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The Waiting Room


The Waiting Room

Tick tock, tick tock
Said the clock
On the wall.

Tick tock, tick tock.
The wait was
Interminably,
Intolerably
Long.

Tick tock, tick tock.
The seat was
Terribly,
Unbearably
Hard.

Tick tock, tick tock.
Waiting with
Anticipation,
Trepidation
To hear her name.

©DGA


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Musings on Death and Destruction

Musings on Death and Destruction

We have progressed (regressed?)
from the guns and tanks of World War II
to Agent Orange,
Contact Poisons
and all manner of sophisticated weaponry
aimed at the destruction of ‘our enemies’.

And, in addition to all this,
we are doing really excellent
work in another direction –
we are killing our planet so that
it will become uninhabitable.
We are killing the birds of the air,
the fish of the sea and the
animals of the earth.
Are these ‘our enemies’?

Not too far in the future
we will have too little water;
therefore we will have
no plants or animals for food
and, lastly, we will have no air to breathe!

Talk about technologically advanced!
Talk about First World nations!
We should be ashamed of ourselves!
Do we not realise that all these
Conditions began in an insidious way
and are escalating as time passes?
Are we so blind, so over-confident,
Or are we so self-centred that
future generations mean nothing?

And all the while we continue
merrily along with our silly little lives.

Photo: MSN.com
©DGA


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The Fisherman

The Fisherman

Every day, no matter the weather,
Wind, sun, cold or rain,
The fisherman would make his way
Down the dunes towards the sea.

If the tide was low, he would fish from the rocks,
Getting his bait from the rock pools first,
Then stand in the spray facing the sea
And cast his line beyond the waves.

When the tide was high, he would lie on the beach,
With his bag stuffed under his head,
And the line hooked round his finger to feel
If a fish had taken the bait.

I saw him catch a fish or three
And carry them, thread on a piece of string,
As he passed me by on his way back home
With a smile on his face and a soft greeting.

Photo: http://www.media.photobucket.com
©DGA


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The Maple Tree


The Maple Tree

The maple tree stands tall and proud against the boundary wall,
Its leaves beginning to turn
From green to the rich red-golds and maroons
Of the late autumn season.

On the ground surrounding the tree lie the fallen leaves,
Rustling in the softest breeze
Joined by others wafting gently down towards the earth
To rest in peace on the dew damp grass.

Soon the tree will be completely bare, exposed to all
The elements of winter – wind, cold and frost.
With no protection whatsoever
It will stand brave, strong and true until the spring.

Photo’s: Author
©DGA


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The Choice

The Choice

She sat at a table in the corner café
Sipping her latté, a thousand miles away.
She had to make a choice – the hardest in her life –
To live alone in peace or continue with the farce.

Who would have thought it would end like this?
Twenty years together, with never a trace
Of duplicity or treachery, deceit or betrayal,
Their future was assured and their marriage could not fail.

Who would have thought it would fall apart?
Nothing is certain in matters of the heart.
The thrill of young love gives a new lease in life
And this, with all the flattery, is hard to resist.

She must be brave and make a new start.
She must be strong and protect her heart.
She has to accept she is on her own;
She has no choice but to continue alone.

Photo: http://media.photobucket.com/image/cafe/zippyduda/a78565a6.jpg?o=63

©DGA


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The Runner

The Runner

Ka-doem, ka-doem, ka-doem.
His heartbeat was loud in his ears.
It distracted his mind from his fears.
His rhythm was all that remained
‘Twixt him and the pain in his brain.

Ka-doem, ka-doem, ka-doem.
He was deaf to the cheers of the crowd.
The beat was all that he heard.
The sweat dripped down in his eyes
Yet he still remained in a trance.

Ka-doem, ka-doem, ka-doem.
The strength of the beat in his ears
Was music that drowned all his cares.
No thought interfered with his goal:
To finish victorious and whole.

Photo’s: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/5069164.stm
©DGA


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A Desert Landscape / Hope

A Desert Landscape / Hope

Heat shimmers above the orange sand –
The landscape sculpted by the Creator’s hand.
Wind-blown swirls of light and shade,
Wind-worn rocks of wondrous shape.

Hills and valleys, dry as dust,
A river course where water must
Have once given life to the arid earth
Before the years of drought brought death.

A lizard darts quick as a blink
Into the shade of a piece of stone.
Proof that there is some life after all
And the struggle for survival can be won.

Photo: Freenaturepictures.com
©DGA


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Water

Water

Water … cool, clean and clear,
The lifeblood of all.
Or dirty, murky, muddy, cloudy,
Leading to mortality, fatality.

Why is it then that it’s allowed
To be contaminated, tainted,
Infected, polluted,
Causing death and disease?

Is it ignorance, negligence,
Carelessness or rashness?
Is it sloppiness, heedlessness,
Inattention, imprecision or plain disregard?
©DGA

Photo: http://www.hickerphoto.com
Takakkaw Falls

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Properties_of_water
Water is essential for life on Earth.[3] Water usually makes up 55% to 78% of the human body.[4]