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again a visitation is made, billowing smoke in the bush
again a visitation is made, billowing smoke in the bush
water bombing dowsing the flames, timber stands charred
water bombing dowsing the flames, timber stands charred
billowing smoke in the bush, timber stands charred
again a visitation is made, water bombing dowsing the flames

soot black tones cover the mountains, summer fires fierce
soot black tones cover the mountains, summer fires fierce
respite not at hand, e'er the blazes keep searing
respite not at hand, e'er the blazes keep searing
respite not at hand, summer fires fierce
soot black tones cover the mountains, e'er the blazes keep searing

an ongoing trail of embers and flares, scarring the terrain
an ongoing trail of embers and flares, scarring the terrain
smouldering ashes left behind, destroying all in their path
smouldering ashes left behind, destroying all in their path
an ongoing trail of embers and flares, destroying all in their path
smouldering ashes left behind, scarring the terrain

summer fires fierce, scarring the terrain
an ongoing trail of embers and flares, e'er the blazes keep searing
respite not at hand, again a visitation is made
soot black tones cover the mountains, destroying all in their path
billowing smoke in the bush, timber stands charred
water bombing dowsing the flames, smouldering ashes left behind
It was past 10 pm
Indian Standard Time
And the score was
Two O Five

Klusener was the launcher
Donald was the Duck

Hansie had the fancy
That he will lift the cup
Seconds ticking
One, two, three, four, five…

Damien Fleming’s the bowler
And he’s known as a troller
Windies was the victim
Eight years ago

Steve Waugh!
The man who made Gibbs drop the cup
Stood there
Like a commander
Klusener like a slaughterer

Yorker’s the marker
To stop the nine runs needed
From the Klusener blade

NOW THE LAST OVER
ONE went for a four
TWO went for a four
Tensions flared up
We are on the proverbial Edge-of-the-seat

Steve stood there
No expression on his face
Hansie's in the pavilion
Like a warrior king

THE THIRD BALL
Damien's running like he do
Yes, bang on target
Klusener's couldn't get it off
Like the way in his earlier knocks off

One run needed in three

Just a recap again

Final over
last pair together
nine to get in six *****
player of the tournament on strike
Successive fours from Lance Klusener
and it was one from four *****

Then came the comedy
for South Africa uniquely in the game's annals
the tragedy of a tie.

Moments before it
Steve Waugh was
As cold as an Iceberg
To the Titanic of South Africa

(To be continued in next part)
1999 Cricket World Cup semifinals match between Australia and South Africa

http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/engine/current/match/65233.html

A match I'll never forget
Once the aggravation is rubbed out
There will be celebrations all about
Democrats holding sway for far too long
The house needing less of these most pesky weeds
They've certainly been a batch of crooked seeds
The Senate and Congress swept clean of trash
Washington having a good riddance bash
Old faces given a last farewell gong
Voting for the elephants is so good
Sprucing up the Capital's neighborhood
Mid term elections start the ball rolling
Americans restoring some order
Taking out the donkey's mass disorder
Will it not be cause for much extolling
Fast Forward

Fast forward because life moves on
We turn the page and our chapters born
The winds of change have finally come
Like a cleansing rain or the morning sun

Fast forward because life moves on
We share our hearts and love once more
Old memories fade and new love lasts
We look forward and never back

Fast forward because life moves on
The heart now healed and scars are gone
The future in focus we see the light
A path now taken to a bright new life

Fast forward because life,
Well because life moves on
Fast forward


Carl Joseph Roberts
If you like, forward to a few collections.
 Oct 2014 Gladys P
Raj Arumugam
1
you come home
and there's bill
(not your friend
but the bill from
your internet provider)
for your cellphone and such

you read your bill
and your son
has to call up the ambulance,
further increasing your bill

2
your 16-year-old daughter
tells you:
"I've got news;
good or bad
depends on how you look
at it: I'm 4-months pregnant -
and before you ask me -
I ******* don't know who"


3
Your grandpa comes back
with his I-just-met-her girlfriend
and she tells you
to move out
and stop sponging on an old man
Your grandpa nods in admiration
and says: "Good on you, girl
I never had the heart to tell him that"


4
The chicken you had for dinner
at the restaurant
(and enjoying which
you went "ooh-wow")
was actually snake meat
topped with dog paws and ears

5
The kid you turned away
in your Scrooge mood
with no treat at the door
stands now at 2 am
beside your bed
with his head in his hands
add your own fright as a comment or post as a poem on your page
 Oct 2014 Gladys P
Dee
Did I hear a knock on my soul’s door?
Could be mistaken, my hearing is not good anymore
Or was it just a tired wind which stopped by to rest
Blown away by a storm and was just catching its breath.

Did I see your shimmering shadow on the floor?
Could be, since my eyes are not as good as before
And if you did come, did you call out my name so softly?
Or play the harp on my hearts strings ever so gently.

That sweet touch that brushed my face with those lips
The way, you tugged at my heart with your gentle finger tips
Linger on…

Then why is it that I hesitate, of your presence am not sure?
Is it wishful prescience, an illusion… a thought conjured?

Graced by age that’s what happens when years pile on silently
It happens to all, as time creeps upon us relentlessly?
The dawn turns to dusk and the rainbow grey
Perhaps…
Your sweet music, touch and the caress had never gone away?

Ah! My failing senses, willful delusions had my perception obscured
There couldn't have been a knock, since I had never shut the door.
Memories, getting old, thoughts
this year the imported ponies
are the ones to beat
as they've got more staying power
in their feet

long distance racing
suits their genetic makeup
over a mile they'll
keep firing up

our horses are sprinters
who can dash
but that style of racing
shall ne'er win the cash
~~~ @ ~~~


hush, hush, hush a bye
while we sing a song
don't you weep
no, don't you cry
we'll help you
to be strong

we're the stars
outside your window
rainbow colored on your sill
can't you see the
curtain billow?
hush a bye now
child be still!

the night is
strumming us a tune
in gold across the galaxy
can't you hear
ol' Billy Moon
playin' his guitar for free?

the stars are your
nighttime blanket
keeping you safe!
don't be scared
chase the baddies
AWAY!

sweet dreams to
you child
the twinkle to keep
you safe
to remind you of
all the love
and memories of

~~~@ TODAY @~~~





(C) Sye
(C) soulsurvivor
Thanks to Sye for her
Patience with me in
Getting this done
And for her lovely words!
It was an honor
Working with her!
a balmy sweet day
the company of palms
caught the rays
with a
sway

blue hues
sliced evenly
through the green fan

Bahama breezes
brought blooming
bitd of paradise
dreams

dreams of footprints
on wet shore

DREAMS

of loving passion
forlorn

~~~ but ~~~
a little more time
a little more time
breezes sigh
pick up
become

WIND

sea begins to chop
sands to sing
air soughs through
the fronds of the
satin spikes
and the entire tree
begins to

SWAY

a dance awed
by forest nymphs
so potent and
courageous
~ yet ~
delicate and fragile

the spiked heads
of the palms
show a
frenzied nod
then a
shake
then they

/// BOW \\

clouds glower
on the
horizontal lines
the joins of
sea and sky
rain begins to beat
tattoos
in the sands

the congregation of palms
are now bending low
touching their
foreheads
to the
singing beaches
like the devout
in a
mosque

they
bend
like reeds
but have a root
that touches the
inner sanctuary
of the

((( €ARTH )))

nothing will uproot
them from
her

(((♥HEART♥)))

with eyes closed
they go back
to being
TALL
and
PROUD

with teeth clutched
they know even
~ this ~
soon
will

>>> PASS <<<


(C) dajena m
(C) soulsurvivor
The palm tree is one of the
Mightiest plants on earth
Where an oak would break
The palm bends
It can be laid flat on the ground
By a hurricane
But will stand right back up
When it has passed

So must we
E N D U R E

This is the second time I have
Had the good fortune to
Work with Dajena

She's marvelous!
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