haven't lived if life hasn't
hurt you a little.
Winter Solstice - to the light
Dwindling light
a dying sun
as the days grow shorter - what is happening to the giver of life
the torch to guide the hunt
the bringer of our food
and the mother of our crops!
The symbol of life and hope for the coming winter months is dying!
Honoured and worshiped,
the sun is our God
we respect. - we show great devotion!
When comes the winter solstice
that a season of celebrations
the shortest period of sunlight
the longest of all nights,
so comes there an end
as well as a beginning.
The cycle of birth,
death and rebirth
earth’s rotations and seasonal markers
each season being a vital part of lifes 'wheel',
circling
coming and going
giving to
and taking away!
The winter solstice,
look forward to the days of sunlight
re-birth through light
come the days of plenty.
Let us celebrate with fire
feasting and drinking!
Burn the logs
decorate with ever-greens
bring mistletoe
pines and holy - let our community celebrate!
Through kinship
a survival.
Through sunlight
a re-birth.
...look forward to the light!
(Tanka) The Future
Yesterday I wished
it was tomorrow - and now
it is! Today is
the future, so let us make
today match yesterday's wish!
Christmas concert
A Decembers church on the edge of Cornwall,
built of Cornish stone
and built by Cornish men.
To a carol concert,
overcoats a must,
a cushion - protection against the hard church pews.
replete with ladies of a certain age.
Grey hair,
pearl necklaces
sparkly black outfits.
Each hold a folder
complete with the running order
and the words of the carols to be sung,
despite being engraved on their hearts.
Many sporting colourful spectacles
on beaded chains
to read the words
to sing the carols
to commence the Christmas period...
On my departure,
this non-believer...
thanks the lord for the cushions!
I'd love to be able to retire
I'd love to be able to retire
without Putin setting fire
to the world and all we know
from his bunker in Moscow
not to hear the heavenly choir
from a world left in a mier
as climate change abounds
our stupidity astounds
and how can there be no work
in the dark those millions lurk
but with millions with no jobs
and politicians with big gobs
nobody's paying tax
'chance for pension's looking lax...
but I'd love to be able to retire
in a place - somewhere to aspire
kids not armed with knives
but with skills to build their lives
so world wait 'til I retire
with my wife; we'll never tire
down in Cornwall having fun
our life's labours having done
and when our days run out
we together at rest no doubt
and with Putin awaiting his grave
and the climate yet to save
and politics still in a mess
and "AI" our God: I guess
and no jobs at all are left
...we won't feel bereft!
Questions which arise whilst on a train
Am I sat still whist the world flies by me?
Why don't the clouds move - everything else seems to?
Maybe the clouds are just tears in a blue canvas?
Why is the track side going by faster than the distant hill tops?
Why is that child happy whilst the people having to stand seem so miserable?
Are we in a race with those cars?
Do the sun's rays want to be turned into electricity?
Is the right side of the train going faster than the left?
Do the arms of those pylons ever get tired?
Do those cows ever get tired of eating grass?
And why am I tired having been sat down for only an hour?
How new are all those 'new' cars?
How do seagulls hang in the sky?
And I wonder who lives in that big house?
...are we there yet?
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