Clion's CornerCircles
It’s Nature’s waythat She is not forsaking,
Man and Woman and baby making.
The birds and bees are of the Circle
as are tigers and the aquatic turtle
All the creatures of this planet
are cousins since God first began it.
But we are forced to kill something alive
that we may thrive and still survive.
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Aspirations
When I was a young apprentice boy in old Kilkenny town,I worked all week as a plumber’s lad for only half-a-crown.
Having paid for board and lodging and fare for train back home,
I was left with just a thruppenny piece that I could call my own.
On signing the indentures at the start of my career,
the future looked so good and bright nothing held my fear,
but I was soon disabused of this my master was a martinet
and had I stayed within his sway, I’d be in penury yet
Departing for Merry England then was all that I could do,
seeking golden nuggets but these were scarce and few.
Still I worked and earned and saved my money in a can
but by night and day pursuing me was the Inland Revenue man.
Bad luck to tax collecting men of the English Crown,
they chased me on building sites I was forced from town to town.
Working on the Lump was good but they changed the Law you see,
then I became poor as a church mouse, as poor as poor can be.
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Meditation
Blades of grass keep on growingThey will always need some mowing
Tempus Fugit, quickly flowing
The world's secrets beyond knowing
If you do not sit and meditate.
more to follow soon.......
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Journeying to Arcady
When all is cold and grey,with pondering thoughts of Yates,
nested in a familiar way,
drooping lids in ebbing care,
seeking sweet Arcady.
A place of heart’s desire,
across a hill, away,
where air is tempered blossoms’ scent
birdsong calls from tangled swathe
and golden sunshine days are spent.
Welcoming, smiling, Arcadians
greet with openness
the pilgrim from a harsh land.
Knowing of the pain of Life’s sting
they empathise and understand.
A sojourn there–a Heaven taste–
promises lasting peace.
Life’s fragile pleasures spurn
Arcady does not fade
one day I shall travel there, never to return.
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Storm
O! flashing bolts of lightening strike,hit all around but miss my bike.
I have been to church and prayed to god,
but needed now is a lightening rod.
I am fit, fair and wealthy too,
and have more sensations to pursue.
Not yet have I seduced a Duchess,
nor seen the Queen in a state of undress.
My life has been of a sheltered kind,
with head in the sand and exposed behind.
I trudged to work in bliss less care,
rode the treadmill in quiet despair,
travelled far but now I’m here
with threat of lightening to singe my hair.
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