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Thursday Doors

 

On this day lovers play

With doors of every kind

Some are small and tightly built

But some are hard to find.

 

Quite a journey you will have

The history you will learn

As you find another door

Around another turn.

 

Throughout the world these lovers play

And show what they have found

Treasures each and every one

Still more I’m sure abound.

 

Take a walk and really see

The wonders to be seen

And you will join with others

Who really are quite keen!

 

 

 

 

Join with Norm Frampton, Dan Anton and many others around the world who share in Thursday Doors.

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The Painter

 

Our celestial painter

Works wonders below

The colours, the textures

Are not all for show.

Brilliant night skies

with twinkling lights

A miracle of wonder

In everyone’s sights.

Our heavenly painter

Chose His canvas with care

He shows us restraint

And a bit of His flare.

Nature is the medium

His strokes are so broad

And yet gentle and focused

Of course, He is God!

All Nature is colour

Subtle tints and some hues

Constantly changing

To our different views.

Oceans are blueish

With some gentle greens

More colours below

In those coral machines.

A sunrise or sunset

Such a beautiful sight

Violet, orange and red,

The shades are just right.

 

A gentle hand guides

This palette’s new phase

With heavenly hues

Each day we give praise.

Remember

 

Will you remember

The sound of my voice

Or will you forget

When I’m gone?

 

Remember the rain

As it ran down my face

Remember the chill

In the air.

 

Snow on my lashes

You commented then

Like diamonds you said

They were.

 

Will you remember

The walk that I had

My smile or the colour

Of my hair?

 

I will remember

Until darkness is nigh

And the universe

Explodes in despair.

 

But for the moment

Remember it well

And walk in the light

Of our memories.

 

 

 

 

The Hand of God

 

A single drop of dew

Rests gently on a leaf.

Beauty in a single drop

Though its life is brief.

 

Soothing rays of sun

Caress that single leaf.

It turns its face towards it

Strong in its belief.

 

Behold the Hand of God

Within that simple leaf.

And within the warming sun

Without there would be grief.

 

Can you see yourself

As that simple leaf,

Knowing God’s within you

Strong in your belief?

 

Everyday reminds you

Time is like that leaf.

Years and years forever

Though it still is brief.

 

Rest gently in the knowledge

That God will bring relief.

He will stand beside you

Just like that silly leaf.

Rattling

 

 

Have you ever had a poem,

Rattling round your head?

The moment that you write it down,

Damn! That puppy’s dead!

 

You hear the words internally,

The rhyming is so fine.

But when it’s on the paper,

It’s just a bloody crime!

 

My silly brain is addled

I can’t forget your face.

Or am I just remembering

Another in your place?

 

Life is such a crazy thing,

We live from day to day.

Writing is really what I do

For me to have my say!

 

Now I wrestle with my words.

I’ll make that poem work!

If I don’t then I’ll just say:

It’s just a silly quirk!

The Cabal

This one’s for Dan at nofacilities.com.  I have used it before but given our recent discussions I thought it appropriate to offer this:

The dishwasher whispered

To the toaster one day

There’s crumbs in my workings

In an irritating way!

 

The toaster responded

With a mouth full of bread

The faults not my own

It’s the humans I said!

 

The kettle then screamed

My ass it’s a glow!

Stop bickering this minute

My lid’s gonna blow!

 

The oven just smiled

A long gentle burn

He knew what was coming

He’d just wait his turn.

 

Then a cold laden breeze

Filled the room with despair

With the fridge door ajar

They knew who was there.

 

“Breakfast is ready”

Came the bone chilling call

And the hoards then descended

On the appliances cabal.

Distraction

Life is a distraction,

A leaf flutters by!

There’s so much to do,

Look, birds in the sky!

 

But work must be done.

A flower’s in bloom!

To put food on the table

We need to consume.

 

Life is for living

And support is required

To allow us to live

Before we’re expired.

 

Perhaps we are wrong

About so many things

We really could wait

To see what life brings.

 

Life is a distraction

That could bring us joy

It can also bring peace

We then could employ

 

 

 

WHO?

 

Who would I be

If I couldn’t be me?

If the she

That’s not me

Would perhaps be a he

Then the me

That you’d see

Wouldn’t be me.

 

I think that the me

this moment you see

is probably a she

cuz a he

That is me

Would probably flee

Now please disagree

if too silly you see.

 

 

So now I’m  a me

That maybe I’d be

If I’m not the me

that I used to be

when looking you’d see

Where would I be

If I couldn’t be me?

Perhaps by the sea.

 

I’d want to be free

And yes by the sea

Beneath a wide tree

with a glass of ice tea

I think that the me

That still is a she

Has feelings of glee

Don’t you agree?

 

What would you do

If you couldn’t be you?

 

 

A Political Statement

 

 

A political statement

Needs to be heard,

By people who matter

Not lines that are blurred.

 

Trust is an issue

And what’s good for us all,

Not perks for a few

And the rest to the wall.

 

I want to feel safe

And valued as one,

Not facing the barrel

Of an anger fuelled gun.

 

Why is the question

So hard to discern ?

Speak from the heart

With a voice of concern!

 

Lives are what matter

We all are as one,

That is the day when

We will have won.

 

You are important

And I am as well,

That’s the first step

The hate we must quell.

 

This fight must be forward

Our world is being slammed.

No arguments between us

Politics be damned!

A Cutting Death

 

He hides in the crowd

Afraid for his life

He curls up in panic

He knows there’s a knife.

 

He’s yanked to the fore

With nary thought

The cutting is quick

For those that are caught

 

The action is swift

Their life force is done

No more to shine

His days in the sun.

 

Death sweeps away

The thoughts and the cares

All that remains

Are  discarded hairs.

 

I’ll take just a trim

Off my shaky old head

So toss them aside

Those cut hairs are dead!