Evening bells [Winchester cathedral]

As I write these lines the peals of Winchester cathedral being carried on the summer evening breeze are flooding my home through the opened windows, this poem is very fresh and unedited. 

Evening bells

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Evening bells, chime

melancholy sweet

a happy mellow 

is it a prayer? is it a prayer?

wrapping as with a mantle

a father’s loving care.

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 Changing times toned

a long ago joy

with melody memory [thanks]

is it a prayer? is it a prayer?

people have loved me

some still do, some are gone [where?]

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Changeless yet changing

I have not changed 

I need to be loved, hold hands

is it a prayer? 

touch me with kindness

just let me share.

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I just want to share.

Hey!

Hey! Some of you are discovering Yack, I don’t just mean this blog but those pages which you will find listed Yack 1-4. They are just a little compilation of stories and yarns mostly of disasters and mis-haps with a little bit of humor and pathos chucked in, maybe they don’t amount to much but at least they are true, I swear on my dead dog’s life they are. See if Grumma can add a smile to your day as she gets chased around the yard by a headless chicken, or Percy as he declares war on the local cat population or gets stuck up a ladder, then there’s the day I got chased by a billy goat and my time as a schoolie on work experience.

 Check out my new bloggy blog The Rhyming Yack  http://gentledove2.wordpress.com

 

Magpie and tinselstruck

Magpie and tinselstruck

Magpie and tinselstruck

will hike your silver too

someone who seeks your downfall

will watch everything you do

and all your heart be precious

thoughts beautiful pursuing

Mr Goodlooks will not distinguish

the gentleness you are doing.

I walked into a garden

where the lilacs never fade

and fragrant rose is always in flower

beneath the willow shade.

Middled in that garden

was a fountain of cascading jewels

which fell to the ground as petals

colours  breathtaking, and their pastels.

There go the ships!

the waves give way before them

iron-clad dreams, some left behind

tide and time will turn them.

Call for the interpreter

to make you understand

and help explain what the picture means

how that noble is contrast by bland.

Myrrh maid

 

Myrrh maid

An extract from “Love pictures”

http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/love-change

 She is a myrrh maid

with scented fingers

and wherever she has been

her fragrance lingers.

She is in fashion

modelling T shirts

she can make you fall in love

until it hurts

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She is a dancer

moving with rhythm

and wherever she has stayed

folk started singing.

She plays piano

beautiful music

she will make you fall in love

until you ache.

 

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Pick a poppy thunderstruck

when it’s petals fall

your table space will empty be

if you don’t hear your good wife call

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He did not believe in omens

until his own came true

this warning is for many

and not for just a few.

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I went down to the post office

to buy a book of stamps

but I was in a book store

queuing on the ramp

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They tell me life is changing

things are not the same

whichever party is in power

will have to take the blame.

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But the changes my dad sees

are down at the town hall

with bribery and corruption

which no-one minds at all.

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Of such affairs I know little

but what I do find spooky

is that no-one raised the question

of who deleted Cookie?

Le langage des fleurs

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A red carnation

worn upon my heart

will promise that I love you,

we shall never part.

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But a daisy in my hair

will warn you, I am thinking,

don’t take too much for granted,

the amber light is blinking.

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Ah! if you see a tulip

turned to upside down,

you have been rejected,

your advance will earn a frown.

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Mulled wine winter

cheer, heartwarming,

but little sis yearns for catkin

of the early Spring.

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She longs to dance with daffodils

gelanthus is her friend,

when the snow is melted

and winter is at an end.

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an extract from Damson jam

http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/damson-jam

Her apple

An extract from ”A bowl of cherries”

http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/a-bowl-of-cherries

Her apple

My rhymes will keep you company

until your journey ends

you and I are passengers

we might as well be friends.

I went down to the market place

to see what I could buy,

and as I looked a little girl

just happed to catch my eye.

As she trailed behind her mum

a shiny red apple, I saw,

before her very nose had come,

whose apple in the world could it be

that it should plumb so level?

by any law that she could see

it belonged to her [and she had it]

I will fill your lap with roses

to fragrance your sojourn

pure white petalled, velvet reds

just be careful with my thorn.

 

Charlotte

Charlotte breathes the morning

honeysuckle on the fence.

Touched in shades of softness

fragrant confidence.

The sun has kissed her hair,

early breezes blush her cheek.

She walks in gentleness,

willows bow down to hear her speak,

honesty, settled as heaven’s dew,

her smile is slow but worth the waiting,

she expects the same of you.

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picture by kind permission http://flickr.com/people/frommike

I heard a young boy singing

The following is an extract from “A turgid stem”

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I heard a young boy singing

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The man in the market shouts his wares

“wisdom for sale, wisdom for sale…”

“how odd” say you

“in what amounts? show me your scale”

You can’t buy wisdom at any price

not with cash nor with cheque,

folly you can have at the throw of the dice.

I heard a young boy singing

his music filled the air

and though he sang a sad song

when he saw me standing there

he smiled at me and I smiled back

and took him home to tea.

Splash my garden with marigolds

garnish my dish with it’s herbs

I’ll take my walks down country lanes

which never yet had kerbs

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from “a turgid stem”  http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/the-turgid-stem click

Check this out

In the bleak mid winter, I have retained the1st and 4th stanzas with part of the 2nd of Christina Georgina Rossetti’s beautiful christmas carol [pictured above] is Corrinne May-or is it…SULZ-as she sing C.G.R.’s original. http://gentledove.wordpress.com/in-the-bleak-mid-winter

Annnd…The late Robin Cook former British foreign secretary was he murdered?  http://gentledove.wordpress.com/interviews-was-robin-cook-murdered  

Guinevere’s bed

A poem based upon Merlin’s advice to King Arthur not to marry Guinevere, warning him that she would prove unfaithful bringing Camelot to ruin.

 

 

Shall a pale shadow,

and she a ghost, a phantom

cost so valiant a king,

whose heart will hold by the promise,

and break it with beguiling.

She will betray you with her kiss.

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Arms that will hold you,

eyes that have encaptured your own,

in another’s arms entwined

making warm with passion the place,

where is no promise to bind,

sweetly dying in the embrace.

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Chivalry begone,

with chasing from the kingdom,

Camlan’s field will be the site.

The question Guinevere shall pose,

wild the cherry she will bite,

will bitter you too in the throes.

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Was it  Caliburn

taken up for the kingdom

that had brought the victory?

or was it honour which prevailed?

the true cause we may now see,

then cast away the sword that failed.

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Oh Valiant heart!

will be for a shadow pale

pierced through with lady’s arrow,

when she has made you cuckold

then Albion’s race shall know

for Guinevere’s bed were they sold.

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Mist that lays across

not only lake but the realm

now veils from our eye the view, 

that noble, which made you great.

 Then find your strength in virtue

victory shall not be late.