Is this a holy thing to see.
In a rich and fruitful land.
Babes reduced to misery.
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!
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All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
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I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
O! what sweet company!
But to go to school on a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
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THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
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The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.
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[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. However, it is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a powerful planetary energy junction. My youngest daughter & I were privileged to live on a small holding vineyard in McGregor, for a couple of years, where she attended a small Waldorf (Rudolf Steiner) primary school. Whilst in McGregor I had first close contact with Pleiadian Galactics & their spaceship.]
McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER
Summer’s lost to Sun its host
Winter’s on vines frost boast
whimpering sparse spaces
shivering wrinkled farm workers
deep sleep crinkled most
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haiku 8 : winter
lightning slashed her Heart
tears falling, feet cold crying …
thunder roars laughter
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
2025
haiku : protea 2
RAINBOWY NATION
pink winter mountain foggy
god in Proteus
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Along With The Thunder
Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance
this is time of rattling cracked panes
loose screws
when weather ruled, seemingly profane
warmonger wind howls or laughs
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NOONRAY IN WINTER
Noonray in your navel
a locus for language light
whale wave wishes
in water songs kisses
as July just jokes along
Winter wonder words waffling
storm crown chakra baffling
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