Day: July 31, 2016

A camera

The eye is not a  camera taking shots
Our mind affects  the aspect we  perceive
And what it feels important it allots
Gives grace or  hatred ,causes us to grieve.

When we  live in fear,we see the worst
We see disgrace or ruin as our fate
As if our self  for horror has great thirst
So all the little details we collate

Yet when we  love, we see before us joy
The flowers sing, the birds dance in  the air
We see no evil  nor with  hatred toy
All aspects of  our world appear more fair.

We see not what is there,we see our self
To learn ,we must employ our own mind’s wealth

I’m not “English”

I’m not “English”, I’m  like you, unique.
Categories patriotic  I critique.
Like all the folk who dwell  upon this isle.
I’ve Celtic bones  yet Danish  is my smile.
An Indian,a  Jew  some call “astute”
Norman,Viking, mixed up in physique.
I’m not ” English”

I don’t want to injure  more all those
Who’re mocked until they lose their  sweet repose
A mixture of genetics   aids design
We’re just one species in this world malign.
We’re  here because two loving  persons  chose
To   share their minds and bodies all unclothed.
I’m not “English.”

Shall I compare  all others with my rule?
Shall I measure and deploy more tools?
God himself made folk from clay and air
Gave  to us this world  so strange yet  fair
I  do not wish to be an English fool
But seek to understand and to be schooled
I’m not “English”

Against sadness

These are exercises as I am new to this form.

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Against  sadness:no-one here must weep
Nor lounge  about in melancholy deep
Was Van Gogh senseless to permit  his muse.
For  even masterpieces  ,was the price too steep?
We see the yellow chair  but not his views
Nor his  mind where technique made great leaps.
Nor was his journey broadcast on the news.
Against sadness.

Happiness  or joy is hard to find
When we rest, the News preys on our minds
Yet some are  cold  towards the slaughtered priest
His nose a beak of bone  in old  face   lined
Now Muslims go to Mass and join Christ’s feast
Against sadness.

What rages in the mind make men  kill thus?
In Syrian wars  the  innocents fare worse.
But these are our near neighbours so we weep
And wonder how to end the  frightening curse
The sins we once committed hold us deep
We  hold our hands out wanting to be nursed
Against sadness