Choo Choo
Choo choo the Dark Troopers approach Luke leaps and flies as if swinging on a rope After a few moments the Dark Troopers are down Luke pushes forward with a relentless frown Choo choo
It’s a Secret
The little Bat without sonar learnt a new trick “it’s a secret” he says as he flies into a stick
Dust
Anger and hate shouldn’t be humanity’s buddy and mate Kindness and love a friend for one and all who helps us up dusts us down, when we fall
The Waterfall
As the Water takes us the path is known one from which we will be nurtured and grown As the Waterfall approaches we know the end is near the time ahead we hold very dear
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Lock and Key
The evasive key hidden but true unlocks the mind remember who we are that we knew The ever present lock holding us back our mental prison which gives no slack
Misty
A path travelled there were many turns where everything could have unravelled By grace of whatever the true was found now the fog is just misty background
The Trial
The Young Padawan his time the trial he will face will his Master be proud his heart still not a murmur or race The moment is now for his training is done Far too late for the Padawan to hide or run
The Coin
The lucky coin flipped in the air the answer stormy or fair Fate decides the path to go whether we have a boat to row
The Gnat
I have the attention span of a gnat indulge me a gnat wearing a dazzling hat Maybe that’s a tad unfair rather it’s an ordinary peaked cap it wears
Whizzing
Why is it for some of us the mind doesn’t stop whirling. It’s a constant barrage of random thoughts, crashing into one another. In many ways it is a blessing, but in others a curse. In the past I have tried to slow it down with alcohol which then became a bigger issue in itself….so…
The Padawan
The Padawan Cat feels the Force unfortunately learning tricks it does not endorse
Gazing
Gazing, gazing, gazing lost in a world of one’s own where freedom is found there are infinite ways to roam Gazing, gazing, gazing
Rain, Please Flee
The dreary morn where snuggling indoors is the place to be Gazing through the window staying dry rain, it’s time to flee
Mumbo Jumbo
Speaking nonsense a truly comforting friend with an added benefit it drives others around the bend Throw in some mumbo jumbo watch frowns appear makes life much more than very drear
May the Fourth Be With You
No Division
In Name
Mammoth in name, mammoth in nature staying toasty with a shaggy coat these big fellas in our chronicle are much more than a small footnote
Attention
In the distance, a shape can be seen as we squint, focus escapes our being what we see, grabs our attention somehow we know, we have a connection
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Ruddy
The alarm an unwanted friend bird song a trusted loving buddy as weary eyes open slowly life appears glowing and ruddy
Kindness Rock – Silhouette
The Force Rocks
You Beauty
“You beauty” seen through the window my favourite bird seen often heard Popping by to bring delight with a glance I know all is bright
Close
The old knees crack and pop going up the stairs the back in the morning refuses to bend with too much effort maybe just maybe they could mend The mind though, an over excited puppy still young at heart adult and child years close rather than further apart
Awoken
Through the water the sleepy deer swims dashing on poor tired limbs Abruptly awoken from perfect sleep dreaming of deer certainly not sheep
Ourselves
We deserve to love ourselves we are the magnificent song bird the glorious sun rising in the morn the steadfast tree refusing to break in the storm the pure blue sky on a summers day as a reminder to ourselves this is something we should say
Unravelled
Unheard
The forgotten voices, the unheard voices knowledge, wisdom they convey all should listen deeper to the words they whisper and say
Bruised Knee
When we are young we want to be old, when old we wish to be young Wants and wishes a part of life sometimes though the cause of unwanted strife Maybe the path is for nothing at all then there are no trips or falls But what an uneventful journey that would be I’d rather…
Puppet
Maybe we are all puppets dancing on a string waiting to be cut we can then escape on carefree wings
The Book
Block
Impatiently pacing waiting for the portal to unlock the winner not necessarily the first out of the block
Delight
From the mirror she comes a pure reflection of delight no shadows or darkness just undiluted bright light
Rebuild
Rebuild the World with building blocks of infinite dreams no limit, nowhere we cannot go With our imagination there are no barriers or extremes
Another Day
Heinous Slight
What has been done to offend the Cat no eye contact just a back sitting on a mat A heinous slight has clearly occurred with disdain she is off to chase a bird
No Longer Shy
Final bird song the Sun slowly falls as the moon wakes with evening calls Darkness arrives light says goodbye Friends of the Night no longer shy
The Time of Year
The time of year where nest are made busy activity nerves are frayed Soon come to pass the little ones appear let’s pray they have happy years
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The Tree
Staring at a tree nothing being seen within though life bustles busily unseen Looking at a soul true emotions masked within though thoughts whirl positive or dark – The unseen, equally or more important than the seen
The Jigsaw
The jigsaw when the last piece is misplaced unsatisfying and incomplete As in life, once found whole the circle once again perfectly round
Stillness
Motionless body and mind paused Just stillness within blessed locked doors
Shooting Star
The Ant on a swing dreaming, wishing to take to wings As the swing rides high he takes to the air wondering shall I go here or there With a broad smile he travels afar the Ant equivalent of a shooting star
Just Being
The little Robin appears to transform joy from tears as melancholy bites nature does its upmost to make all bright The wonder of seeing hearing gives untold value to just being
Be Still
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Right Hook
Sometimes with a left hook, right hook we need to come out fighting proverbial or other life isn’t as one reads in a book Sometimes the only answer the metaphorical right hook
Voice in the Wind
Just a Ramble……..
As sort of mentioned in my previous post “One of Those Days” I’ve had one of those days. Anyway it started with one thing after another until it got to the point I said to the sky “will you f’ing give me a break” After that point everything got immediately better. Made me wonder whether…
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