I made the rising moon go back
behind the shouldering hill,
I raced along the eastern track
till time itself stood still.
The stars swarmed on behind the trees,
but I sped fast at they,
I could have made the sun arise,
and night turn back to day.
......
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They are the hidden treasures which lies
Deep within each and everyone of us
When we take the time to mind them we will find
That they are more precious than diamonds
Ideas which may seem insignificant
Has tremendous power within them
They are the genesis the initiation the foundation
Of all invention and everything which
......
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
......
At the bottom of my garden
There's a hedgehog and a frog
And a lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath a log,
There's a baby daddy long legs
And an easy-going snail
And a family of woodlice,
All are on my nature trail.
There are caterpillars waiting
......
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
......
It occurs to me.
That while I sit at this bar with a smile on my face because of the small conversations of old timers, the owner and the bartender.
I am overwhelmed by the beauty of life.
It kills me to know these times won't always be.
As I sit here at the end of the bar, and watch the interworking's of everyday people,
it's easy to see how truly special each of their lives are,
and they have no idea...
Dinner each day
The time slowly passes
Four round plates
Two pairs of glasses
Together each day
Never unfurled
Sharing what we had to say
About the world
When summers heat
......
Past lives come and go
People and moments slip away
Sometimes new ideas and hope sink below
As time marches on and trudges through the snow
The ones that really matter stay
Past lives come and go
Things get lost and slip away in the flow
Things you love seem to fade away
......
Same to you which you give me.
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вбирає тіло дні
не мов про це мені
на стеблах лун ще пуп’янки та роси
і м’ячик серця скаче по покосах
втікаючи від голочок стерні
глибокоденніє
та
топить далі дні
і те що струни рвуться насупроти
то бАйдуже
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