Poem of the Week

Wash Out

Wet grass alas the July scorn
Umbrella world from dawn to dawn

Serve one and dash the drops of rain
as Wimbledon flops once again

A rainbow in the clouded sky
brings hope of courts so damp and dry

Appear the warriors ready to die
in sole pursuit of a winning tie.

(No longer applies to Centre court)

Poem of the Week

"MORK" THE PRINCE OF ALL CATS

You show me that your hurting
I see it in your eyes
Your fate is etched upon your face
Time has drifted time wont wait

Look back on all the highs
The bright and sunny days
For your lot has been so precious
You've helped me through my days
You'll always be in my memories
until my dying day.

Goodbye my friend.

Poem of the Week

Twinkle of Twilight

Your heart is hotter than the sun so bright
Your smile singles out each ray of light
Your friends elate at your sparkling sight
As you dance all day and into the night
With every move you express delight
For only you can excite and ignite
‘The Twinkle of Twilight’

Poem of the Week

THE LATE St WALBURGES.

High above the Christian flock stood a church upon a rock
Its rose above the floating clouds as it spiraled up towards the sky.
It raised the hopes of all its people as it cast a shadow over its flock.

Alas the challenge came from above. “The church should close it is no good”
“It doesn’t fit it is to grand, a small breezeblock church is to be planned”

Uproar amongst the City folk and they all stood up and began to croak.
“You can’t shut the church “ what can this mean?
We must all write to the Pope and the Queen”.

The Bishop considered once again he agreed that to shut this church was quite obscene.
But in his mind he had no clue on how to save even a single pew.

Up stood a man who had a vision.
He said “although it is not my decision
I’d develop the land and rent it out
for surely this is better than to sell it for nowt”

The Bishop thought all day and thought all night.
Was this advice wrong or was it right?

At last he awoke from his state of confusion
.
“A mosque will be built and that’s my final conclusion “

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Picture by Maria Zeidan









THE ROAD OF LIFE

I Was lost
but then i saw a pair of eyes
which led me to explore

I found a road not made of dreams
but a road where clarity
so clearly gleamed

I left my road so filled with pain
a road that twisted with physical strain

I found my road beyond the trees
beyond the cold and echoing breeze

Now as i wander along this road
away from life so filled with strife

I know i have but one remain
my memories etched upon my brain
and from these stains i will but gain
for i shall not make mistakes again.

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THE MEETING

I tried to box off my love and affection
in a chamber within my heart
But your vision is such that my
suppressed feelings are ignited

You are now swamped by another
a child and domestic life
your spirit is still young and ambitious
you still possess the power to caste such spells
which capture my emotions

To see you makes me sad
My joy is sunk
for I cannot release my longing
into actions and commitment
to obtain my desire

I seek for what i have not known
and long for what love i could have shown

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POSSESSED

Stare through my sea blue eyes,
Pierce the senses which i strive to mask.
Control me and dictate my longing
Rip apart my predicted path
Pull me towards your abyss alas.

I will, cannot protect myself
from fate dictated by your charms
I am yours , I am disarmed.