Decade of Decastich
Poetry
The formal rules of poetry
some find confining but not all
To some it is a clarion call
to share their thoughts metrically.
Still others write more naturally
In free verse which can me enthral
In cadences so rhythmical
but every poet hold the key.
To magic realms of mystery
The lands that only poets see.
Dreamers
Does she exist? but in my dreams
or is she in reality.
The product of some well planned schemes
which have brought forth such quality.
That I am trapped in her thought streams
commanding strongly come to me.
Am I her dream or is she mine
it matters not by whose design
that we can in our dreams combine
part of the comedy divine.
Orison
The morning sun that gilds the peaks
and overcomes the shades of night.
Down to the valleys slowly leaks
in flowing streams of warm sunlight
Is caught and held by the trees
which softly murmur on the breeze
Our lord has risen in the sky
and pours on us his benison.
Raise up your n voices dont be shy
and sing the morning orison.
The long view
The world is fair let none deny
despite the damage done by man.
In time the scars will surely heal
although mans done the worst he can
Upon nature you can rely
nature is patient slow and strong.
What man has won she will reclaim
she will out wait him in the end.
She takes the long view of the game
and man has yet to prove her wrong
Freedom
On holiday
freed from all obligations
such glad felicitations
I can offer
to all I meet along the way
and wish them a most pleasant day
and smile at them
A gesture that causes surprise
I see the question in their eyes
Is he insane?
Admiration
A garden drowsing in the sun.
Upon a summer afternoon
all of the needful chores are done.
My hammock slung between two trees
I lie relaxed and take my ease.
Gardens are meant to be enjoyed
you must make time to stand and stare
Such time is usefully employed
as women long to be desired
so flowers crave to be admired..
Painted Lady
A fragile beauty rests her wings
her glowing colours on display
One of the most beauteous things
A man can cast his eyes upon
she rest a moment then is gone
All beauty then is transient
You must enjoy it while you can
A fleeting moment of content
for those who have the wit to see
and recognise it for beauty.
Perverting the cause of justice
I nail my colours to the mast
and state the cause of my unrest
I find that I am not impressed
With guardians of the law who fail
to fulfil their appointed task.
Releasing criminals on bail
Who should be kept in custody
In order that the innocent
from their attentions can free.
To hell with mawkish sentiment.
Poetry in motion
Dance ballerina on your toes
beneath the spot light centre stage
and with your dancing demonstrate.
You mastery of time and space
as with your movements you relate
A tale of honour and disgrace
the workings of a twisted fate
and finally the coup de grace.
The audience sit hypnotised
by your performance mesmerised.
High noon
The heat haze shimmers on the road
the sun is merciless to day
Theres little shade that can be found
and silence reigns. Theres not a sound
to be heard, theres nought to say
All energy was overrode
by heat that squeezes like a vice
In minds adrift and half asleep
a single desperate thought will creep.
I wish I was encased in ice.
Jun 2004




Poetry
The formal rules of poetry
some find confining but not all
To some it is a clarion call
to share their thoughts metrically.
Still others write more naturally
In free verse which can me enthral
In cadences so rhythmical
but every poet hold the key.
To magic realms of mystery
The lands that only poets see.
Dreamers
Does she exist? but in my dreams
or is she in reality.
The product of some well planned schemes
which have brought forth such quality.
That I am trapped in her thought streams
commanding strongly come to me.
Am I her dream or is she mine
it matters not by whose design
that we can in our dreams combine
part of the comedy divine.
Orison
The morning sun that gilds the peaks
and overcomes the shades of night.
Down to the valleys slowly leaks
in flowing streams of warm sunlight
Is caught and held by the trees
which softly murmur on the breeze
Our lord has risen in the sky
and pours on us his benison.
Raise up your n voices dont be shy
and sing the morning orison.
The long view
The world is fair let none deny
despite the damage done by man.
In time the scars will surely heal
although mans done the worst he can
Upon nature you can rely
nature is patient slow and strong.
What man has won she will reclaim
she will out wait him in the end.
She takes the long view of the game
and man has yet to prove her wrong
Freedom
On holiday
freed from all obligations
such glad felicitations
I can offer
to all I meet along the way
and wish them a most pleasant day
and smile at them
A gesture that causes surprise
I see the question in their eyes
Is he insane?
Admiration
A garden drowsing in the sun.
Upon a summer afternoon
all of the needful chores are done.
My hammock slung between two trees
I lie relaxed and take my ease.
Gardens are meant to be enjoyed
you must make time to stand and stare
Such time is usefully employed
as women long to be desired
so flowers crave to be admired..
Painted Lady
A fragile beauty rests her wings
her glowing colours on display
One of the most beauteous things
A man can cast his eyes upon
she rest a moment then is gone
All beauty then is transient
You must enjoy it while you can
A fleeting moment of content
for those who have the wit to see
and recognise it for beauty.
Perverting the cause of justice
I nail my colours to the mast
and state the cause of my unrest
I find that I am not impressed
With guardians of the law who fail
to fulfil their appointed task.
Releasing criminals on bail
Who should be kept in custody
In order that the innocent
from their attentions can free.
To hell with mawkish sentiment.
Poetry in motion
Dance ballerina on your toes
beneath the spot light centre stage
and with your dancing demonstrate.
You mastery of time and space
as with your movements you relate
A tale of honour and disgrace
the workings of a twisted fate
and finally the coup de grace.
The audience sit hypnotised
by your performance mesmerised.
High noon
The heat haze shimmers on the road
the sun is merciless to day
Theres little shade that can be found
and silence reigns. Theres not a sound
to be heard, theres nought to say
All energy was overrode
by heat that squeezes like a vice
In minds adrift and half asleep
a single desperate thought will creep.
I wish I was encased in ice.
Jun 2004

