Compassion

            Dust of falling towers fills the sky, In disbelief the people stand and stare, While others in a distant land pass by The ruin of their village, stark and bare, The hooded young their weapons hastily fix While people turn their heads in case they see, All human, though they’re not inclined to mix Confirmed, forever enemies to be … Continue reading Compassion

Parasite

Purple flower bush once standing tall Guardian of the entrance way, Tended lovingly since small In a bed of sandy clay. Watched it spread each gentle youthful limb, Watered oft, gave ample food, Glorious colour ‘till the day was dim Swaying gently in reflective mood. Full mature and proud did stately stand, Passers by paused to admire, Shared its flowers with each eager hand Ample … Continue reading Parasite

New Day

  Peeping through the window pane Sunrays give their soft caress Colors like a candy cane Seeking out some soul to bless   Sleepy fingers rub my eyes Then brush silken sheets aside Morning glow a glad surprise Feet in slippers then to slide   Stretching as I haste outside Drinking in the morning joy Singing birds in trees abide Fledglings in their nests so … Continue reading New Day

Mabel

Here’s a poem to challenge your power of prediction. Don’t peep at the end before reading the poem through.   Old Jim lay on his bed of pain The fever chilled his brow, He turned to face his wife again She reached to touch him now   “Remember how old Ned broke out And threw me to the ground, I called you with a hasty … Continue reading Mabel

Gold for Mary

Searching by the riverside for specks of gleaming gold Sluicing through the pebbles and the sand, Hope to make a fortune for it’s here the miner told Nuggets found were bigger than your hand. Back from California when the goldfields ceased to yield, Australia now the land of hoped success, Shanty town now sitting where there once was grazing field, Every miner working under stress. … Continue reading Gold for Mary

The Vagrant

The press of city traffic passes by With hopeful eye she watches as they go More people, should she give another try? Perhaps another coin to her they’d throw But none of them would even spare a glance This ragged miss was standing in their way ‘Till someone special happened there by chance He stood there wondering what it was he’d say What fate had … Continue reading The Vagrant