the secret

 Chagall

the secret

it was all over the papers
the national news
who would have thought 
it might have been her…
it caused quite a stir…

why did she do it
said he
butter wouldn’t melt
said she

would not hurt a fly
never say die
kept a clean house
but never a spouse
don’t understand why…

how could she do it
said she
kindness itself
said he

all a great front
to pull off such a stunt
a lady of leisure
who gave us such pleasure
ne’er asked wherefores or why…

how did she do it
said she
it might have been me
cried he

she baked him a cake 
with chocolate on top 
sweet sherry to drink
their glasses would clink
they knew to make merry…

where did she do it
said she
right by the lake
said he

rustling reeds 
summer breeze
would he go on his knee?

if he’d not ask 
then death by chocolate be…

when did she do it
questioned he
right there and then
did answer she

when he fell over
the would-not-be lover
slept his last sleep
in meadow’s green grass
where no one would pass
and
curled up in his arms
he succumbed to her charms
they slept close as lovers
and no one discovered
no sound of alarm…

why did she do it
said he
her pure heart was broken
said she

it was all over the papers
the national news
who would have thought
it was her
and it caused quite a stir…

dream's dreamer

life

life

in the shade of a tree

a flower grows

where your blood flowed

and

left a lake

for all to see

red was the earth

when you fell

blackened  now

and 

all there is of what was your life

is a simple flower

in the living hell

a reminder

of the power

in

the

strife….

…that took your life

green woman 3

green woman 3

winter's coming

winter’s coming

the moon to the half

bright morning star

whispers that winter’s not  far

the year’s on the turn

and

clouds race

storm driven

rising sun roseate

on the edge

of their billowing form

 chill wind from the north

I hear the first bird

on the wing to the sea

carrying forth

memories of love

of  all that there was

and yet is to be

age striven

as

branding waves on the rocks

tell the time of my days

my spirit is young

my body is old

hears

whispers that winter’s not far

that

my life’s on the turn

love’s love is given

and

yearning to be

with the birds

that glide free

o’er

the

deep

of

the

sea

buddha for a friend

veil of tears

conflict

conflict

there is no time

when rockets scream

when the bombs fall

and

bullets hiss

missiles roar

grenades explode

and

fires rage

there is no time

to sleep or dream

there is no time

but watch to keep

when

the sun sets

the moon appears

stars agleam

there is no time

for rest

 but

pray  at best

for one day more

and

the longing for home

for the ones you love

tears in your heart

and

all that you have

is your life on the line

and

your gun by your side

grenades in your pockets

and

you hide with your mates

and

wait till the dawn

to fire

to kill

for peace

more bullets

and

rockets

there is no time

in warring days

in conflict

where no gentle ways

will find the path

to

peace

for

all

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