Saturday, April 12, 2014

Wider than the sea.


      Wider than the sea.



global is the
power of change,
some force that's taking over me.
once a small trickle current,
now it's wider
than the sea.

doing more for
love than hate,
requires a courage steadfastly.
hope has come to build not break
that's wider, more
than any sea.

peace and love
can fill the void,
left by pain and cruel misery.
if only light, allowed to drown
all hate beneath
this earth wide sea.....


Built for speed.


Built for speed.


Go. ride,
follow the wind,
I'm not alone
when I'm smiling with love.
she has the beauty,
I have the brawn,
but nothing compares,
to feeling her warm,
her scent and her adoration,
with freshness now born.
gold the flower
seen by my eyes,
tempted to wander
so far in these skies.
lustrous and wondrous,
called by divine,
boy am I glad,
that she
is all mine...!






Educating Peaceful.


Educating Peaceful.


To take a simple man,
and give him knowledge,
this is a fine thing to do.
Yet to share that learning
experience with friendship and love,
could make his education more true.

Knowledge by it's own possession,
is not the font of light,
nor understanding will it create.
Then collectively debating our theory
is a sure fired way to allow,
a platform where he could relate.

Wisdom therefore is not knowledge,
nor does it stand alone
from the process of learning stuff.
Wisdom is application of knowledge,
sometimes those lessons are easy,
and sometimes those lessons are tough.

Our cooperation in learning together,
has made scholarship delightful,
and something to be highly adored.
Better to learn from expressions
of joint life understanding as one,
than sitting in class being bored.

Diversity of viewpoints abound,
where weekly pedagogy sessions can
focus his attentions upon the choices.
And using a sociological imagination
to sift through all the detritus,
he's edified by so many rich voices.

Being a teacher or being a student,
both have the power to learn
from the other in cooperative union.
Wiser is he, that understands this:
we learn through our mistakes
it's OK, 'cos we are positively human....



S.S.C.Lincoln.
Social Science Imagination Course. 

http://socialsciencecentre.org.uk/
 

Monday, April 07, 2014

Though the bloom of youth may die.


Though the bloom of youth may die.



Cast not away the love between,
Something lurks perhaps unseen,
Once the power of passions keen,
Have left the body, by a dream.

Somewhere life has flown away,
Where we had slumbered on our way,
Teased and gifted, we the fey and gay,
Yet flowers wilt un-watered, bare they lay.




Rumours running 'neath this land,
Where love our master took our hand,
Explosive needs, lost hold, uncanned,
Where we made love upon the sand.

Bonded by a true desire to fall,
Where love responded towards that call,
Immersed in flows of song, one for all,
Our lithe young flesh, bounced lovers ball.




Running wild, untamed and free,
This girl cannot, another way be,
Yet years move swiftly again we see,
Some loss of memory and our vitality.

Bounding like a crestfallen stag,
The potential wanes and lustre's lag,
Less movement blows our lovers flag,
But we've still more toys within our bag.



Though time has taken youth it seems,
We come to live with what it means,
And yet we love to live in dreams,
Where we'd be climbing on the beams.

Arrive the evening so still we lie,
And here my promise I'll sanctify,
Though the bloom of youth may die,
You're still the twinkle in my eye.........





xMx

Labyrinth of time.


Labyrinth of time.


Ancient people here once,
Now gone, fables of the
Sun and moon.
Man has made that,
This is not nature,
Why did they make this,
For what reason could we
Yet know the figments,
Of their special dreams?
Side by side the stones,
Driven deep into the ether,
Simple past can resonate,
As once long before,
Where foam of simpler life
Gets us back to love
The ancestors gave to us,
The grateful, whom they'd
Never known, yet cared for.

Views from the gate,
Came to be a view
Into paradise, to a world
We ought to live within.
Framed another open door,
Views and pictures held aloft,
Where romance between us
Was ever soft, and magical.
Here now a memorial, an
Homage to dearly loved ones.
How we once belonged to her,
Hugged the rock of antiquity.
Calmness, quiet, peaceful abandon,
Away from progress and obsession,
Loved the way of natures call,
Happy is Miranda when love
Is here overwhelming us all.
Clocks stop ticking, past comes
Forward, hopeful of the light of,
Day, when we can give our
Love away, and rest on the
Love of all ages....


Soft grass.


           Soft grass.


Below foot, my sense
restored to mother,
earth of mine, once loved
forgotten how I'd, tested time.
Fallen into slumber deep,
hopes of wildness yet to keep,
BUT.....
then well it's fine,
to sense the lustre of the
grass upon my,
skin, breathed in,
breathed out, breathed more,
breathed more for center,
a late becoming, so green
this mentor, this soft
green carpet of my longing...



Raven's Scar.


     Raven's Scar.



The hullabaloo of time,
frosted by winds combined,
held the devil of sublime,
where my own tongue
was tested by rhyme.

Calling from afar the age,
wanted only a rightful gage,
to know the ways of he
a lowly peaceful sage,
nothing greater of less rage.

Winds come blowing sole-fully,
unto all, especially he,
whom wanted nothing selfishly
except to stare across the sea,
above the placid scar,
sat fondly he and she...

Power of the sun in sky,
to build the love and quantify,
what he beheld of hazel eye,
where she became his jewel
that never ever more
could die.

Holding love within this heart,
Raven's craw, his nerves did start,
balanced on the ridge in part,
blown the cobwebs far apart,
when tears ran off his
face for art.

Deafened as he fell below,
old the fate he'd never know,
duty to life the debt he'd owe,
rewards of evil deeds that sow,
golden rays became of he,
where an angel's wings
broke the afterglow...



Czech me out.


Czech me out.



your eyes tease,
coveting a hope,
beneath a cotton blouse
I'd steal your heart...
care not enough
for the love to rise,
taken my innocence
with clear blue eyes...

spontaneously you smile,
begging my service,
to find a passion, deep,
fill the great divide...
would you know me
to feed my soul?..
or is feeding craving,
your own sweet goal?..

Let's keep things simple.


Let's keep things simple.



Old ways have become obsolete,
torn away
the soul of my feet,
sold a pretty worthy treat,
in to heaven,
where our eyes meat.

Telling tales often never bending
would allow,
the passion my heart's defending,
no use to go on pretending
you're not amazing,
or not my happy ending.

Rise and shine the break of day,
glory holds
as my mind slips away,
to fill with love, summer's gay,
simply said,
I pray you'll stay....



 x