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Quote: Thomas Gray

 

 

Poetry Is words that breathe

 

 

 

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On Sunny Days

 

Black - Mick with windmills 09.10.2010

 

On Sunny Days

 

 

It must be said, has to be confessed

It’s on sunny days that I love the lowlands best

The unending brilliant green where cream cows graze

Off in the distance hanging, the downy soft of a misty haze

 

Standing gazing, the weathered gnomes of yesteryear

Faces lifted to wherever the fickle wind may steer

Thatched coats browning as they warm in the gentle sun

Like creatures from the damp earth, freshly sprung

 

poppies amongst the green

 

Hundreds of little girls dressed in red, peeping

Through green curtains from the beds where they’ve been sleeping

Poppies playful amongst the nettles and the green

Smile and giggle, sing and dance, whenever they are seen

 

Beautiful flirting ladies curtsy to each other

Until they are plucked and taken to the ball by some ardent lover

Gowned in pinks and yellows and purples and every colour in between

Fields of tulips are amongst the loveliest sights ever seen

 

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Skies are kissed and left blushing pink

A beautiful canvas stretched as the stars fade and sink

A sleepy morning sun rises slowly to cover the rift

The early riser grateful to be given such a gift

 

black Windmill in the Mist

 

 

Hopping among the flower boxes with which every house is dressed

Little birds are busily feathering their nests

Stopping to trill and sing as they explore, never at rest

Geraniums and roses and daisies, against windows pressed

 

Shimmering leaves of white cloth catch a whispering breeze

As they float, bobbing across meadows like they were seas

Little boats with sails aloft rise above the green

Surreal and tranquil and ever serene

 

Canals are spun across landscapes like silver thread

An intricate maze, a spiders wandering web

Taking the boatman where ever he may choose

Along whose peaceful banks fishermen snooze

 

Through forests and meadows and down ambling lanes

Barrel two wheeled chariots with grandma frames

Along busy cobbled city streets he works and plays

The fiets is king of the kingdom, forever and always

 

black john keats summer days

 

 

The forests are green in the month of June

The scent of the sea drifts beckoning over the dunes

Giant seagulls call in ancient language to their young

Songs that for a millennia have been sung

 

Little princes build their castles down on the sand

Maidens bathe and minstrels play, while lovers stroll hand in hand

Here tired souls come to let go and fly free

Down by the waters of the ever changing, ever rolling, sea

 

black 12.And the sun is going down slowly

 

Waves crashing along the shore

The late setting sun proclaims the summer once more

Fire descends, burning into the sea

And the winds of change are set tumbling free

 

Autumn is a magnificent scene as old leaves fall

Their scent fills the air as trees bare their all

Carpets laid down of orange and gold and red

The comforting rustling sound of joy at every tread

 

Warm and Cozy, so lazy at a summer days end

Companions with whom to laugh and share and lend

Tales are told as bread and bitterballen and pints of beer are sought

Here Gezellig is not just a word, it’s a life philosophy that’s taught

 

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But cold winter days can be gezellig too

Outside snow falling, covers and presents a clean, soft view

While inside a fire crackles and laughter fills a room

Wine and merry conversation making every cheek glow and bloom

 

Like a gleaming crystal chain of silver and grey

That some giant plucked from his neck and threw away

The canals are resplendent where frozen they lay

Echoing calls as skaters twirl and play

 

black 10 - Mick skating

 

 

Gentle rain soothes as it falls in gossamer sheets

Knocking gently at the windows through which it peeps

While inside candles burn flickering, long and low

And homes become havens of colour, warmth and repose

 

 

black Mick the guitar Man

 

 

But then when grey clouds clear and golden rays shine through

Suddenly the world outdoors looks fresh and new

Tulips flirt, birds sing, and old gnomes stand tall

And the sea keeps beat, playing along with it all

 

Sails unfurl, fishermen snore

As the webs of silver invite and entrance once more

Seagulls call soaring through skies of blue

And sunshine again turns green meadows to a brilliant hue

 

 

black Texel in April 2011 (48)

 

Such days make it impossible not to admit

So I have to give in, it’s too hard to resist

I have to confess, I have to say

I do love the lowlands just that bit more on sunny days

 

 

Rach

2010

 

– for my lowlands guy… Mickey D

who makes everyday a sunny day for me ~ 

 

 

 

 

 


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Tears We Never Shed

Tears quote for word press - skinny

 

 

 

Tears We Never Shed

 

 

 

Some tears we cry but never shed

We just bury them as deep as we can instead

 

Until the day the flood gates open

And we pour out all the grief that was never spoken

 

Grief for all that we’ve seen

For all the hurt

For all of what could’ve been

Pushed down and repressed in our crying heart

Till it over flows and finally bursts apart

 

On that day we spell it out

Give voice to the woe

Put it where it deserves to be

Where it needs to go

 

Sometimes it’s the deepest hurts

The ones we can’t do anything about

That we refuse to look at

We refuse to feel

To cry

To shout

 

But as we say the words and cry the tears

As we feel the pain

We shed our fears

 

With nothing more to hold inside

We can finally breathe

We feel a new wind on our face

Give sorrow a reprieve

 

Like a candle glowing in the dark

Like the day that follows night

We will find the way again

We will find the light

 

Then we can look back

In memory and not in pain

Look back with wisdom at times that will never come again

 

The hurt dissipates once all the tears are gone

And rainbow skies appear

So bright

So clear

 

And your heart moves on

 

 

 

Rach

2011

 

 

Awake! March 2014 “Your Mysterious Tears”

http://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/g201403/your-mysterious-tears/