Quadrille String
You plucked the strings of my heart
Carrying a tune like apples in a cart
Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing
Ours was a melody oh so enticing
Days meandered into weeks without dread
Time took its own path on a journey
so well tread
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Green Fold
Moisture absorbing earth, a reward of green;
Cultivars and wild ones rejoicing,
Ensuing a vibrant luscious scene;
Carpeting with a few colour pop ups,
Meadowing, variety to a reward of green;
The colour of trees unassuming,
Unfruited, unflowered, undemanding mein,
Green as grass, green of leafy trees,
The mountains verdant where clouds stop to glean,
Essences of scenes at greening,
Cooling relaxing the eye is, a reward of green.
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An Autumn Fold
What have i heard of Autumn?
Leaves fall, they bare the trees.
What is this Season's anthem?
Colours! brown, orange, red, and
Yellows too; i 've heard of Autumn.
Some poets mourn, some celebrate;
Meeker morns are a humdrum,
But the berry’s cheek is plumper,
Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,
Though now the rose is out of town,
Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn
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Morning Speaks Softly
When overhead sky is blank of cloud,
And morning birds dot its reserves,
Tree branches are sure to observe,
There is no need of noises loud.
And life to witness sunrise is proud;
More breaths are added now to this curve,
Paint all faces to worship and to serve,
When overhead sky is blank of cloud.
Creation wrestlles to discipline its crowd,
Not because they so deserve,
Rather that they may conserve,
There is no need of noises loud.
When overhead sky is blank of cloud,
Another dash of light and dark to swerve
There is no need of noises loud.
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He flew into my plight, bringing
Just the right solution, the right gel,
Sweetening a tired night's dream;
I leave behind, a handsome angel,
Colours so intense are stressful,
One can fall into a pond pel mel,
Like the little adventurous Alice girl,
It's child play like Farmer In The Del;
O fantasy! whose reality are you
To craft such a handsome angel?
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Vampire quadrille
insatiable to warmth and life,
monsters of night bringing strife,
for their cold rapport no sunlight,
only discord to warrant fright,
a click of fangs,
to soothe their pangs,
these bloodthirsty beings of dark,
even the ravens will cry out, hark!
beware the night!
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Solvitur ambulando – A Fold poem
we went through our neighbourhood walking
and praying it was all so natural
no one had to ask another calling
through the telephone what time will we start
it was tradition through our neighbourhood walking
singing praises in the streets on liturgical occasions
pre -covid days were all about scheduling
there was much more projection in our tomorrows
whether we made it through living or dying
then came the disrupter wielding mask and distance
upsetting our neighbourhood walking
Heat Tableau
Why is it today?
my entire soul,
being a-ruffle,
as the rain leaves us,
to scorch and to burn.
victim of climate
changing its wary
ways; hotter than hot,
rainier than wet
days, of yesteryears.
the noisy fan whirrs,
i scribe words to soothe
my new discomfort,
of climate days changed,
and yet still changing,
oh what a challenge.
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Laughter: a fold poem
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon,
For laughter needs no reason
Laugh for you know not soon
The time to be serious comes
All her funny shaping laugh at the moon,
She lingers she hides
She can make a lover's heart swoon
Laughter clears the eyes to see
Tomorrow is merely a disc and a spoon
Running away into imagination
So don't be afraid to laugh even at the moon,
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NOTE: Line one is from Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda
Quadrille - Spin
Come now children sit thee in a circle
I'll spin a yarn, yes i'll tell a tale
No one will leave until i say crick crack
And the story ends.
Tales of dounes and silk cotton trees
And spiders spinning their very finest web
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