Circle of Life

Circle of Life

As the colours start to fade
And the sunlight turns to shade
So the dark begins to creep
And earth’s creatures go to sleep.

But there are some creatures of the night
Who are uneasy in the light
And use the darkness as a cloak
To hide their deeds and evil work.

As time ticks onward in its stride
And earth turns back towards the light,
The sleeping ones unfurl and rise
To meet the new sun in the sky.

Life is a circle, a never-ending ring
Of orbits around the sun,
Of days and nights, of seasons:
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring.

All performing under the baton
Of He who orchestrates the plan,
The Creator, Coordinator,
Lord and Master of the universe.

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Forest Fires

Forest Fires

A single act of carelessness
Is all it takes to set in motion
Such catastrophic consequences,
Endangering many humans,
Plants, animals, homes and livelihoods.

At certain times of the year
Vegetation is tinder dry,
Highly flammable,
Combustible and susceptible
To outbreaks of fire.

It is criminal, unlawful,
Immoral and outrageous
To fail to take precautions
To safeguard against these
Dangerous conditions.

The smallest spark could be the cause
Of a gigantic conflagration,
Escalating rapidly into an inferno
Taking the lives of innocent people
Animals and plants.

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Now is the Time

Now is the Time

Now is the time for man to make a stand
To halt the destruction he has caused
In the past.
Top of the pops in the ratings
Of earth’s inhabitants, brain-wise,
Supposedly,
Man has been irresponsible,
Immature and negligent,
Causing untold damage to our planet.
His greed has overcome his morals
And ethics,
If, indeed, he had any to start.
He has been the destroyer for too long,
Trashing, over time,
Ecosystems, microcosms,
Undiscovered flora and fauna
Which may have held the key to cures
Of some dread diseases.
If he wishes to survive the consequences
Of his rash behaviour
He must now, immediately,
Admit his failure to fulfil his role as leader
And change his ways to save us all.
Man, the destroyer, must now become
Man, the protector, conserver, overseer and guardian
Of our planet’s health.
This is the only way our species can survive
Into the future and beyond.

See also Musings on Death and Destruction: link

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Has Winter Gone?

Has Winter Gone?

The air is warmer than it was before.
Has winter gone?

The feeling is back in my fingers and toes.
Has winter gone?

My nose no longer drips from the cold.
Has winter gone?

The sun shines longer than it used.
Has winter gone?

The ice has vanished from the breeze.
Has winter gone?

I’m sorry to disappoint you all,
But winter still has more in store.
As much as we wish summer were here,
There is at least another good while
Of winter’s cold to bear this year.

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Dragons and Monsters

Dragons and Monsters

Flickering flames, tongues of fire,
Greedily licking ever higher
Consuming everything in their path
To the sound of breaking glass.

Dragons on the road to war,
Marching onward ever more,
Gaining strength with all they eat,
Crumbling ruins left behind.

The silhouettes of puny men
Can be seen now and again
Overcome by choking smoke
Trying to hunt the dragons down.

The battle seems unfairly fought,
The fire appears too great a force
Until a vast man-made machine
Drowns the lot in its foul spume.

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Clouds

Clouds

I’m floating in the clouds
And sliding down a moonbeam,
Or sitting on a star,
Fishing my life away.

A penny for my thoughts?
Thoughts translate to action –
Where is the satisfaction
Dreaming my life away?

Clouds of fluff like cotton wool,
Clouds of silken thread,
Gloomy clouds, dark and sinister,
Are gathered in my head.

My head is in the clouds
Or clouds are in my head?
Is it downside up or outside in?
Pondering my life away.

Photo: Author

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Sucker Punched

Sucker Punched

I have no poetry left in me,
Only snot and phlegm.
I’ve been aware for quite some time
That my immune system is very strong.
It has been more than twenty years
Since I have had a cold or cough,
So when I awoke on Wednesday night
With a sore, raw throat
Which progressed to all the other
Ghastly symptoms of a virus,
You could say I was surprised
To say the least.

A couple of days in bed…
Of course my pup took full advantage of the situation:

Photo’s: Author

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Panic

Panic

My mouth was dry, I could not speak
I shook all over like a leaf
Hands a-shake and legs like jelly
I walked with knees that were quite wobbly.

Quavering like a geriatric
(I know I’m old, but I’m not there yet),
I raised the phone to call for help,
And help arrived, I’m pleased to say,
Within the shortest time that day.

They had a look around the house,
Took statements in their little books
Then climbed back slowly in their van
And drove away with sombre looks.

Months went by without a word
And I thought that we’d hear no more
Until one evening they came back
With the culprit, cuffed secure!

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The Bodyguard

The Bodyguard

I opened my eyes, listening intently.
What had I heard? Why did I wake?
I let out my breath, softly, slowly.
Silence reigned.

Snuggling back under the sheets,
I closed my eyes, and the shroud of sleep
Slipped over my head as I drifted away
In my dreams.

The birds were stirring in the trees,
A touch of orange streaked the sky,
The faintest rustling of the leaves,
Daylight breaking.

I lay awhile and savoured the dawn,
Relished the crispness of the breeze.
My dog lay curled against my back,
Sleeping soundly.

I swung my feet down to the floor,
Fastened my robe against the chill,
And there, protruding from under the bed,
Was an adder – dead.

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The Lost Ones

The Lost Ones

Runaway children roam the streets,
Ravenous, illiterate, homeless,
Scrounging to stay alive
Like stray animals,
Until they discover
Meths and tik give the illusion of relief.

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The forgotten ones –
Where do they belong?
Where are they from?
Ignored by their families,
The sweepings of humanity,
The dregs of society –
No-where’s children.

Where is the help,
Where is the hope?
Abandoned with impunity,
Probably abused,
Somebody’s babies.
But for a twist of fate
It could be you, it could be me.

Photo: http://theonlinecitizen.com/2009/08/the-child-beggars-of-india/

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Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not,
for of such is the kingdom of heaven. Holy Bible