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Be mindful where your bare feet fall, Fear not the proclaimed poppy tall, Listen not to any demon's call, Try not to drop the fragile ball. Treat others with a heart that's kind, Remember it's your own free mind, Don't be strayed, nor unforgivingly blind, Leave not your conscience far behind. Stand strong and mighty as the elm, Ever mindful that you have the helm, Try not to be too overwhelmed, Many hands will help you in this realm. Tread ever lightly in our plane, Push not against this earthly grain, Cause not you heart unpleasant strain, And upon your path you shall remain.
How many waves have lapped,
upon these golden shores?
Many more than all my heartbeats,
since my first upon a foreign shore.
How many times am I thankful for
this land that’s girt by sea?
Many more times than I have said,
to one as fortunate as thee.
How many times am I reminded,
that this is not my own country?
Not quite as many, as the times,
I remember, my now lost family.
My love and gratitude for this –
the safety and the freedom.
Can never be expressed in words
by one as simple as just me.
But let my actions speak to you
and then perhaps you’ll see.
That all I want is opportunity,
to share my life with thee.
As the city awakens
So do it’s residents.
I sit here and wonder –
Should I join them?
Does it mean I’m crazy?
To want to be uninvolved,
To be outside of normal,
To be completely free.
Is it even possible?
To live free as a bird,
To reject societies demands,
Never make eye contact.
Can one man ever be an island?
Adrift in other peoples conversations,
Walking along-side but never touching
Another persons soul.
Is it easier to conform?
Nod sagely and smile,
Agree when it truly hurts to do so,
Completely forgive and forget.
Maybe so.
Perhaps a little each way.
Give and take.
Don’t get in too deep.
Mum always said –
Everything in moderation.
I always thought
She was talking about food.
Does it make me crazy?
To dream this way,
Or are we all a little crazy…
Every now and then.
Poetry is my aeroplane 