O, how mellow the reverberations

Of the words that pierce the heart

When, the Tongue, all sweet and suave

Gently, plays its given part.

No nicer perfume, no gentler scent

Than the whiffs of those lovely words,

That the silent beauty of the morning

Break, like the chirping of those little birds.

Such is Love, all mushed- up

The tongue its helpless creature,

At its mercy, beck and call

No nicer emotion, no greater caring human feature,

‘Cause, the tyrant in the game of life

Is the ever- whizzing Brain,

That awakens the Devil who sleeps within

And, launches his disastrous train.

Day, turns to night and gently so

Its garb lined with stars,

The tongue, too, has similar bearing

Soft as the Moon and fiery as is Mars

And, when the tongue turns rapier-like

With cuts and bruises all around

Then, no battle-field did ever witness

The ferocity of that lashing sound.

It twists and turns like a river’s bends

Its wrath a rage, its calm supreme,

 Its power of play,

Both a nightmare and an idyllic dream.

So, perhaps, best to keep the mouth shut

 Till, you fall in love,

Then let your

Tongue do its work

As you walk, hand in glove.

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I tell myself to not go cynical

And, try find reasons for smile and cheer

For, Life really has no other purpose

And that, to me is crystal clear.

Accident or otherwise, is all belief

Why are we here, for a century, about,

Destiny, too, is Man’s coinage, perhaps

Belief again, accept or shout.

Too much knowledge can be dangerous

Skills are good and also bad,

There was a time, not long ago

When all we heard made us glad

For, “global” and “glocal” were unheard of

‘Cause, everything, then, was mostly local,

Me and my neighbour, that was all N

othing else in the realm of focal,

And now,

There’s a, heart- breaking, sadness all around

There are tears in many, many, tragic, eyes,

Look around and see for yourself

There is no trace of exaggeration, no lies.

The world “smaller” is how we describe it now

Man’s arrogance unbounded,

“Nothing was ever better than today”

The repeated baloney, all unfounded.

Wars and mayhem are all we see

For, that is all that we are shown,

Can’t blame Cinema nor TV

Reality comes first, mirages soon gone.

Not too late to step back and think

Where are we headed, what lies ahead,

Even though, we all well know, that

In the long -term we’re all dead.

Yes, I know you’ve heard that before

That was no great Keynesian dictate,

And, this mortality , perhaps,

 Is what makes us

To do what you will, grab what you can

ill- gotten , now, a freely- used term,

Well-accepted and well- understood

A little discomfort maybe, no long-term harm.

Back now to the tears in many eyes

To the alarming state of things,

Even the Thrush, in its wisdom

Only the mournful strain, sings.

No one listens now to the other

Camaraderie, a forgotten word,

Let’s listen then to the lingering voice

Of the, melodious, Nightingale bird.

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What is Love and why revered

Then cast aside as detritus,

Why do some believe in God

And, the rest don’t sit beside us,

When nothing divides one from the other

Then, why do we create boundaries,

Offensive, these, must be to the Lord

Will He also, one day, need a Visa, please

Tell us, you supposed “wise guys”

Those we put in power,

For you to then in glory display

The sham, stupidity and avarice

From that, temporary, gilded, Ivory Tower.

Is this what we call Democracy,

Houses, Palaces, coloured or white,

The terms of office so sacrosanct

When, no one but you is right

And, the sad, sorry-looking, you

Then, looking for something else to do

Perhaps, then some memoirs

A “glorious” book or two

That, no one will ever read

For, we only remember what is good

And that, mostly, was never the deed.

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The Land of Fairies in the woods

The green around was awesome,

That land, alas, lay all within me

When I was sad and lonesome.

I could then well meander

Like the river’s bends and curves

And, traipse through life merrily

Dealing with what it serves.

When Wish and Will in unison walk

The outcome is rewarding,

When the battle lies all within us

The fight is, truly, enervating.

There is no greater beauty

Than that which lies within

That, which only each one views

Away from the fury and the din.

Nothing beats a beating heart

In the softness of its melody,

It might play truant off and on

For, it’s a master of parody.

Remember, those lovely bands of old

Sometimes loud and out of sync,

The Heart does all those things, too

And, sometimes makes you think

But, all in all, happy or sad

Befriending the ruling “ticker”,

Is the wisest thing we’ll ever do

Ask the “Cardio” or the mighty Vicar

Finally, friends, look within

Therein sits a naughty Elf,

We’ll all do well if we learn

To befriend the heart, and ourself.

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Empathy



If you can’t smell the Rain

How will you ever feel the pain

Of the clouds in the skies

And, their tears when they rain

Empathy, is nothing more

Ask the sands on the shore,

They will tell you loud and clear

From a million miles, they hear the roar.

When we can feel another’s beat

Of that heart and its rhythm sweet,

Is when we know proximity

Its warmth and its warming heat.

God is always by our side

But, we only feel Him within, inside,

In those moments of great solitude

His presence to us is never denied.

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The only thing that lasts is the  Past

The Present evanescent, the Future unknown,

Time has wings, all things are temporal

Before we know it, it's forever, flown.

Time waits for no one, we know that

Fluid, as are the waters that flow,

Under or over bridges all

‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow

Relative, it is to all things alive

Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive,

To Father Time they all succumb

Ephemeral, indeed, is the word survive.

To each his/her own is destiny

At the end of which lies mirage,

That which we call Eternity

The oasis called Heaven, we envisage.

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The Mirage we Envisage



The only thing that lasts is the  Past

The Present evanescent, the Future unknown, Time has

Time waits for no one, we know that

Fluid, as are the waters that flow,

Under or over bridges all

‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow

Relative, it is to all things alive

Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive,

To Father Time they all succumb

Ephemeral, indeed, is the word survive.

To each his/her own is destiny

At the end of which lies mirage,

That which we call Eternity

The oasis called Heaven, we envisage.

While away Time

In this mad, crazy, world of today

Where no one has time for another,

While it away, by the riverside

And choose, if you will, the evening tide.

Find the Time, then while it away

Paradoxical, as it may seem,

Just as sleep we need to rejuvenate

And, happily, blissfully, dream.

When clouds hover above the mountains

On a breezy, rainy, day,

What better way than to saunter along

As you while time away.

Spend it well, do your all

But, also while it away,

Do nothing and you’ve done it all

Just sway along life’s way.

The mind’s an awful clutter now

Intelligence all artificial,

Where has good old reality gone

When all there is, is superficial.

Look for no answers, you’ll get none

For no one has the time,

Jack and Jill went up the hill

So said that lovely, old, rhyme.

While away time but feeling euphoric

Not guilty whiling it away,

Think you’re in heaven while you’re alive It’s just a

Yes, while away some time!!

Sometimes, Do.



I’m a fighter, a survivor

And, I like my odds,

I can never beat Life

But will run it to the end.

‘Tis a one- way street

No bets on return,

The end is the river

And the ashes in urn

But, why think of the end

It’s the same for all,

There’s a life to live, and

Off the cliff we all fall

Till then, we must climb

Slippages on the way,

From Sunrise to Sunset

Is a nice long day,

Night was made for sleep

For stars to shine and us to dream

So, as the day is all we have one at a time

Better Champagnes with Strawberries and Cream

Leave the wails and sighs alone

And, heart-rending cries aside,

Life’s the journey the living make

Let’s make themost of the pre-destined ride.

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Are all things fake, is anything real

Humans included, their emotions too,

Up for grabs or up for sale

That’s reality, two by two

The smile’s a lure

Nothing’s pure,

Its all allure

Just dazzle, for sure

Nostalgia’s history

And, that’s a bore,

Our neighbours next door

May well be a spies

So, watch what they do

Keep open your eyes,

The world of today

Is made up of lies,

Can’t rely on any one

Not even the skies

For, they know more about us

Than we ever will,

Intelligence, now artificial

But, we pay the bill,

We’ll soon be the Robots

Doing another’s will,

Ask Musk if you like

Will we smell sweet, still.

Shorn are the shards of all Reality

Heaven on earth might actually come true,

Dark the skies and all beyond

The Earth might really turn a light blue.

No qualms , no conscience, no compunction

 Misgivings about nothing,

 Viruses made, destroyed, mutated

 With Destiny, a strange, self-destroying, fling.

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There is a major decline

In things that I can now do,

Time’s flown a million miles

Tough, but very true

Can’t flog honesty, can we

Bury or burn it,

‘Twill, always, rise from the ashes

And, eat away the lies bit by bit 

Life’s end is all nostalgic

A lifelong dream, if you will,

A Sunrise, a Sunset, not much more

‘Cause life’s had its full, fill

But, Hope lives on and must do so

Remain, wildly, aflame,

Climb Mount Everest or the anthill

What is there in a name?

Never give up, and

This adage never forget,

However dark the skies maybe

For, it’s in, unbreakable, stone set.

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