Tempest and Strife
The lagoon of life tempest and strife The sandbank of peace all we humbly seek

The lagoon of life tempest and strife The sandbank of peace all we humbly seek
Unusual comrades the Cat and Bird together silent not saying a word Normally foe but friends to the last a bond we see unnaturally steadfast Maybe a lesson for all together strength apart we fall
Through the Kaleidoscope Creek the Fledgling transcends leaving behind the monochrome to find that which he cannot comprehend The mystery maze of Life is his journey to pursue to unearth his colourful centre and all that is true
By Lake Tanaka the old man survived With nothing but never deprived So many long years the old man was alone Still his heart was light For he didn’t moan He had found peace hidden deep within That old man with a grin
From the unforgiving forest the Tattooed Man strides on a mission to find the nature spoiler he derides With the Woodpecker as his faithful guide the sought has nowhere to seek refuge and hide
The Little Seahorse fights the current strong Musing where did all go wrong Going with the flow is not her creed For she has a purpose she will be freed
As the feather falls from the Bird in flight I have fallen into my Life Now I seek that Bird
Through the shallows he walks water falling in tears from boots worn Each step, each effort takes him further from that he mourns The shadows left long behind his past a distant dream Contentment he will find once he has travelled life’s stream
The Two Headed Swan pecks and hisses There is no love loss no loving kisses Forever at war they are destined to be There will never be a time when either can flee
As she glides over hillocks you may discern a glint of a smile the life she sought pulling an indescribable yearn She soars over mountains a thought impossible feat her freedom has been found A promise has been made enjoy each and every heartbeat
The warbler of wonder hidden in the luscious green an enigma to the ears This little marvel is hiding cannot be seen – A constant melody to sooth away the tears Nature’s bulletin we should enjoy our God blessed years
Shiny little pebble What have you seen What have you experienced Born in the heat of a furnace Worn down by your environment Trampled on for eons You are a wonder an inspiration For how you shine beautifully
As the radiant cherry blossom falls the melodic song bird flees Observing the temporal nature of life has no permanence or guarantees
Dreamy solitude Wonderful, thought provoking peaceful For to be a thought and word hermit Hidden from the world, alone Just you and words A silent sanctuary of imagination and prose What a dream
A weeping Angel longing towards a star dreaming of memories long lost afar
The Sun by the day ruler of the Light the Moon ruling during the longest of nights Both givers of light to see Observe them knowing they are there for thee
The Word a word my words your words all can have the beauty of a heavenly song bird
The struggle Trying to break free Claw the way out Us Trapped in our own veneer A lifetime incarcerated Imprisoned within ourselves But we will escape and we will be free
The Bird Man flies escaping his turbulent past seeking new horizons following a new path Enduring vast oceans overcoming barren lands The Sanctuary is sought where life is peaceful not chaotically fraught
The Apple fruit to you and me to science the answer by decree The Apple a symbol of more once found maybe just maybe we should open the door
You show us the power of metamorphosis with strength of will we can transform As the caterpillar becomes the beautiful butterfly we can emerge stronger subdue the storm
Just a simple pilgrim of life I am A sojourner of dreams A wayfarer of thoughts – The wonder of words is my love The magic of music is my muse The enchantment of art is my saviour – The unnecessity of antagonism is my adversity The constancy of conflict is my nemesis The abundance…
With wings of freedom searching for her haven soars and swoops the indomitable Raven Forever seeking pursuing her Shadow From her timeless voyage harmony will bestow
It’s difficult to comprehend the direction you are heading You think you are on path Then you find a dead end Or have somehow taken a wrong turn – Sometimes the hamster on a wheel Running faster and faster to reach your destination But find yourself where you started – Or the lemming Having to…
The four seasons our moods Spring hope for the new dawn of light Summer basking in the glorious light Autumn the slow spiral downward towards darkness Winter the feeling of the cold chill of darkness Then a new year the cycle begins afresh Whilst we wish for perpetual summer
The owl is my eyes and my spiritual shield with her at my side everything is revealed The moon is my light which guides my course as I seek my destination and source Nature is my teacher that the future is bright However dark it seems there will be morning light
Still as stone a gentle rustle little eyes hidden as leaves bustle Unwavering patience in a twig home until her brood joyfully sing blissfully roam
Memories flitter across my mind I wonder without them would I be me Without I would be an empty shell My memories are me
I watch my family play with joy and laughter I hear the birds chant a boon to my ears I stand still, silent absorbing the moment Seeking sustenance from the cup
The gentle movement draws me in The slow hypnotic methodical swaying mesmerises Just focused on the motion I feel serenity wash over me For a moment or two Any troubles dissipate into the void
When anxiety bites Or the grip of depression looms I stare at the moon Observing it’s surface The subtle shades The patterns caused by eon old impact craters Mesmerised by it’s dim shimmering light As I contemplate my breathing slows calm comes over me For the moon’s beauty and radiance brings tranquility
Like an old rickety fence I am In a gentle wind I move Swaying this way and that In blustery gusts I sway further, creaking But upright I stay How I fear the storm My old timbers may not hold A lifetime of battering has done its worse But if the storm breaks me New…
You are in there somewhere Where you and your herd roam Within the imposing deep dark forest is your concealed and safe home You are our neighbour we rarely see Just knowing you are there wild and free Fills our heart with joy and glee
Tawny Owl Are you hither Your rustle is heard Like a whisper Your presence I can sense That eerie feeling and suspense Always close but never seen Hidden in the tree so green
Braving the cold the shy Mountain Goat huddles and forages in her dazzling white coat Navigating the steep grazing as she goes The lush meadows the Mountain Goat happily forgoes
Poor impertinent Nutkin lost the end of his tail For he kept singing riddles without fail – In the end little Nutkin pushed Old Brown too far He nearly ended up as dinner with a nice cup of char – From Old Brown Nutkin managed to escape to avoid a rather nasty and sticky fate …
Still drops of water on the window Motionless cat staring something taken her fancy – Stillness in the air For nothing is moving except the slow beat of my heart – A time for quiet contemplation collect one’s thoughts For calm and peace is found
The grassy field with eyes sealed is where I sat Wishing to be healed – With no vision the world I clearly heard the bees buzzing The song of a nearby bird – For that moment with just my ears my thoughts I wiped away life’s tears
The water flows gently the mood is a torrent – The stream is peaceful the mind is a storm – The ripple is relaxing the emotion is overwhelming – To be a stream
Striding across field and lake he has left his past long ago in his wake – His is a pilgrimage of the soul to find that place where he is whole – He believes such a place must exist where peace and harmony give a loving kiss
The dusty trail the Nomad walks Beyond voluptuous valleys Across fields of sun burnt pastures The chaotic world left behind – With no one in sight He walks without sound or murmur In quiet contemplation of that he has left And of the future unknown – With each step of his worn boots The weight…
As we soar high in the clouds We look down see what we were What we will be will only be known once we have soared some more
The Messenger Cometh on wind and rain suffering will end also torment and pain The storm blows over calm rests on the Earth then it will be the time for joy and rebirth
The ancient quarry from where sculptures were born Magical works of art whose loss we mourn From the marble magnificent statues were formed Miracles the master-crafters of old performed
The Ravens have vanished the castle has turned to dust The World has been lost on an apathy gust
The old mariner’s searchlight flashes across the sea observing great silver waves flee Looking for that which cannot be found searching in silence for there is no sound
When the dragon approaches do we cower in fear Or gaze in marvel and shed a tear – I don’t see the dragon as being our foe but rather magic they can bestow – A lucky omen I see them to be for they are a threat to no degree – If you dream of…
From the Moon you’ve come Skipping over Stars zig zagging this way and that with a detour via Mars – When your cosmic form appears your brethren come out to play Then we know Spring is well and truly on it’s wondrous way – You bring fertility from the Cosmos to replenish the sea and…
Little green caterpillar as we watch you grow you bring a smile make our heart glow – Once you’ve had your fill gobbled enough you rest protected in a skin so so tough – Now the magic begins a wondrous change how is a mystery and beautifully strange – After a few long days you…
As her sandals walk the dusty trail Her mind is hidden behind her veil – They say she has a heart of thorns They shout she is daemon born – She is just a girl lost in time the subject of this little rhyme