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Summer Holidays

School’s out!  At last the holidays
But what is there to do?
So many hours to entertain
Amusement to imbue

To keep the children occupied
To save the words we fear
“I’m bored – there’s nothing good to do”
Those words heard year on year.

So fix a picnic, step on out
Into the countryside
Or park, the beach or open space
For more to do besides

Or kick a ball, or flop, relax
Just chill, or play, have fun
Perhaps go camping underneath
The stars – enjoy the sun!

Or maybe do some art and crafts
Museums – they’re often free
Or swimming, biking, taking in
A film that’s on TV

Or play a game – a board one! Yes?
To generate a smile
To keep the “I’m bored blues away”
At bay for a short while

School’s out.  At last the holidays
But what is there to do?
So many hours to entertain
Amusement to imbue

English: The beach at Old Hunstanton The beach...

English: The beach at Old Hunstanton The beach is empty even though it is mid-afternoon in July – but the school holidays haven’t started yet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Big Bellies; Floppy Boobs!

Big bellies; floppy boobs
The need to thin on down
But is that what it’s all about
To have the stick-thin crown?

Is it all about the image?
Or more so for self-care
To disregard what the mirror says
Instead for how we fare

Accepting that some squidyness
Along with cushioned tums
Is part of life and much better
Than living on mere crumbs!

Whilst focussing on health not fat
On fitness; feeling great
On cherishing what’s underneath
Hearts, minds and other states

Not centring on measurements
Or even size zero
But more intent on how we feel
For hale and hearty hero

So big bellies; floppy boobs
Take courage; ditch the scales
Don’t care what mirror or world says
But more your health details!

Dog Walk

Dog taking girl for a walk
The stimuli; the smells; the clues
Walking, walking,
Pulling, pulling
Dragging, dragging
Girl in dog’s wake

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Fading Memories

There is a door
Enticing; alluring
That draws me closer
Bids me to enter
Beckons me to go through
And yet the key escapes me
It evades my touch
Hanging out of reach
On a silver thread above the door
Woven like the silk of a spider’s web
Dangling in the shadows ahead
Occasionally catching the odd ray of sun
That beams in a single dart

So many times have I unlocked that door
So many times have I entered
And walked in the garden the other side
The garden of memories
Pictures of the past
Sentiments, emotions, recollections
Where the feet of yesterday
Are the footholds of today
A landscape of verdant pastures
Beautiful flowers in full bloom
The scents and perfumes alive
And the sounds, the sights, the sensations
Drawing the images of life now spent

But now the key to the past vanishes
Slowly evaporating in the folds of age
Greying into obscurity
Dissipating into the ether
So that only sometimes can I take hold of her
And walk through the door and reminisce
Yet soon I will never go through again
And then what will I have?
Memories gone forever
Lost behind the door
The key lost in the web of life
A dark corridor in which to wander
Without the glories of the garden beyond

Fading Memories

Dreams

Dreams past reality
Yonder the given
Deeper than slumber
Outside yet within
Further; farther; untouchable
And yet almost tangible in their existence

Dreams past reality
Unconsious existence
Being unfathomable
Surreal and bizarre
Images, emotions, sensations
And yet accommodating desire’s ether

Dreams past reality
Beyond consciousness
Intrinsic phenomena
Conscious insights
Manifesting parallel illusions
And yet expressing a heart’s core content

 

 

Search Engines

Yahoo, Google, Chrome and Bing
They all just do the same old thing
To search, to find, to list to know
Not forgetting old DuckDuck Go
Search Engines praying on our mind
To lift the blinkers; quench mankind’s
Endless quest to find out much more
In ether banks of data raw
To store, to file, retrieve and make
Our lives enriched; but what’s at stake?

What?

What fog hangs over planet Earth?
What mist veils beauty’s face?
What ether lurks with ill intent?
What gangs men race ‘gainst race?
What ill begets such heavy scorn?
What hurts grip each so much?
What lies, what torment, and what pain?
What power craves into touch?
What might then kills the innocent?
What maims to win a score?
What loathing for another one?
What hate sets men at war?

 

 

The Sun Has Got His Hat On

The sun has got his hat on and he’s coming out to play
But what I want to know is will he be here all day?
Of even if he is a he – why maybe he’s a she
Or maybe there’s no gender to the sun specifically!
But boy or girl or not all, what is the sunshine plan
For do I need galoshes on or instead suncream and fan!
And just how long will it stay up there in the bright blue sky
For this is England, green, green land where rain’s always nearby!
So when we sing the sun is out with hat upon his head?
Just smile and make the most of it as skin turns quickly red
And picnic, barbecue and more; enjoy the warmer ways
Cos soon, the sun will pack a bag and go on holiday!

English: Sun in Splendour

English: Sun in Splendour (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ruby Verge

Iodine line beneath red streak in sky
Time to rest heads and on pillows then lie
To breathe in the last air that spills from the blue
To slumber in darkness that’s covering you
For away to the west the ruby verge creeps
As the world in the east is now sound asleep

Ruby Verge

Word Tennis

At Love – Fifteen! He threw the first
Insult over the fence
But she came back with two more words
That had left him feeling tense

Thirty; Fifteen! They carried on
Shouting and yelling so
Their words aimed deep at each across
The net all to and fro

Forty; thirty – more battered hurts
Were served and hit in turn
But she remained a point above
And still intent to burn

She took another shot at him
To beat him; take the game
Word tennis; not a pretty sight
No winners; only shame!

Tennis ball on tennis court.

Tennis ball on tennis court.

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