Long-legged spider on the floor -
Haven't I seen you before,
Hanging, unmoved, on the wall;
Though now you go crawling , and all
But fall into the shower tray
Newly installed yesterday -
Thus to confound your certainty,
Making your path an eternity
Until the generation
Of next year's spider nation?
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
One from two
It is because to me you are the dearest,
Because, of all, to me you are the nearest,
That I to you am wedded in our one.
Through you I see my longings at their clearest,
And strive to nullify the merest
Chance of straying from the orbit of my Sun,
For in your absence I would be undone.
Because, of all, to me you are the nearest,
That I to you am wedded in our one.
Through you I see my longings at their clearest,
And strive to nullify the merest
Chance of straying from the orbit of my Sun,
For in your absence I would be undone.
The point of it
A life of longing is our human lot -
For love, for laughter and an easeful end,
For lusty health and lasting loyalty
Facilitating action in the world.
A world of dissonance and strife,
A world in need of harmony and peace
To foster reconciliation's cause
And launch society on freedom's course
Through action striving for the common weal
Of co-existence in plurality,
The stable basis of a new-born state
That shelters all in justice with good will,
And so enables them to reach their aim
Of meeting hopes and overcoming fears
With dear companions on a way too short
Whose navigation differs for each soul.
For love, for laughter and an easeful end,
For lusty health and lasting loyalty
Facilitating action in the world.
A world of dissonance and strife,
A world in need of harmony and peace
To foster reconciliation's cause
And launch society on freedom's course
Through action striving for the common weal
Of co-existence in plurality,
The stable basis of a new-born state
That shelters all in justice with good will,
And so enables them to reach their aim
Of meeting hopes and overcoming fears
With dear companions on a way too short
Whose navigation differs for each soul.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Olympic London
A night-time journey with its ending brings
A view superb that like no other seems.
Our stacking aircraft wheels and banks its wings -
Olympic London close beneath us beams.
Like myriad stars in the firmament,
The brilliant lights, far-scattered, clustered, burn.
A tapestry unfolds, an ornament
Towards whose landmarks eyes in wonder turn.
Thus seen from such a vantage in the sky,
The city shows itself in festive guise,
A place where nation will with nation vie
To win the laurel and deserve the prize.
More often should occasion life enhance
With chance encounters when the spirits dance.
A view superb that like no other seems.
Our stacking aircraft wheels and banks its wings -
Olympic London close beneath us beams.
Like myriad stars in the firmament,
The brilliant lights, far-scattered, clustered, burn.
A tapestry unfolds, an ornament
Towards whose landmarks eyes in wonder turn.
Thus seen from such a vantage in the sky,
The city shows itself in festive guise,
A place where nation will with nation vie
To win the laurel and deserve the prize.
More often should occasion life enhance
With chance encounters when the spirits dance.
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