THIS BEAUTIFUL ROUND.Who is to argue of this Earth’s affair
This majestic orb, which orbits the Sun
Humanity does graze to a timed share
From when an inhabit was first begun
Who would argue over land never owned
Or any flower which smiles to the Sun
We exist for a pleasuring and loaned
This life’s experience, energy’s run
What is a rock, or a mountainous range
Can we take it with us when we expire
Is this Earth contracted, for our arrange
It outlives us all, this gracious entire
What is sad war, when no battle is won
This beautiful round is tied to the Sun
FREE TO LOVEA candle in flickered glow casts a light
In air’s fancy shadows play on the wall
It animates high in a dancing flight
The freedom of air to rise and to fall
That which is bound by any restriction
Is a sad affair, barred heights of pleasure
The tie of bonds is heat caused by friction
Bonds of duty which give no sweet leisure
Love has to have room, so let none ignore
The candle that dances its shadow’s glow
Is in pleasure’s flight and shines all the more
It follows at will and goes with the flow
Love in its lighting is a danced affair
A candle’s flame in the freedom of air
A SUN’S RETIRE.How might the eye, to a beauty’s select
See an evening’s fall without a sigh
This magic setting, this vibrant connect
Where Sun is to exit the reddened sky
The dusking purple colours to a mauve
Ablaze to the night as the sun dissolves
Then red to a deep blue and black to clothe
And darkness awaits the dawn to evolve
In a wait of slow to determined hours
The Sun is brightening a southern light
To turn full circle and dawning showers
To lift the curtain from a darkest night
Sun’s decline is a wait for its return
And sweet the day for its glorious burn
THE HEART OF A CLOWN.What is love but a poor heart’s masquerade
Foolish is he who wears a comfort’s mask
He who qualifies for the joker’s trade
Yet disqualified from sweet true love’s task
Behind the mask is fear, a distraction
To share his heart, tender love’s nicety
But he plays full to clown’s satisfaction
That none see the sad authenticity
Love qualifies for where the heart roves
The heart is full, of exposure expressed
Serious intention wears jester’s clothes
All precious is he when love has him dressed
You lovers who clown with love, have advice
When you laugh then have it naughty but nice
IN MEMORYSad memories, red poppies in love’s field
That hears hard whispers from a past’s living
And back to a time when poor dying stilled
When echoes of pain quartered no giving
Yet in sweet gladness is my poppy’s nest
To rest beneath, there lies sanctuary
And with our dear God are they ever blessed
Alive to our minds in sweet memory
In darkness yet under clear skies above
The soft sounds of life each lived to a past
The time lived in joy and to endless love
Take with them the memories, to a last
Sad is thought’s feeding, avidly tasted
Red poppy’s love, for the brave so wasted
THE PARK BENCH.Is it that age loses its vibrancy
That it goes unnoticed, a paling grey
Lost is the old, who has seniority
An elderly, who has outlived his stay
Now in an empty station sits the bench
A cold comfort in its green peeling faint
And the quiet rain in soft water’s drench
Erases the old man’s memory’s paint
Now is the park to a dark and gentle
Even the birds, now unfed, move away
Those who pass by are not sentimental
To the loss, the old man’s regular stay
Generosity is theirs, to heart’s wrench
In awareness of the empty park bench
SHARED LOVEEgo is confidence, hard self-belief
An inner image of pleasured success
But self-love is a mountain’s living brief
Which holds to the self and offering less
It fills a heart with future’s ambition
No warmth heats any heart that stands alone
Shared love’s a joy of Heaven’s admission
Self-centered state is the heart on its own
A cold mountain none ever hope to climb
Which tips a nod to harsh airing and cloud
The sad rock will crumble to dust in time
But two hearts are an endless time allowed
Know that one heart has a coldness beating
While a love’s joy has two hearts in heating
THIS DARLING EARTH.What favour does this darling earth display
That comforts, so it tames the warring heart
See the Lion and the Lamb in soft lay
A gentling worth, this draw’s endearing art
Precious, the white Rose is lofted to high
Yet the weed surrenders itself below
And upward, it casts a gladdening eye
To share the same soil and sweeter they grow
How beauteous, this wondrous seeding
Should all look to nature’s tender styling
What in dear heaven has more exceeding
This heaven’s earth, this precious beguiling
Who are we, that we prime such vanity
To lose such a love, poor humanity
