Mind melt muddle
Make revisions
GUILT;


Physical restraints lie unbound
What's in the air?
strangest sound


SILENCE:


A MOTHERS CALL


The crimson tint of sunlight Quivers upon the golden corn
As barn owl flows the air now cold leads silently to dawn
Breaking shards of sunlight glitter soft on dewy grass
fawns soft feeling comfort gambolling in the pass.

Nature has a way to share her beauty through the day
Is often that I find myself in dreams so far away
The lilt of birdsong softly chimes the coming of the dawn
whilst bitter shrills of the badger give warning to the fawn.

Hues of green vast fading in the memory as the past
Shall always be remembered treat each joy as if the last
Hallowed walls of fir trees glide as one confining gate
leading to temptation whilst the guardians sit and wait.

Evening song or morning call shall each their own empower
Tis only just deserts of men lead to the final hour
Nature seen by many as a blessing not a curse
While none believing cynics, say let us do our worst.

We all should treat the planet as we would our very own kin
After all in all this nature there is a mother within...


THOUGHTS OF THE DAY


Standing by the factory gate
hardened men do sit and wait,
Meanwhile in the halls of power
Democracy! Dimming by the hour.

We only want what is our due
no more nor less than the chosen few.
Agonised choices soon be made
best to see we all get paid.

Friends and comrades by our side
All for one to stem the tide
More for us to gather in
if we let the weakest win.

Regaled and spurned for standing fast
Not for first time and never last
Democracy the cry from high
in other places slipping by

Socialist sycophants scowl displeasure
What right have we to ask their measure?
Shore up the drawbridge reel in the truth
scourge the revolution of its youth.

Won not yet the justest cause
hidden deals behind closed doors
death a worry for woman and man
revolution needed in iran.

Shouting nightly from rooftops tall
hoping praying soon will fall
freedom for the right to choose
A battle they must never lose.


16K...


Only 16K to fight and die
100K more to sit and lie
Will we ever say enough is enough
Whilst Orwellian dictates rebuild the trough.

Give more to the rich who started the mess
Who cares for the little man give it a rest
Couldn't find a new Rembrandt for love or money
Had to do with Picasso now the telegrams not funny

How dare they suspect us of unlawful doing
While those on benefits the taxpayers screwing
Small prices to pay a child's life I'm sure
If only appeared on front page once more.


MORNING DUE


Above the bluebells faeries fly
whilst down below the pixies cry
in joy of all the things they weave
with faery dust which abound to leave

In tree the twit-twoo of owl's
keeping elves a hidden fast by cowels
will not detract from faeries flight
until once more comes the morning light

Such time is short cannot deny
the time that faeries have to fly
many claim to see, but very few
have watched them lay the morning dew.


GOVERNING BODY


Feelings,
Emptied like bowels on a morning
Unhinged within a battered brain.
Devoid of contact with others,
lest the panic start again.

Memories,
so long time past caring
Extracted for keepsake by rote
Devilled eggs left to rot upon concrete
White flesh moulds quiet in moat.

Knowledge,
Tainted with extract of liar's breath
Used sparingly for fear of notice
kept deep within soul, searching,
Hoping for benevolent poultice.

Structure,
Torn by those with ultimate control
Replaced with chaotic transformation,
The young left to fester in silent abyss
If given chance! would ruin our nation.

Immortal souls,
Passed down through generations
Greed and apathy, intertwined permission
what more evil on gods own earth?
except for politician...................


THE ANSWER


Even if we did?

I would probably not remember so therefore the promise of pleasure is an inadequate excuse to do it!
Your imagination though is heartwarming compared to those I have known before, the introduction of the dolphin was aptly inspired...

Yes It is true that Dante's inferno would keep us warm but I really do like the feel of satin upon my skin:
Why must all good things be deemed impassable by those who can not drive?

As the moonlight faded to give way to the dawns rapturous chorus of light filling with the cacophony of tearful piteous migrant souls unhinged by the reflective rage of a nation;
I was tempted:
BUT,
despite what they say I did not succumb.

Does that make me better than him?
or his equal at least?
It matters not now as the moment is long past.

I will,
when I have the time;
think of you.
Perhaps you too will reflect upon this moment and garner some peace from it,
or not!


THE EYE OF GOD

Feelings exposed as an open cast mine erupts within the once verdent valley of my soul,
torn asunder by the cancerous claws of a liar.
Black thoughts emenating from a once tranquil mindset,
now content to live out the days in search of the opulent exquisite feeling of revenge.

How soon the change from saint to sinner when one is cast against the other,
could this be the reason for mans demise?

Or is there indeed,
a benevolent,
all seeing,
all encompassing,
pasionate yet shameless God; residing deep within us all,
feeding off the rawest of emotions as a carrion crow on the roadkill entwined.

How odd that the evil within is released with such fervour at the mearest hint of deciet and yet love is oft disastrously slow in forthcoming to strangers we meet.

Perhaps the wrath of God lies closer to the surface than we may wish to accept, not until we change and accept our own belief can we change the hearts of others!


THE EPIC TALE OF EMILLION THE GOAT.

The sweet swirling sounds of the Saracen cascading among the empty grasslands soothed the way for the winged warrior.
Many hundreds of years of suffering past had led to this day of reckoning.
Jenkle berries glistening with dew in the morning sun; hues of amber and purple mingled through the dank green undergrowth of vine weebles.
Martinique figures adorning the lamp standards of every day folk in the future would tell of this epic battle.

Many eons before the dawn of time
The Saracens watched and waited in lime,
Whilst all around green indolent toad
Attacked with glee, faces covered in woad

Amphibian scum floating idle all day
Would look upon Saracen as naught but prey
Despised and loathed with venomous passion
Yet equally sparse in their unique fashion.

They stooped to conquer one and all
Had no recollection of ever the fall
None had ever been up to the mark
But stirred now to action the Saracen spark.

Emillions! created for those who had