a place for little birdies to sit
and have their tea break.
Now with the boom
of digital technology
comes the satellite dish,
which looks like ET landed on the wall,
but then there is the cable.
Men come around and dig a hole
to plant the cable underground.
I still like the old TV Ariel,
unsightly it may be,
but at least the little birdies
had somewhere to stop awhile
and have their tea break.
7 February 2008
and we are not sure the best way to do it.Our confession is not a sinthough there are thosewho believe it may be so.Mine is a habitI acquired a long, long time ago.I have tried many times to break itand each time I have been unsuccessful.That doesn’t mean I am giving upwithout ever trying again.It…
I till the fields to keep my family fed.The soil is not my right,but a gift to me.If I handle it with care,crops every year it rewards me.I am a working manand when my day is done,the warmth of my familyfills the place I call home.Every morning I seethe wonders of the rising sunand as…
That the spotlight would shine on you,if you followed your dream through.However, if that dream should ever stall,I’ll be here, I’ll catch you if you fall.You took those first tender steps,on the treadmill to your satisfaction,walking the narrow line,between celebration and rejection.You posed with the beauty queens,as you climbed towards the top.At several stages, you…
with a lot of people chatting there.On a crowded bus journeywith voices speaking all around,loneliness can strike anywhere. The feeling of being isolatedin whatever that you do.Your hearts feels so empty,the world is full of rainand you wonder if you will ever be happy again.You feel trapped in a little world of your own.Isolation gnaws…
as each plant and bushshows off its jewellery.Yawning mouths openas sleepy eyes awake,arms reach out to heavenas morning stretches partake.The world is waking upfor another dayhoping for a better onethan it was yesterday.18 February 2008
I had stored up in the loftseveral loose pages fell outand landed at my feet.As I lifted them,I saw much to my surprisethat they were half a dozen poemsI had written twenty years agoand forgotten all about.As I quickly flickedthrough the folderit became clear to methat there was about fifty other poemsburied within I had…
