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The Joys of Summer
Here - Knee deep in the joys of summer
Meadow flowers hide my shoes
Buttercups and majestic poppies
Radiate their brilliant hues
O to run through nature's carpet
With scattered colors all about
Where God's palette knows no boundaries
A stunning testimony for those devout
Here God reigns in all his glory
Where cornflowers nod amongst the grass
Dandelion, Thistle and gentle Pansies -
Nature resplendent cannot be surpassed
Let me lie amidst the cowslips and the clover
With the bees and grasshoppers as my friends
Watching the cumulus clouds drift above me
And praying the day will never end
A nightingale, thrush, blackbird or skylark
Switch visual joy to heralded bliss
God knowing heaven is beyond comprehension
So in his wisdom - he gave us this
Albert Gazeley © June 2005
Dawn
From his perch the rooster warns
as stealthily night tiptoes away
while blissfully the world slumbers
on roseate wings flies in dawn
valiantly battling dusky shadows
banishing darkness to the west
glorious hues light up the sky
the sea glows in shades of pink
and birds begin a song of praise
in golden splendour bursts the sun
spilling light all over the earth
as chirping swells to a crescendo
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Gratitude (Sonnet)
The dawn is reason for the heart to sing
in grateful verses with refrains of grace.
We cannot fathom what the morrow brings
But we can revel in today's embrace.
The light of sunset frames the mountain peaks,
And this is quite enough to warm my soul.
I've found my joy, no longer do I seek
the fragments that will make my spirit whole.
Appreciation is the surest way
to ease the worries of a troubled mind.
The gifts of good that come with everyday
are, with my thanks, eternally entwined.
The absolutes in life are very few,
For me it's gratitude that sees me through.
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Sweet Simplicity
Each morning's rise is happiness to me,
The breath of one more pure and lovely day.
I find my joy in sweet simplicity,
And cherish every step along the way.
The colors that I see of nature, bright
bring more delight than wealth could ever lend.
The luscious warmth of sun and cool night,
in sweet refrain repeated o'er again.
My home is humble, yet in comfort kept,
This old dog that I love lays at my side,
I want for nothing more in life except
Within this peace forever to abide.
You ask what means true happiness to me,
It lies within this sweet simplicity.
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Blessings....
Relaxed upon this sunny sward where springflowers
scent the air
And music from the gurgling water lulls,
A pleasant languor all-pervading, trance-like,
everywhere
The mind enslaves and all the senses dulls.
Where weeping willows overhead their wicker
tendrils droop
To greet me and my sweetheart in our bliss,
Her lips add greeting sweeter still to mine
and o'er me stoop
To murmur on my mouth with loving kiss.
In this idyllic spot my love and I have
not a care;
No worry violates our joy supreme.
Our rapture will not tarnish with the passing
of the year
Nor vanish like the waters of the stream.
Not wealth nor power will blessings, happiness
or comfort bring;
Relaxed, with love and beauty, I have more
than any king.
© Hugh Wyles, August 20th. 2004.
A Summer Afternoon
Stillness under the noonday sun
Disturbed by an indolent breeze
Flowers reluctantly shake their heads
And leaves nod lazily in the trees
From deep inside the abundant bush
Trills out the warbling of a thrush
While bulbuls sing a merry tune
Somewhere within the verdant brush
A shrewish sparrow pecks her mate
who sits sulking at her disdain
Calm, shattered by one noisy moment
Once more its tiny kingdom gains.
Framed by the blue afternoon sky,
A tern descends in a graceful dive
On a rocky outcrop in the sea,
Its migrant colony merrily thrives.
The sea adorned with wooden dhows
A timeless scene played once more
Merging the present with days long past
As with the day's catch they return to shore
Swift winged hours fly unawares
As this haven weaves its enchantment
Though oft repeated these sights each day,
Yet unique seems each pleasant moment.
(Dhow is a wooden ship used in the arab world)
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In the Garden
Lying on the soft green grass
amidst feeding doves and chirping sparrows
watching feathery clouds float by
above a lazily flying pair of swallows
scents float from the eucylyptus tree
as through its leaves the cool wind blows
colours delight as perennials bloom
in bright pink, fuchsia, blue, and yellow
cooing pigeons sing me to sleep
in a soothing lullaby soft and mellow
captivated by this moment's joy
forgetting regrets and worries of tomorrow
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Silence
fog, almost impenetrable
a white world of secrecy,
revealing tantalising glimpses
a strange land in the clouds,
steep rugged mountain slopes,
covered thickly with forest,
untouched, unexplored, growing wild,
soft green velvet moss, covering tree trunks,
dripping from branches in long thick strands.
An owl on a bough staring without seeing.
Silence so complete
Piercing, all encompassing
Suddenly shattered
a sweet long haunting cry
an unseen bird deep within the green,
bringing us down to earth
from a land of dreams in the sky.
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A Perfect Point of View
Golden clouds on a gentle wind
Lift over a radiant setting Sun
So peaceful is the golden scene
I feel at peace - another day is done
The reflecting golden hue
Takes on a holy atmosphere
As I sit upon the hill
Pondering everything that's dear
There are millions of people in the world
And my own troubles are not a few
But as I sit here and hug my knees
Such things are out of view
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So the Earth sets off on another orbit
In a heaven too complex to comprehend
But I just let joy sweep over me -
Perfection that nothing can transcend
The hustle and bustle of the world
Seems so out of place
Sitting here costs nothing
Yet there's so much to embrace
From where I sit the world moves slowly
And everything seems magnificently right
I can see everything - yet nothing
Just overawed by the purity of the sight
Is this a dream - or a reality
Just sitting here - as I make my way back home
Or perhaps this is Gods way of saying - I am with you
Regardless of where I roam
Albert Gazeley © 2004
Evening
I gather the shawl closer
as the evening chill grows
the desert glows warmly
in the sun's last rays
shepherds begin
leading their flocks homewards
dusk gathers the earth in a close embrace
the evening star smiles brightly
over the sea a yellow moon peeps out
and in the evening breeze
soft plaintive notes float
as the shepherd boy plays his flute.
© Pari Ali
On the wings of dusk
On the wings of dusk
I walk through my garden
in the shadows of the setting sun
amidst mauve and azure reflections
my dreams dance before me
some into obscurity
others gather close by
could they withstand
an honest assesment
or would they sift through my fingers
to return to the soil
without a sound
like the silence that surrounds me
for a few brief moments
until in the distance
a shriek of the crow
interrupts the solitude
of this self-examination
ending
today's meditation
and I must return
to the ordinary
of my existence
temporarly
but with the knowledge
of the constant
that awaits me in my garden
through the seasons
of nature
and all of the seasons
of the rest of my life
to lay to rest
dreams of the old
and a birthing
of the new
© cherche -d -ame
A Walk in the Realms of Tranquility
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