Wickedness

WICKEDNESS

(A Haiku)

Wickedness is bad

And yet wickedness is fun

We wrestle with it
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                          beloavaan

DIGITAL DREAMING

In days gone by the little children

Gazed at picture-books.

They could tell an artist's work

By the artificial looks.

I never, for one moment, puzzled

Over illustrations;

They were, clearly, quite unreal,

Portraying situations

Which pretended to happen in Fairyland,

Or underneath the sea.

A line was very clearly drawn

Between them and reality.

Now, however, the fantasies

Seem like the genuine article;

The digitisation has progressed

To every little particle,

So that only an adult can, at once,

Recognise the sleight of hand;

We seem to have an era

Of reality on demand.

But I wonder about the children,

The ones of three or four,

Who gaze at videos and such,

Which most of them adore.

Take the picture up above;

It appears to speak the truth,

And I wonder how I'd have looked at it

If I'd seen it in my youth.

Would I have seen a photograph

Of somebody in mid-air

Held up by a bright bunch of balloons,

Seemingly dangling there?

And would I have thought it possible,

A delightful thing to do,

And would I have thought that, one day,

I'd like to do it too?

Imagination is wonderful,

To be encouraged in all,

But I worry about the children;

How do they see it all?

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A Bridge

 A BRIDGE

Not of earth or sky

A bridge allows us to be

Elevated yet secure

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WAKE-UP CALL!

On his death-bed Arthur lay, all still and white

And they doubted if he'd even last the night.

Neighbour, Family and Friend

Said 'Poor Arthur! It's the end!'

For his chances of recovery were slight.

Then he smelt a quite familiar kitchen-smell!

It was something he remembered very well!

A cookie smell for sure!

It came wafting through the door!

A smell that all through life had rung a bell!

Arthur stirred himself and rose up in his bed;

'I must eat a final cookie!' Arthur said,

And he shuffled down the hall

Keeping steady by the wall,

Hanging on to life by just the merest thread!

In the kitchen, though his hand began to shake,

He decided which hot cookie he would take;

But his wife's voice rent the air.....

'Arthur Hudson! Don't you dare!

Don't you think of touching those! They're for the wake!'

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Morning Dew

                                                  Vizoli

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MORNING DEW

(A Haiku)

A gift from the night

Jewels scattered on the grass

Soon to disappear

and

An Acrostic for good measure because I felt like it!

MORE MORNING DEW

Magical moisture from the sky
On the grass see the dewdrops lie
Rippling as the breezes blow
Night-time's gift to us below.
Iridescent pearls that shimmer
Numberless drops that gleam and glimmer

Gaily dancing see them appear.
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Dewdrops! Each like a tiny tear
Evening does not boast such treasures;
Welcome to one of life's morning pleasures.

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                  Jinsky

ONE OR THE OTHER

In heat or chill our world will end;

Some day, we know not when.

We only know that it will die.

It will be all over then.

We puny little human things

Will burn or we will freeze;

The deserts will take-over,

Or else the icy seas.

The final leaves that drift on down

Will be brown and scorched and charred,

Or else they will be shards of ice,

Brittle and blue and hard.

By red or white we'll be consumed,

As though we have never been,

So let us cherish what we have,

Rejoicing in the green.

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Puzzlement

BLUE MONDAY

PUZZLEMENT

So China sets about making things

And does it with a will!

But I've a funny feeling

There's been a bit of over-kill!

By manufacturing everything

And paying workers poorly

China's affected other countries

And they've suffered sorely.

Factories have closed down

In countries in the West.

'Let's leave it all to the Chinese

Because they do it best.'

But all the millions of unemployed

Have little money to spend!

And that is bound to hurt 

The Chinese people in the end.

If noone buys the Chinese goods

Exports will simply stop

And then the Chinese wages

Will drop and drop and drop.

We sink or swim together,

Co-operation's best.

It's no good being self-centred

And ruining all the rest.

I know nothing of finance;

My case may not be strong.

But it seems to me that, somewhere,

We've got the whole thing wrong!

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                                                           Brenda Bryant     

PROMISE

(A Haiku)

Now we see the sky

And the green grace of the leaves.

Soon will come the grapes.

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PS

Rebecca and her husband and son spent a lovely day at Jimmy's Beach earlier in the week. She took a lovely set of photos, which it is a joy to share.

Brian's private Paradise

Good to be alive.

Sand between Blake's toes.

Breeze-blown Rebecca.

Playing porpoises.

Bliss for Banjo.
(Becca AND the beach!)

Meadows

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MEADOWS

Fields are merely fields

Meadows are graciously green

And stretch for ever

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CHARMING!

Snake-charming is an ancient art

That you must approach with care.

A snake-charmer in a jungle

Had better, indeed, beware.

If you take your flute and play it

Where the jungle leaves are green,

You may get more than you bargain for,

Even though snakes can't be seen.

As soon as you play the first note

The snakes will raise their heads,

Darting out tongues with interest

As they laze in their leafy beds.

Slowly they'll lift their bodies,

Sinuously and then hiss,

In their special  reptile language

'Brothers! What is this?'

As you play your initial number,

They'll all decide to meet,

And, sliding through the jungle,

They'll end up at your feet.

At first you'll be delighted

That you  are playing well,

And that an entire population

Is under your musical spell.

You'll even enlarge your repertoire

Moving on to a jig,

Not noticing that the crowd of snakes

Is growing rather big!

Soon you'll be surrounded

By an absolute multitude,

And every snake has one thing in mind...

'Let's taste this strange new food!'

I wont go into details about your horrible demise!

Let's just say that charming snakes

Can prove to be unwise!

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