A poem from my archives for this moment in time…

Not Owning

You eat and breathe such hatred
That I can only ask
Where have you put forgiveness?
That thing from which you fast
No creature in the cosmos
Deserves to live in fear
But that is what you peddle
So let’s make that quite clear
You justify your cruelty
By saying it’s defense
But you create a sorrow
Because you won’t relent
Now god has given freedom
In everything we do
And we must own our actions
That means both me and you
For life can be so fleeting
And the earth we cannot own
So at least while we are living
Let’s make it a happy home

PTT 16July14

The ever movement of time…

LUNAR TIDE

THE WATER EBBS

AWAY FROM SHORE

THIS LUNAR CYCLE

IT CAN’T IGNORE

FOR IT MUST FOLLOW

WHERE TIDES COMMAND

AS IT DOTH RACE

AWAY FROM LAND

IT LEAVES THE SHORE

SO STARK AND BARE

TO THINK THAT ONCE

THE SEA WAS THERE

NOW ALL THATS LEFT

IS RIPPLED SAND

WHERE ONCE HAD BEEN

AN OCEAN GRAND

FOR NOW THE WIND

HAS TOOK ITS PLACE

AS THROUGH DUNES

IT DOES PACE

UNTIL AT LAST

THE TIDE DECIDES

IT CAN ONCE MORE

ITSELF RESIDE

UPON THIS SANDY SHORE

A little humour

Play Piano
I’d love to play piano
to stroke and touch those keys
but the music I would make
would bring you to your knees
for I’ve never had a lesson
or tried to play a tune
so it’s best I leave the lid down
and have a little croon
for my singing is quite pleasant
I think that you will find
or maybe those who listened
were being very kind
perhaps I’ll find some paper
and press it to my comb
then march around the kitchen
whose walls improve its tone
what’s that I hear you shouting
to put my comb away
as you’ve heard enough of music
to last all the day
well I’ll go into the garden
to imitate a bird
for I’ve got the best of whistles
that you have ever heard
but the birds have all departed
and left me on my own
as I’m called inside for dinner
to stop me tapping on this stone.
PTT 16/04/2015

Thoughts to Ponder – I’ve never heard a clock tick backwards – When people go on holiday most of the baggage they carry is in their heads and not in their suitcases PTT

Music on You Tube –  Matt Monro – Yesterday when I was young

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