Collection of a few poems

By ukpoet

Wed, 29 Sep 2004

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England and Florida - A short collection of poems
comparing/contrasting Florida &; England.

The following collection is a mix of poems, some previously published,
some unpublished, some written in Florida, some in England and some
while flying between both.

***England in Florida***

Today i heard the call of doves -
(so unexpected this fine morn)
and smiled at memories - fading some -
A quiet English garden - Dawn.

The same blue skies and leafy trees,
a squirrel - grey and scurrying.
That restful calm of starting day
before the world starts hurrying.

"The world is shrinking..." - Is this true?
Perhaps just in our modern minds -
illusions of our modern ways.
A stranger view this traveller finds.

Like two lives lived in parallel,
for if i close my eyes and stare,
my mind's eyes view of now and then
persuade me i am here and there.

i love this land - this old new-world -
so different and the same to me.
How many lives do i now live,
have lived, or yet have lives to be? ...

Poetry Heaven Quarterly (USA) Vol 1 Issue4. Feb 99

***Flagler Sands***

White waves wash
familiar Flagler Sands
and a happy Hunny
serves sunny smiles
with an oyster side-dish.

Me, my Poet-bro
and a whole world of
happiness.

Sharing a taste of
Guinness England
Florida Fish
and an open ocean
that hugs our homelands ...

***Eclipse over Florida***

I watched the moon bleed.
Slowly - a single blood-shot eye
A one-eyed dead-stare
into the cold darkness,
save for the helpless stares of stars.
Like children dumbstruck
as their mother cries before them.
Shocked silence of the night -
no momentary mutterings of
rattling winter leaves.
No commentary given in cricket chirps.

I watched the moon bleed
and a dog howled &;#8230;

***Florida - Wildfires '98 (Contained)***

Florida flames flashed
in a two-minute, world-wide sound-bite,
like an unexpected fire-cracker - yet -
we had choked on smoke and
down-played 'facts' for six slow weeks.

Truths, lies and politics -
as merry media mandarins mouthed,
"Situation contained..."
Disney World - contained,
Sun-soaked beaches - contained,
Tourist-information - contained ...

And as ashen-acres (contained)
raced 5 - 6 - 700ish square miles -
she smiled, "We Sutherners suffer
the cleanest, safest disasters
you ever did see."

Banners waved, trumpets blazed
to jubilant cries of,
"We're on the road to recovery!"

Three died (numbers contained)
One hundred injured (numbers contained)
Three hundred homes gone (numbers contained)
One hundred thousand evacuees (numbers contained)
"Well, they're on the road fer sure..." she smiled.

i wept for the brown trees - sighed and fell -
i wept for the birds - from the skies they fell -
And i wondered how those media planes
were 'unaware' of the forest-folks (contained)
beneath the crowning forest canopies.

"And tell me of Hurricane Andrew," i said...
"21 communities - 400,000 plus population,
Hiroshima-like and 50 folks died."
"Only 50?!" i asked again.
She smiled and whispered, "Contained."

A Poem For You (Poet Project anthology - Wings of Dawn Publications)
Nov '98

***Florida June***

June lazes like an old man,
calm in his casual comfort -
Half-open-eyed, watching clouds.
Heat-hazed heavy days that hang.

Afternoon lightning strikes hard,
like his wife's shout, snapping loud -
Pierces the hot humid air.
Daughter-night calls both to bed ...

***First Flight (home)***

On leaving land -
you roar a graceful growl
and hurl me heavenwards
with such sweet ease.
Where shall we roam
in this vast blue and now?
i smile - i'm going home
across the seas ...

***Apart - a briefest time***

And how shall I dance with trees - my love
without your hands to sculpture me?
Or sing to the softly stars - my life
where we have waltzed and tumbled free?

Come swift - return that we may live
and then can share our world of words
that lovers' hearts and souls combine
to fly upon like wings of birds.

I Hear your call in the deepest nights -
distinct from all the other sounds
of crickets chorused, southern songs
which we have shared - our life we found.

To chase our dream togetherly
and set the world ablaze in awe -
one night, one day, one wishing star
that urges me to crave for more.

And if we touch some other lives,
inspiring but one or two -
then we have shown the world our gift
the longed for love that rings out true.

Cherrybite (Dancing With Trees) October 97

Emotions (USA) Dec 97

***Calling Me Home***

In sunny suthern' fields she lay -
blooms of purple, blooms of white.
And always i'll recall that day,
that early May -
Her green eyes - my delight.

In moonlit moments, there she stood -
sounds of forest, sounds of night.
The smells of grass, of leaves and wood,
and oh so good -
Her green eyes - burning bright.

In laughing lilts she filled the air -
sighs of summer, sighs of trees.
And even though we're far apart,
within my heart -
Her green eyes - part of me ...

Cherrybite (Dancing With Trees) October 97

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