Happenings
How fine it is to listen to
The voice that speaks within
Tells us of many happenings
Outside ourselves and in
Fleetly runs the silvered horse
His mane as white as snow
Streaming out across his back
By blowing wind made so
In sky the sickle moon does shine
Lighting up the night
Stars twinkle everywhere
Planets in motion move
What Grows
A stream down center lane doth flow
Past cottages with thatched roofs
Weeds either side do grow
Spindly and green
Flowers every colour every shape
Aromas scent the air
Petals scattered on the ground
Potpourri soon will make
Innocence
Children running up and down
Childlike in their innocence
Soon as grown ups they will be
Paradise then lost to them
Forgetting all their magic dreams
Where they could fly so high
Veil of forgetfullness always falls
Auras disappear from their sight
Parents will tell them do not believe
it's all an imaginative scene
You cannot do this nor that
And this they do believe
Dead Fish Smell
Opinions a sacred cow
Like dead fish smell
After a day or two
Yours too
Foster them onto small ones
From an early age
Do this
Do that
Follow my lead
As into hell I you take
Promote What Will You...
Eat all on your plate
So obese you can become
Hate others of different colour race
More warfare create
Such sorry happenings you promote
Opinions will do that
Like judgements too
Wing their way back into your face
Good luck.... need it you will
and so it is.....
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