Poems

A dark dense part of Mother Earth
With dark green trees and green shades

At night it’s frightening and inky
And insects crawl around
Animals roam the forest
A dangerous time to be
Wolves and their piercing howls
Lions and their roar
The shriek of agony from their victims
Hoots from the owl
Creepy shades and trees bent low
Trying to tell a secret
Looking into the sinister forest
You know it is time to leave

At day it is almost merry
The trees high up in the sky again
Sunlight trying to get past branches
And brown, fallen leaves
Honey on the bark of trees
The squirrels are playing and dancing
The rabbits out of their burrows
The grass again
In its merry shade of green
Swaying happily
With the wind
The snoring noises of the owl
And the change is surprising
To see

Harry Potter, Harry Potter
See him make his spells on you.
Harry Potter, Harry Potter
See him make his spells on you.
ABRACADABRA!

Oh Ma! You wake up every morning
at the crack of dawn
to prepare a sumptuous meal for us,
to get us dressed
and send us to school.

Oh Ma! How hard you work.
She meets us everyday after school,
caressing and hugging us,
enquiring about our day,
patiently listening to us,
walking us back home,
in the scorching heat,
just to be with us.

Oh Ma! Your task is onerous.
She serves us steaming delicacies
every night for dinner,
waiting for us to finish
before sitting down to the meal herself.

Oh Ma! Your diligence is ethereal.
She tucks us every night in our beds,
smothering us with kisses and kind words,
leaving us to dream sweet dreams,
ensuring all the nasty thoughts
are folded away in tiny corners
never to be explored!

Oh Ma! Is she an angel?
ascended from heaven?
Her sweet love
is like a harp playing,
her kind words
are like halos floating above her,
her presence is like
gust of wind,
but most of all
she lives for us children.

Oh Ma! Why did I ever vex you?
Someone so caring…
so beautiful…
and yet your mind never thinks us bad,
yet you love us
with all your heart.

Your love, Ma,
I’ll never understand.
Your unconditional love…

The sun rose as the poppies grew, the day the guns fell silent
The last shot fired, the day the guns fell silent
All the tears and sorrow ended, the day the guns fell silent
The 2nd of September 1945; Winston Churchill’s finest hour
They served their country well until the day the guns fell silent

I stare into a lake
Blue and crystal clear
It shines like a diamond
As I lean down further
My reflection grows larger
And I gently touch the lake
And a new image takes place
Ruining the perfection
Of the perfect reflection
It rests on the surface
Gradually expanding
Fading away
As it disappears
It reminds me
Of a life
We start off small
Growing big
Until we fade away
From history
But choose to make a difference
If the difference enhances the image
The tiniest ripple will not waste away
For each represents a stage
In life
It will live on forever
In history
But choose to ruin the reflection
Either be forgotten
Or cease to exist

Never gonna give you up…