Internationals

August 13, 2018 at 6:22 pm (Poems) (, , )

We are all internationals
and students of time

We are all tiny earthlings:
This earth isn’t ‘mine’

We can all learn the lesson
from teachers of hate –

That their teaching is flawed
by the wars they create

We are all pawns of politics
and victims of words

But we’re big enough and bright enough
to know they’re absurd

We may live on an island
surrounded by sea

But we’re in this together
and do much better as ‘WE’.

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Harbour

August 10, 2018 at 1:51 pm (Poems) (, , , )

As torn driftwood, salt and sunbleached,
battered and storm beached,
Thrown onto broken coasts by waves
colossal and angry: a political itch.

Running from little to nothing,
stumbling strathed by gulls, across damp sand
surveyed by thin-lipped authority,
wrapped in red tape and labelled.

Far away, harbour-bound big ships bob,
Plotting strategic co-ordinates
Stowing no thought for those
vested interests they launch and cast adrift.

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All I do

July 29, 2018 at 8:21 pm (Poems) (, , )

It struck me that it’s not enough
To like and love and share good stuff,
And maybe feel somehow absolved
From any call to be involved
Because I clicked a smiley face
To show I love the human race.

It struck me I should stand up tall
And play a role, for, after all,
I’m blessed in many ways, but know
How strong the wind of blessings blows.
Today, the values I hold true
Will come to bear on all I do.

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Croatia Wakes

July 27, 2018 at 10:29 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Coffee and conversation carve limestone hollows, whetting our minds of clay, till we uproot and rough ride the Istrian hills
On a renewed mission to unlock answers from this paleolithic sleep.

As early ears surface, the turn of a mlin za kavu, and the smallest window stands ajar,
Inside, we lay a table of morning stories
And drink our shared earth from a searching cup.

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Slovenia

July 21, 2018 at 6:41 am (Poems) (, , )

Serve me a Slovenian palette and I will fashion you a smile.
Life flows easy where laughter tips lips and lilts in softest sunlight,
opening doors in slippered feet.

Vernacular rolls like sweet cherries,
Edible sounds mixed and harmonised,
Nurtured in leafy groves,
then gathered in garden baskets filled with flowers, all bright and tender.

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Let me be

July 18, 2018 at 2:42 pm (Poems) (, , )

Let me be the scent of lime flowers in your pretty bowl

Let me be a silver thread spun round your perfect hall

Let me be your rhododendrons, pink in dappled sun

Let me be the drone of bees who carry pollen home

Let me be the gentle chime of bells upon your hill

Let me be, just for a while, be here, be now, be still.

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Summer Rain

July 12, 2018 at 7:36 am (Poems) (, )

Summer rain gambols
nimbly through tree tops,
Dodging snapped twigs
And the detritus of a summer
With moisture at a premium.

Summer rain plays
Tunes on thirsty leaves
Teasing their turned up tongues
With the promise of refreshment
Then running hither-thither.

Summer rain dances
Down summer bark
Rescuing hardy shrubs
And crisp hot grass
catapulting off cobwebs
And wetting our faces
turned upwards, to the sky.

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Lemon Balm

July 6, 2018 at 8:14 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Lightness of touch
Emanating from a demijon
Mapping out the months
Only ready when summer is done
Nectar of lemon filling the kitchen.

Beauty and simplicity
A regular beat as yeast dances
Lively fermentation
Making our tastebuds tickle.

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Ghosts

July 1, 2018 at 9:50 pm (Poems) (, , )

Ghosts swaying

to an inaudible

song, shifting

between worlds

we choose not to speak about.

Listen to them sing.

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Lynn

June 29, 2018 at 11:42 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

So sad to learn, today,
A friend has passed away
Her generosity
was limitless and free.

So much was in the sandwich
She bought to class one day
A present for this teacher,
Who loved her quirky way.

So sad to find her absent
When she was always here
Exuding bubbly humour
Which got us through that year.

So many fates were twisting
Our children grew and changed
Relationships departed
But our friendship remained.

So long, my favourite student
You’ve graduated now
The Alumni of the heavens
Will welcome you – and how!

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