Thursday, July 28, 2016

SUMMER GORING  (The Last Poem)

Shall I compare thee to the summer Goring?
Well no - because thou art beyond compare!
So draw the curtains back, have done with snoring,
Let's venture out into the sun-filled air.

What shall we find when wandering Goring's lanes?
The simple joys the season brings alive!
When every step is met with new-found gains
Of beauty, while aloft the red kites strive
To spread their wings and look with steady gaze
As humans with indifference shake their thirst
In bankside pubs where all are in amaze
At how teams row up fast to come in first.

Long many these ancient rituals survive
To grace the peaceful life that men contrive

Dear Readers and Gordon's friends and fans,
This is the last Poem that will ever be posted here. His Muse has been
silenced forever as Gordon passed away yesterday, on July 27, 2016.
We found "Summer Goring" as a last entry in his spiral bound notebook
he wrote his verses in as the inspiration struck.
It is so hard to believe there will be no more poems from Gordon....

The Family

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Birthday wishes July 10, 2016

Just as of old the custom's been,
So now we celebrate the day
When Amy came to grace our life
And add a sparkle with her smile -
Enjoy your Birthday, Amy Dear,
May all your projects prosper,
And when the year has run its course
Look back in joy with wonder.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

First vote after citizenship July 4, 2016

A charming young lady from Ridgewood
Asserted her newly-won statehood.
She cast her first vote
To guide the State's boat
And struck a bold blow against falsehood.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Autumn of former days Autumn 2012 - revised June 2016

What time we have to spend together now
Calls us to fond remembrance of our past,
Of golden days beneath a fostering sun
In southern splendour or north's milder clime,
Of languid nights under a silver moon,
High in a sky wiped clear by evening rain
When breezes swept your hair and woke desire
In former days of youth's exuberance,
Turning our gaze from heaven to rapt eyes
Where depths of passion welled in mutual trust
And joined two hearts as one in love's embrace.

Farewell, Dear Father of our hearts June 29, 2016

Farewell, Dear Daddy! Since the day you passed
There is a space feels empty which was full,
A space which love called home and nestled there,
A place of refuge serving each as balm,
Created by your portion in our birth,
Against the blows which fate unkindly brings
With trials that fortune sends without  remorse.
No matter where our winding paths may trend
You will be there, companion to the end,
Your voice shall sound forever in fond hearts
Which owe their presence here, in part, to you.

A cherished life has passed away June 29, 2016

Dear Heart, untimely called on cruel grounds -
How to accept  your voice no longer sounds?
If life meet with  its end before it should
Let it be remembered for its good.
Given a peerless heart has now been stilled,
Let those who knew it inmost ways be filled
With gratitude to have been in its sphere
And fortitude to prosper year by year
Amidst remembrances of former days
Which never shall depart the inner gaze.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may" 31 May 2016

Should we regret that youth will go,
Or take delight that memories grow?
Whichever way we view what is,
The years go by. Then ponder this;
Fleet-footed time will ever heed
The human heart's eternal need
To seize the present as it comes
Despite the piling of day's sums.
Put  on your glad rags, Birthday Girl -
Cleave to your partner in a  whirl!

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Turning on a sixpence 23 May 2016

My power chair can turn upon a sixpence -
How nimble and how friendly to my needs!
Beware this feature, though, when no resistance
Is offered to emotions wed to deeds
Regretted in the aftermath of strife.
Precipitate reactions prompting panic
Amongst adherents prone to wield the knife
May well result in baleful and titanic
Outcomes, impossible to  rectify,
Which leave a desolation in their wake,
Or shatter dreams imagined not to die,
And all for a charade whose face is fake.


Wednesday, May 11, 2016

On receiving a first response in verse 11 May 2016

The sweet response you couched in verse,
So apropos, so fresh, so terse,
I'll treasure as the very first
Poetic gem to have been tossed
So playfully into my court,
And these few words are meant in sport
To celebrate for more than long
Your whimsicality of song.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Top Hat 9 May 2016

Oh, what a picture of a marvel new,
Fashioned to dominate in form and hue!
The eye is ravished to behold the view,
The normal frame of mind is knocked askew.

What wonder borne upon a beauty's head
Is here revealed to an astonished world!
It is a hat of visions, boldly fed
By high imagination now unfurled.

See how the parts combine to form the whole
By adding glamour suited to their place
Through interacting to fulfill their role
To grace the head and compliment the face.

Honour the hat and praise it without qualm,
For it alone deserves to win the palm.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Memories 5 May 2016

They dwell in silence as they wish,
And unsuspected keep their peace.
They give no clue that aught's amiss
Till fell time terminates their lease.

Then, slipped unbridled from the mind,
Like trusted friends who need no leave
Deep memories show how their kind
Can bring the wakened breast to heave.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A Deathday poem to the eternal poet 23 April, 2016

Shakespeare! As we salute you on this day
When your dear soul was forced to yield to fate
We recognize a debt we cannot pay
For something which consumption cannot sate.
We stand in awe, yet more in gratitude
To have in our possession, ever sage,
A treasure of surpassing plenitude
Whose riches grow in value with each age.

Were we to seek an eon long and more
We should be not one step the nearer to
A talent able to achieve a score
Worthy to equal that enjoyed by you.

For though you have been dead four hundred years
You live by words that move our hearts to tears.

Estuary shore, afternoon at Whitstable 19 - 22 April 2016

The inexperienced and the young, the old
And the infirm negotiate the paths
Where strollers by the pebble beach converge
And part again in human waves
Mirroring springtide's motion on the sea.

The clement day has welcomed to the shore
The townsfolk and their guests, who at their ease
Reflect upon the surface and the deep:
The warming rays, the bracing air, the call
Of passing gull to gull aloft,
While to the eye whose vision's turned within
The scene ingested feeds the inner view.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Three new friends for the move 10 April 2016

Who are we as a family?
We're Mum and Dad and Babe makes three!
We're furry and we're frisky, too,
Just dying to make friends with you -
So when you see us gazing down
You're sure to smile and lose your frown.

Written on a house-moving card picturing
two adult meerkats tending a juvenile

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Ellie's first move 9 April 2016

Our house this day is other than
The place we were when it began.
We've moved our stuff, the cats and us.
The work was hard, but worth the fuss,
And now that it at last is done,
We'll spend our days in having fun.
Let many be the days of old
Whose happy histories are told!

Monday, April 4, 2016

Spring time in the hood 3 April, 2016

While squirrels through the branches romp
And Peacocks strut with stately pomp
At spring time in the waking yard,
The human heart is urged to play
That age old game which song and bard
Promote for ever and a day
Through well considered note and word
Whose sweet conjunctions charm the ear
To such perfection, being heard,
That souls are brought within love's sphere.

Thank you and farewell 2 April 2016

I wish I could have come to say goodbye
And be with you to bid a last farewell.
Instead, I must content myself with words,
Though, happily, they are my stock in trade.
So here's a few more puffs of air to show
How much you touched me with your moving thoughts,
Already shifted to a space apart
Where days recalled regale the musing heart.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Gravitational waves Feb 17, 2016

Light-years far removed from Earth, two black holes
Performed a cosmic jig in which they merged,
And from the cataclysm there emerged
Sound evidence of gravitational waves,
Which are regarded by the well-schooled mind
As vital for the truth of Einstein's thought,
Being one more stone in that great edifice,
Grand monument of intellect and heart.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Love's cardinal points Version 2 12 Feb 2016

The North of love is where your bosom swells,
The East - where you awake to morning's rays,
The South - where in your smile enchantment dwells,
The West - where with my own I hold your gaze
As each heart sets the other in a daze.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Identity Feb 01, 2016

Essential to the sense of self
Are memories that hold the past,
Bringing coherence to that self,
Lending the strength required to last,
Keeping together as a whole
The vital sinews of the soul.