Where the lake meets the quaint red roofs
Where the water is chill fresh despite intense July heat
Where cloud hangs as if tied atop mountain high
Is the imperious Lago di Garda
As the Peler bounds relentless until it finds the Ora in fine fettle winning the day like the plume of a freshly boiled kettle
The windsurfers and kite surfers enter their domain only too willing to jump on the nature train
Take me there
Let my heart rule my head
Let it’s beauty win the day
Let Lago di Garda have the final say
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 9:50 AM UTC
I have been there
A paradisiacal spring
Abloom of my senses
Affaire du cœur
She wandered inside
tiptoeing her way
Striding even
inside my garden of eden
Just the once for a month or so
weightless inertia
took over our souls
but we were there
To replicate is impossible
Our waters they rippled
We got drunk at the inn of love
We got severely tippled
Martyn Grindrod
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
Splendid soldier you
I'm merely your descendant
barely fit to footstep follow
I'm discipled , My kindred hero
Foreign soils desperately dank
Churchillian's major tactical outflank
Death by bulleted blight
******* German bight
Evil eradication in Holland's nether land
Liberation free , Guaranteed
Twas his life he gave
Home to a war hero's grave
Death knell to heroic soldier blue
And maybe I'm a tad bitter 'tis true
My Blood lost his life to a gameplan
After all what's a medal without the man
Martyn Grindrod
In remembrance Sunday my tribute to my Grandad
William Fred Grindrod
20/12/1918 - 30/11/1944
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Sing me joy
shrill bill o' yellow
'neath night sky red
tune my feathered cello
Liven that hawthorn tree
with it's yearly bloom
lift the melancholy
make happiness from gloom
The warbled delight
of a morning song
sing blackbird that tune
from dawn til dusk long
Martyn Grindrod
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Wife of mine
What see shine
gemstone glow
finger left four
A vows, a vow
spoken, set in stone
A promise unbroken
never needing atone
A milestone me and you
i can unequivocally say
a quarter of a century
not one less nor more a day
years five past
ten amore
fifteen adore
A score i beseech
Anniversary silver reach.
Martyn Grindrod
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
The fondness I feel
for her with the sweet disposition
enlivened a slumber inside of me
her serene voice of velvet twee
It called her name
It shouted mountain high
It whispered meadow low
it wandered in on shrill wind blow
Up, down my valley's it blew
Through peaks and troughs it knew
It sighed , It groaned on a grassy dew
My fondness found sweet dispositioned you
Martyn Grindrod
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Atop fathomed abyss
glides serenity
the river queen
a picturesque scene
under water surface
the furious pitter patter
to stay afloat
a feminine steam powered boat
This Protected bird
The mere's beauty absurd
Neck long insane
Nature's aquacrane
A swan to swan
curved apart
a beacon of love
an emblazoned heart
Martyn Grindrod
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Archipelago of fire
Beautiful muchness high admire
Mediterranean sunset, Silvery moon
shallow drift of a blue lagoon
biblical , roman citadel
Rabat rabbit , Mdina befell
allied ally , friend nay foe
Britannia forevermore
Africa, europe nearer unsure
Divided ocean's fight it's land
a Country much sought after
beaches of many laughter
Pleasure crafts, weekend a saunter
line up deep blue still
for Malta's high nightlife
St Julian's hip paceville
Little Malta's big on me
three islands ,three cities more
Sunshine eternal burn
'til adventurers return
Martyn Grindrod
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Wife of mine
What see shine
gemstone glow
finger left four
A vows, a vow
spoken, set in stone
A promise unbroken
never needing atone
A milestone me and you
i can unequivocally say
a quarter of a century
not one less nor more a day
years five past
ten amore
fifteen adore
A score i beseech
Anniversary silver reach.
Martyn Grindrod
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
The fondness I feel
for her with the sweet disposition
enlivened a slumber inside of me
her serene voice of velvet twee
It called her name
It shouted mountain high
It whispered meadow low
it wandered in on shrill wind blow
Up, down my valley's it blew
Through peaks and troughs it knew
It sighed , It groaned on a grassy dew
My fondness found sweet dispositioned you
Martyn Grindrod
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC