.
Swing high, swing low
This is how the seasons go
See-sawing up and down
Like a carousel round and round
.
Here today and gone tomorrow
Happy sun and clouds of sorrow
How the weather shapes our mood
How our mood can be subdued
.
Light and playful breezes blow
Barely touch the water’s flow
These soft winds become a gale
On the rocks the ships impale
.
Fickle weather fickle mood
Do not seem to augur good
We should always be prepared
To stand against the one who dared
.
Do evil deeds and sinful feats
And brings the world to disrepute
And spreads his malevolence
On those around him every one
.
©DGA 16 November 2011 17:22
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16/11/2011 at 8:40 pm
Nice one Denise
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16/11/2011 at 9:15 pm
Thank you, Pat. 🙂
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16/11/2011 at 9:10 pm
In a way this reflects Nancy’s last blog, Denise. Good and bad patches succeed one another. I felt any picture , to be beautiful, must have contrast – light and dark, and so it is with life.
John
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16/11/2011 at 9:16 pm
Well, one thing I do know is that one really appreciates the good after experiencing the bad, John!
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16/11/2011 at 10:19 pm
Interesting poem, Denise. It starts our playful and ends on a rather ominous note. A discordant chord.
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17/11/2011 at 6:20 am
I saw that too, Nancy. I don’t know why…
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17/11/2011 at 4:21 am
I am with you Denise. I wish the winds of unrest among people builds up into a gale to dash the evil-doers along with their team… without trace.
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17/11/2011 at 6:23 am
Wouldn’t that be nice, Sunamu… I really wish all the people would unite and pray for a solution to the world’s problems – even just for a couple of minutes a day. I have a strong feeling we need it.
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17/11/2011 at 5:06 am
I agree with the comments above, the end is full of foreboding … good poem, adee.
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17/11/2011 at 6:24 am
Thanks, Cin. I have a feeling of foreboding and that we must be on our guard against evil…
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17/11/2011 at 4:11 pm
nice…seasons come and go…hard times never last…and you can always expect them when things are good…life rides the waves…
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17/11/2011 at 5:38 pm
That’s such a nice way of looking at it, Brian. Thank you.
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17/11/2011 at 6:18 pm
A fine write, Adee, and ominous words indeed. I think the winds are the winds of change – which doesn’t necessarily make it easier to bear with them… Sometimes we just have to ride the storm as best we can.
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17/11/2011 at 11:36 pm
I really do like your way of looking at it, Ruth… the winds of change – yes, I think so too!
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17/11/2011 at 6:42 pm
I think it is very well written. With every light there is dark, most times than not light will prevail.
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17/11/2011 at 11:38 pm
It does, Crystal. I really hope it does this time too. Thanks for the visit and comment.
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17/11/2011 at 7:11 pm
There is most definitely an ebb and flow to life. Thankfully what we learn in the good times helps us through the bad times.
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17/11/2011 at 11:39 pm
I love your positive way of looking at things, BV!
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17/11/2011 at 8:01 pm
One wonderful thing about the carousel ride: the circle has no end.
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17/11/2011 at 11:41 pm
Hahaha, no wonder I’m so dizzy, Carl! Seriously though, this ‘flu has knocked me for a loop.
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17/11/2011 at 9:30 pm
Seasons change, like the wind, like us
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17/11/2011 at 11:42 pm
Oh, yes they do, Maxi, and I love it!
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