.

A little more meat and mustard

And go easy with the custard

All these years of living lean

Have helped me to appreciate

That I must not inflate

.

©DGA 28 January 2012 07:08

The calm of the jungle at dusk,

The soft sounds of creatures

Returning from the waterhole, spent:

Crackling branches, bodies brushing

Against dry bushes as they went.

.

Silence descended slowly as night fell.

We sat relaxed around the fire,

At ease in the surrounding peace,

Sipping our after-dinner drinks

And dreaming of the morrow.

.

ROAR!

RROOAARR!  The second, a demanding bellow

Then a series of grunts to follow:

GRUNT, GRUNT, grunt, grunt, g r u n t…

Fading slowly until dead…

Silence dropped heavily back in the hollow

And we all retreated to bed.

.

©DGA 24 January 2012 09:33

As the rosebud slowly opens

In the warm rays of the sun

She proudly displays

To the admiring gaze

Of everyone looking on

.

But the kindly sun who gave her life

Is the self-same sun to cause her death

And her rich colour wanes

While he sucks dry her veins

Until she exhales her last breath

.

©DGA 23 January 2012 07:06

A Mute Swan spreads its wings

.

Standing on the edge of the world

i look out into the void

one move from me

and i’ll be history

so

i unfurl my wings

and gently

glide

back

to

s….

….a

f….

….e

t….

….y

.

Image: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wing

©DGA 22 January 2012 07:14

In the black velvet night

Stars look ultra bright

No moon in the sky

Just you and I

Stand

Hand-in-hand

Under the canopy of light

Facing t’wards the east

Waiting

For the first rays of the sun

A new day has begun

A new world still to come

.

Must have been a ‘bug’ – Sorry!

©DGA 21 January 2012 03:35

My head says one thing,

But I can’t make up my mind.

My brain tells me, ‘No’,

But my mind cannot decide.

.

There is no unity between the three,

They all seem doomed to disagree.

‘Mind over matter’, or so the saying goes,

So, what’s the matter with my mind?

.

‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is another,

So tell me, my brother,

Is it possible to leave my mind behind

And thus be out of my mind?

.

I can lose my mind or lose my head

But if I lost my brain, I would be dead.

.

©DGA 20 January 2012 09:34

 I feel a clear fresh wind

Blowing through my brain

Sweeping out the cobwebs

So I can live again

.

I feel a clear fresh wind

Dusting out my mind

Vacuuming up bad mem’ries

And leaving good behind

.

©DGA 19 January 2012 05:35

Silence is broken

Torn open

By the hoot

Of a solitary owl

And the quarter moon

Exposed

Unclothed

Slides

Tries to hide

Behind a cloud

In the sky

.

©DGA 18 January 2012 06:13

Sea Shore

.

As I pass along the sea shore of life

And navigate barriers along my path

The soles of my feet are battered and bruised

By rocks and pebbles randomly strewn

.

But when I reach the soft silken sand

Where waves lap gently and sun shines softly

My body is healed in the light of His love

And my soul is again made whole

.

Images: http://granny1947.wordpress.com/2012/01/14/granny-and-the-ranger/

and http://granny1947.wordpress.com/2011/12/12/grannys-monday-this-and-that/

©DGA 17 January 2012 00:42

Back in the room we were before

Where the sun remained outside the door

Eight or nine old souls are there

Each ensconced in his own chair

.

Eyes cast down towards the ground

Silence reigns. The only sound

The clickety clack that needles make

Soft and rhythmic, quite hypnotic

.

In, round, through, off

In, round, through, off

Her neighbour busy too folding a tissue fanned

And ironing it smooth with the other hand

.

It’s quite easy to understand

The comfort gleaned from busy hands

Years of repetition ingrained

Rituals of the past retained

.

With the rest of the people it’s hard to tell

Just which of them are alive and well

There’s only one who meets your eyes

Before they slide away surprised

.

‘Cos no one cares if they’re alive or dead

Or fast asleep, though not in bed

.

©DGA 15 January 2012 08:39