Rollerskate lovers

ROLLERSKATE LOVERS

I wrote this little poem after a lovely afternoon whizzing around Hyde park and Kensington Gardens with my boyfriend.

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Glide me down swiftly so fleet

choosing this path takes me into your arms

gentle the arc I draw

twice two for figure eight

round and round I'm a carousel

hold me tight, no alarms

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Look at me! slicing the breeze

my coming darling is only for you

the wind brushes my face

sunshine plays in my hair

races, the beating of my heart

I'm alive! everything's new!

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Avenues of trees slide by

for the moment you are lost to my view

so wheel the wheel backwards

you are still out of my sight

turn the full circle, where are you?

with eyes for me so true

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Look there! our tryst, we shall meet

our paths, love, will cross once more, you and I

nothing can stop us now

our joyful collision sure

hand holding hand, happily we

my head on your shoulder I sigh.

Love's petals bruiséd

Love's petals bruiséd

Betrodden love petals, passion bruiséd

beautiful yet and lovely still

desire pinioned but free in my fragrance

my love no longer may choose it's will

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I responded to your sunshine warmth

so soon my girlhood unfolded for you

simplicity welcomed, it was no mere show

perhaps now only in fragrance true

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Swayed by a breeze, it was my foolish pride

which wafted my sweet scent away from you

you, who had divided for me my petals

to effect only a tease to another's view

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It ought to have been you, my darling love

who had crushed my naiveté, passion's pain

and threw down my softness upon the ground

lovely though folded now, 'gainst the driving rain

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Breeze carry again my fragrance to you

but be not too tender, nor gentle me so

you caused my surrender to that so brutal

whose bruising desire would not let go

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Flower encaptured but only to you

belongs my blush, which was my earliest trove

holds yet perfume which doesn't lie nor pretend

crushed now by another who holds not my love.

Pillar of peace

THE PEACE PILLAR

I am the pillar of peace, your hopes

the veil that would hide is not solid

nor the sky brass that there's no way through

or are all men's hearts bound,as with ropes?

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The Pillar of peace is just the promise

the gift itself, all transcendent

don't you see that? what makes men so blind?

the clouds of your minds cause a miss

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Come all you children into the light

but you'll have to crowd together

my rejoicing is roundness, no-one first

this will not be acheived by might

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I pour me down, my peace is for you

why stand you afar off gazing

if only the token carries such hope

what will the reality endue?

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Those who have seen my Pillar of peace

have I not broken through the storm?

I'm calling to you the people come

bathe in my fountain, anger cease

The chestnut tree (tomorrow I am free)

On February 23.1944 Anne Frank wrote in her diary "...from my favourite spot on the floor I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree on whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the seagulls and other birds as they glide on the wind....as long as this exists, I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless skies, while this lasts I cannot be unhappy...."
I read Anne's diary as a 12 year old schoolgirl, it completely changed the way I think about other people, I learned from Anne that all over the world people are the same, no matter about race or colour or culture, they have the same hopes and dreams, the same aspirations, the same failings and weaknesses to be sure. People hurt the same and they can be crushed in the same way.
Anne's voice rises up as the voice of the blackbird does each morning and evening, she has the precious gift of communication, her thoughts and perhaps more inportantly her feelings and in communicating she has the power to change the way people think and treat their fellow human beings.
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When I dwelled upon her diary entry above I was inspired to write a little poem THE CHESTNUT TREE (tomorrow I am free) as a tribute and a salute to Anne by way of saying thank you.
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This my chosen spot

I may lay me down

gaze can only upwards be

filled afresh with hope

which grew upon my chestnut tree

tomorrow I am free

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No clouds in my sky

nor shadow troub'ling me

gracefully glides the seagulls

silvering droplets

sparkling on my chestnut tree

tomorrow I am free

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As long as this is so

and if my eyes may see

my heart cannot the be sad

for me the sun shines

through my glistening chestnut tree

tomorrow I am free.

All about frogs

CHECK OUT THESE AMAZING LINKS

If you love frogs [and you know you do] here are some links that will furnish YOU with all you need to know about our soggy little friends. [above is the wax frog]

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frog

http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/wildfacts/factfiles/483.shtml

http://www.nzfrogs.org/resourced/Kids+Information/KeepingFrogs.html

Old nell's last croak

She were a good old soul her

they simply don't come better

I was squatting right by her side

when an owl came and ate her

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She'd be the first to leap to your aid

shared her gnats with the needy

kind of ironic that she fell prey

to an owl who was just plain greedy

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There was no time to say goodbye, no

nor even a chance to kiss her

e're fate swooped down from the sky

boy I am going to miss her

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She was the best croak in this town

for gossip there was no-one better

to think I was there by her side

when an owl came and ate her.

Freddy the flying frog, not

A frog is not a butterfly

but oh if I had wings

I'd squabble with the sparra's

and do amazing things

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O'er the housetops I would soar

the kids would all point at me

"a bird with a shiny green jacket"

you'd hear them shout with glee.

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Wind beneath keeping me aloft

over dales and fields and streams

the earth below me, what a view!

hovering, me, fulfilling my dreams.

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But leaping from my lilypad

is the closest I will get

to that feeling of heady euphoria

so my dreams I had better forget.