Saturday, December 29, 2012

The sea and shore

The sea woke to more than before
for sleep her only succour
in all the days of her life
entrapped within the harbour
waiting for ships to set sail.

Slowly, slowly, one by one
they sailed off in their own directions
to leave the sea free at last
to explore with a sense of adventure
new and untested shores.

Sea looks to horizons of gold
maybe soon to make themselves known
and charters a course within a dream
to make of her life a settled state.

But the sea being sea doesn’t believe
in embracing the new and untried
for deep in her psyche the knowledge of years
always leads to that one and only.

Perhaps one day she’ll touch on that shore
sweet and gently like love does
or maybe she’ll thrash in anger
and land on the shore like a woman ignored.

But the sea like me grown weary with age
simply waits for the call of time
to prepare her own personal sails
for that journey of a lifetime.

Will the sea stay, will the sea go?
No one can know what time will bring
as we enter the year two thousand thirteen! 

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The correction stick

Now that gypsy lady sits upon
the rock of her Gibraltar
and from her vantage point can see
the pompous and inflated,
the calm and sweet serene,
and how the harsh aggressive
bend the best of them.

No more she vows again to be
one of those upon their knees
and so she turns her eyes upon
her very own and unique
manner of being.

Not perfect for no one can be
when blessed with only half a brain
but she knows the right and wrong of thought
and wields her correction stick.

Not always with desired results
for such is life to sway intent
and so she works upon her strength
at holding and directing
her oft used correction stick.

If you look today you’ll see her there
not ashamed to stand up straight
and practice, practice, day and night
until she knows with all her might
to throw that damn correction stick
into the sea of neglect.

Neglected, yes, but will still be
a tool to use when blown off course
from how she knows to think, love, be,
but, oh, the wind blows constantly
in this land of human beings!

Sunday, December 16, 2012


Not right and yet it is so
evil lives to rule the world
and creeps around the corners, bends,
of the pure and innocent.

Unaware they welcome it
and lay a bed for it to grow
until of age it sallies forth
and makes its presence known.

How can it be and yet ‘tis so
for every thought against the one
without compassion, honour, love,
feeds evil’s so large appetite.

I’m guilty for I can’t abide
the grin of evil in a smile
meant to deceive and pacify
the pure and innocent.

But in the fullness of all time
I’ll know the pain from evil’s strike
was meant to modify my mind
from judgment to acceptance mode.

Until that time, until, until,
may love too sally forth
and make its presence known!