25 February 2024
WHEN I THINK ABOUT MYSELF
14 February 2024
IF A SEAGULL CAME
1 February 2024
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
31 January 2024
A DISTANT SCENE
Let me dream about you
While sailing away towards the sunset
Let me gaze into the twilight
With mind undazed by its golden kiss.
The tranquil mood of the sphere
Is hearkened by the moon rising above.
I'm enamoured by its alluring light;
Softly touching my bassinet of dreams.
Will you meet me on this quiet night?
That gently tucked me in a zephyr's bliss.
I heard your voice from a distant scene
Whisked by the wind in a whisp'ring swirl.
The sunset lingers on this summer night
Where strands of wisp clouds floating in the sky
Resplendent in its aureate robe
Like a crown that illumines the throne.
©️ Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 31 January 2024
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30 January 2024
IN SEARCH OF DEAD MOMENT
28 January 2024
SAVE ME OH LIGHT
26 January 2024
I LOVE THE SUNBURNT COUNTRY
My Country – I love a sunburnt country
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
Dorothea Mackellar
25 January 2024
AUSTRALIA DAY 2024
20 January 2024
PETS
JENNY,
a golden fish,
died of unknown cause, sadly.
She lived in a Fish tank at home.
Marco was so upset.
Her mate,
old Jeremy,
feeling lonesome, was let go
into the big water to live
with all other fishes.
It's not
easy to bid
goodbye to Jenny and her
mate Jeremy, so dear to us.
It's a teary farewell.
Pets of
any kind do
give us joyful company.
They're a part of us, every day:
Their presence is a gift.
©️ lcd
21 January 2024
Pensee Poetry
14 January 2024
DAYDREAMING IN WINTERLAND
9 January 2024
ENNUI
DREAMTIME TRAVEL
8 January 2024
TO FRED and MARY
(A dedication)
Excitement contained, cool as a cucumber.
Prim and proper, her finesse defines -
The person she is, of humble upbringing.
Who'd think, she'd meet a prince -
In the guise of a man, undercover extraordinaire?
He pitted her attention, nonchalant of her forebears.
A headstrong prince, a down to earth maiden;
Bound by destiny, blessed in holy matrimony.
The kingdom rejoiced, the people jubilant!
A happy loving Monarch, a charming Crowned Prince;
A faithful Crowned Princess, noble in her dreams.
Along came the heirs; the kingdom reigns.
Elations on the air; anticipations growing.
Great news waves magic, the world stands still.
Hail to the new King; Hail to the new Queen.
May their love rule; may they reign long!
©️ LEAH C DANCEL
Copyright ©️ 9 January 2024
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#ILAMAGAZINE
#parataxisinpoetry
7 January 2024
ADORATION of the MAGI
27 December 2023
RAINBOW
24 December 2023
HIS JOURNEY ENDS
23 December 2023
THE FEATHER OF
A whiff of tears dropped from my eyes
To see two feathers lying on the ground.
A thought wandered back home...
Who could've plucked you
beneath the wings?
I heard a voice as carried by the wind.
How could it be when the season is sultry?
And not a breeze came wafting by ...
A clear hush sound whispered a reply:
"I was blown down from nowhere
For I couldn't fly; my wings are clipped.
My time on earth has ceased.
My journey in heaven's sealed."
The other feather still battling on;
Holding on, yet weak; strength dwindling.
For how long will his anchor hold?
The tempest's ferocious, will he prevail?
The feather of life gives power to wings:
To soar in the sky; to fly o'er the storms.
To overcome adversities
To protect its domain.
I looked up high where clouds roll by.
Two feathers glide gently on each side.
The rain fell down, their spirit yield.
Rest in peace in your eternal home.
©️ Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 24 December 2023
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