Wires of Information

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 03:44:58 GMT

You bring me information
and that's a plus for me,
you are the very implement
that could set the whole world free,
for truth in great abundance
can zoom quickly through your wire
arming the oppressed with facts,
that...

My Temperature

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 03:08:46 GMT

My temperature rises
as the day progresses,
so does my temper,
for something somewhere
is not treating me kindly,
things are missing,
where are my glasses,
where is my pen?
I am not able to concentrate.
Is there a malevolent spirit
or a sprite choosing to have fun
at my expense?

I do not take kindly
to such treatment,
I expect more than jokes
at my expense.
I expect life to smile on me,
or at least leave...

Two Red Leaves

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 13:23:13 GMT

Two red leaves adorn the cherry tree,
shining beacons against green,
colourful brilliant splendour
brightening a grey day,
yet, my spirit sinks at this
harbinger of autumn
which signals summer's demise,
a summer which was too late coming,
too eager to depart.

I pine for the warmth of a sun
reluctant to smile,
hidden from view by constant cloud,
yet I thank God for the rain,
for I will never feel thirst
that cannot...

Dabble Not

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 03:23:16 GMT

Dabble not in dangerous ideologies,
nor in criminal activities,
do not follow
the seemingly attractive path
of extremism which would bind you
as a brother and spew you out
as a sacrifice.

Such pursuits
may offer temporary satisfaction,
a feeling of belonging
but as a rat who gnaws a cat's tail,
you will feel the wrath
turn against you
and wish you had chosen a different path.

Chinese Proverb:

The Root of Evil?

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 03:58:33 GMT

Not shakespeare friends - just a bit of fun todaywritten for today's challenge

Money the root of evil?
I don't think that is true,
it's not so much the money
but more what people do.

I'd like the opportunity
to spend a fortune my way,
I'd draw up a plan of action
to adhere to every day.

I would then form a committee
of those I trust...

A Summer Breeze

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 03:40:23 GMT

A gentle summer wind blows playfully
ruffling hair and playing hide and seek
through the ruined temple
as I stare into the distance
across a dark turquoise sea
and imagine you walking still
along the golden shore of youre homeland,
waiting.......

Pencils

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 03:40:08 GMT

Attractive multicoloured pencils lie
ready for taking,
each child decides which one to take,
each an artist in the making.

Why is it these pencils delight us all
with colours bright and varied,
yet people of a different hue,
are misunderstand and often viewed as alien?
...

Colliery Band

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 03:54:51 GMT

Ellington Colliery Band, U.K.

I feel the camaraderie
as we walk aong the street,
playing Sousa marches,
with clicking smart clad feet.

Our colliery is closed now,
and we are out of work,
but it is not our nature
in the shadows of defeat to idly lurk.

We...

Evening

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 03:41:15 GMT

The air is warm and still,
air a mellow gold,
hushed tranquillity surrounds me
like a soothing lullaby.
I hear your voice in a lone bird's cry,
sense your smile in the setting sun,
fell your love surround me
as subsiding daylight dies.

Connection

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 02:55:31 GMT

A glint shone in his eye,
he gave a contented sigh,
a motel glided into view,
our eyes met briefly,
enough to feel -
connection.

Click

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 02:54:02 GMT

Click! Off goes the light,
entombed in oppressive darkness
I feel fear.

What lurks in a room,
friendly until a second ago?
Look around!

Slowly eyes adjust,
nothing visible but shadows.
I feel fear.

Listen intently
to every bump and creak.
Look around.

A strong presence,
fills the room.
I feel fear.

Common sense vanished
until morning light.
Look around.

Dawn peeps through...

Bright Moonlight - Villanelle

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 03:05:19 GMT

Bright moonlight casts long shadows near,
and night sky wears her sequined dress,
as through tall palm trees stars appear.

I would my love were also here
to share these wonders, I confess,
bright moonlight casts long shadows near.

Where is the one I hold so dear?
I long to feel his sweet caress,
as through tall palm trees stars appear.

His voice no longer can I hear,
onerous silence starts to press,
bright moonlight casts...

Iceland

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 02:17:32 GMT

Mountain tops peep through cotton wool clouds,
thick white carpet stretched below.
Bright sun shines in a sapphire blue sky.
My heart sings with the land below,
now covered in pristine ice and snow.

Warm spring water in a blue lagoon,
inviting, enveloping, soothing soon.
Landscapes of plains, lakes and hills,
mountains, rocks crevasses, rills,
tectonic plates which meet and menace.

Intriguing welcoming, fascinating land.
Hot mud...

If You Think........

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 03:13:20 GMT

If you think my poem is poor and useless,
that is your opinion,
I would rather you felt more positive
but it matters little
for I write from the heart
and do not contrive to sound
greater than I am.

What gives you the authority
to offer your acerbic thoughts,
you would have done well
to have been taught by my mother,
who always instructed,
"If you can't speak good of someone,
don't bother to comment."...

Midnight Clock

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:28:24 GMT

In the iridescent glow of
time's midnight hour,
green clock digits tumble
forward endlessly through time,
as memories continuously
flood my sleepless mind.

I see again long summer hours
of carefree childhood days,
woodlands and meadows
where excited school friends played.
Later, I hear words of love
whispered down the years, and long
to turn the remorseless clock back to long ago.
But forward relentlessly click...

Who Sat There?

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 03:04:44 GMT

Picture is the Roman amphitheatre in Orange, France.

Who sat on your stone seats
watching ancient plays?
Were they the ruling conquering class
or the subjugated plebeian hoards
who for a time could forget reality
and enjoy...

I Long to.....

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 03:15:21 GMT

I long to walk
along your white sands,
to greet surfers skimming breakers,
see the wonders
of nature's mysteries,
feel the heat of your sun,
and to join in
your barbeque fun,
but I will never see
your Penguin Island,
your tall Needles
standing guard
off the south coast,
nor will I hug a
cuddly Koala,
nor hear opera in Sydney,
although the image of
it's iconic buiding
is imprinted on my mind....

You ~ A One Sentence Poem

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 02:40:39 GMT

The radiant sun cannot compare
to the brightness of your smile
which like summer weather
bathes my life in a warm glow
which only you,
with your peaceful happy spirit
envelops me in
whether winter or summer
for none can compare
with the constancy of
your love.

Written for today's challenge in A Choice of Challenge which is to write a one sentence poem

Daisies

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:46:50 GMT

A million daisies immobile stand,
until in unison turning west,
each golden eye follows the setting sun,
anxiously observing night's bright stars
until the golden sphere appears
at morning's first welcome rays.
Daisies then stand erect and tall -
bright flora soldiers on parade.

You - an etheree

feeds@yuku.com (Jean Lewis) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 13:19:25 GMT

You,
like sun
brighten day;
night vanishes
across horizons.
Basking in your warm smile,
my heart soars like a songbird.
Long may we journey together
in comradeship along paths of hope
where the radiance of your being shines.

Jean Lewis, Administrative