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". . . putting it in writing" Nehemiah 10:1
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I have always enjoyed making up simple bits of poetry for amusement, but in more recent years I find I get odd bursts of inspiration when words come into my head. I put them down as they are, sometimes making no sense of them - but usually feel I should not change them. Surprisingly, it sometimes happens that someone else reads them and finds them very meaningful!
I hope you will like some of the following...
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Here are two which may or may not have some meaning for you!
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 Ever Changing
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Sun through the trees - kaleidoscope on the ground
Patterns ever changing all around
Fluffy clouds drifting - swirling on high
Shapes ever changing in the sky
Tall trees and grasses before the wind bending
Shades of green ever changing - never ending
Cotton-fringed waves hurrying onto the shore
Each one different from the one before
Birds singing - flowers blooming - waters flowing
All beauty ever changing - ever growing
You loving me - me loving you
Loving and togetherness - ever changing - ever new
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The moment we leave the womb and enter this world
we are dying
With each moment that passes
we are nearer to death
than we were a moment before
Everything we construct is an eventual destruction
every meeting is an eventual parting
anything we start is only the beginning of an end
Only God’s Love
and what we create in that Love
is eternal
Such Love can never end
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The following little verse is simple enough though - when leaves often take on a shiny leather appearance, before changing to autumn colours.
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The Light’s On The Leaves
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The light’s on the leaves now
as summer moves on
The light’s on the leaves now
but soon will be gone
As winter approaches
and autumn’s around
The leaves will be falling
and scatter the ground
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Who Am I?
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Who am I
What am I
Where am I
if I cannot love
if I feel no pain
Then I am dead to life
I am no one
Thank God that I am me
that I give love
that I feel pain
Here is a fun one that came to me when a magpie was making daily visits to my patio and jestering around as if he owned it!
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Mr Magpie
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Mr Magpie - do you think you’re king
As from you all other birds flee?
You may have got them truly fooled -
But you never have fooled me!
Mr Magpie - do you think you’re king
Swaggering there on the ground?
You may be wearing a black and white suit -
But you don’t have a crown!
Mr Magpie - do you think you’re king
As you steal gems of silver and red?
Maybe you think you will make a crown -
But only pride adorns your head!
Mr Magpie - do you think you’re king?
Then at royal court you should be it’s true
In a three-corned hat with a bell on each one -
Just right for a jester like you!
I seem to be prompted most often by things in nature, though not always as cheerful as ‘Mr Magpie’!
Last year, during a few days in hospital, all I could see from the window was the top of a large tree. It brought these thought-provoking words to my mind.
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The Winter Tree
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The gnarled old fingers of the winter tree
Seem to probe the grey-woven canopy above
As if seeking the new life
They know awaits somewhere
Unaware that beneath them
Their roots too are probing
Deep into the cold grey earth
Seeking the new life already waiting
How often we too seek the things
We think are out of reach
Unaware that they are already deep within us
Or just at our feet
And here are two more, before this particular summer ends!
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Clouds
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Flurry scurry clouds,
Why do you hurry so?
Bumping, jumping, racing, chasing,
O’er the sky you go.
Rumbling tumbling clouds,
O what can be your fears?
Some of you are growing grey,
And even shedding tears.
Whirling twirling clouds,
Why do you run away?
There’s naught but the wind behind you,
Whistling - "I want to play!"
Puffy fluffy clouds,
Drifting, slowing down;
Whipped cream and snowflake castles,
And tufts of eiderdown.
Kinky pinky clouds,
At rest in the western sky;
Then sinking into the sunset,
As night draws slowly nigh.
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Summer This Time
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This summer seems like those of my childhood
When the days were so much longer and warmer
When the air was filled with so many perfumes
mingling to fill my head with ecstasy
When the trees were a greener canopy
in whose shade I wandered below
When the grasses were much taller
around me where I lay
Hearing only the sound of a hovering bumble-bee
and a lark rising in the ever blue sky
Summers have not captured me with such magic
since these far-off years
until summer this time
But is it just this summer
that makes me feel as I do
Or is it the summer and you this time
or just you
 I compiled a 22-page booklet of some of my writings, which is titled ‘TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!’, to raise funds for charity and now, several years later, I’m still having to produce more copies!
I dedicated the booklet to my lovely cat, Benjie, who died six months later - but here is a pic of him.
If you have enjoyed this page and think I should put in a different poem (or two) each month - or if you want details of how to obtain a copy of ‘Take It or Leave It!’ - pop a comment into my Guest Book on the Home page. If you have more to say, use the E-Mail link.
Thank you for reading this far, but if sometimes things seem hard - remember, so are diamonds!
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