you’re stunned – as Adam must have been –
with the miracle of birth;
They come as miniature perfection –
who reads the small-print warning clause?
‘These goods come without a life-time guarantee…’
But you don’t pause to dream their own world for them –
except to count, in wonder, fingers, toes;
they come as answer to your whole life up to now;
right now, they laugh and cry as Love itself;
poems as babies in the heart and mind.
mis-timed, Famous Last W…but as Lazarus said, there’s alwaysthe replay factor.. though not many of usget to check back on our timingor so we might think but then who knowsbut the audience, they haveto live with it: a farmer friendsaw to the cattle, came back in,had his supper, suddenly said to herI’ve got to go…
eating away at the gateposthave braved it up the path tothe doorstep wherethe four a.m. milkman depositsthe milk and bottled juice; it must have beenan exciting discovery, the bottles all dewy, cool,in the early mist of dawn anda promising ring of sweet liquidjust below the aluminium caps of someso as I pick up the bottles,…
in this dark season of the yearwhich needs no festive name, to name the need…this dark season, when hearts yearnfor all that’s bright, and warm, and love..what can I give you, at this time?I give you – music… music, heardoutside the heart’s dark winter doorto say, that all’s not lost; all’s never lost;there’s music still…
which abolished traffic lights…what happened? Self-preservation,care, and courtesy have won the day..while the soccer news this weekend wasthat everybody blames the referee..who’s after all, just the traffic-lights to this game..suppose we tried the same daring system on the soccer field..any player who makes a bad tackleor an inadvertent trip (deliberate oneswould disappear as a mark…
indolequinone, and dihydroxyindole carboxylic acid,which are in all of us, affectingskin and hair color and evenpresent in the eye and its colorand the brain too; the wordcomes from the Greek for ‘black’It is believed that all of us whose ancestorslived near the Equator, andthat could be all of us yeahoriginally had black skins,inherited suntan if…
under the green hills of Avalon;this we believe; this comforts us.We’ll call them when we need them..unless, the sharp cold dark night-mists of timemake men forget to spell their children’s minds.And not only knights, they say,but all his court, to rise at time of need;poets, singers, clowns and wise men too;all sleep the sweet sleep…
