Geof Spavins: Poems

178 · May 4

Geof Spavins May 4

Time rolls like a stream
Carving out life’s secret ways
Dawn whispers softly,
Moments heal our weary hearts
Time enfolds us in new light.

Tanka

177 · Nov 2024

Johnny Cash

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash, the Man in Black,
With a voice that told of every track.
From Folsom Prison to Ring of Fire,
His songs of life never tire.

#clerihew

169 · Apr 12

Stepping Out of Time

Geof Spavins Apr 12

Stepping Out of Time

The tick-tock fades, a distant heartbeat of the unseen clock.
Moments lose their grip, unravelling threads of before and after.
You step - not forward, not backward - but out -
Into the stillness, the vast, unmeasured expanse.

Here, eternity hums its ageless tune,
Where no hour rises to stake its claim.
No race to run, no countdown to fear;
Just the boundless now, serene and infinite.

Breath flows steady, untangled from urgency,
Feet tread lightly on ground untouched by haste.
The soul expands, reaching where hands could not,
Discovering the rhythms beyond the cage of seconds.

Time, a frame shattered by the joy of escape.
No ticking binds the heart that dares -
That dares to step outside,
And taste the freedom of what simply is.

163 · Apr 8

A Reverie in the Woods

Geof Spavins Apr 8

A Reverie in the Woods

In the hushed woods, solitude cradles me,
As the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee
Infuses my hands with gentle warmth,
And memories of Joy drift like soft petals
In her cherished spot where bluebells bask in a dreamlike haze.

Beneath the delicate veil of morning mist,
The trees bow in silent adoration,
Whispering secrets of distant yesterdays
In the rustle of tender leaves and the murmur of the breeze.
Light and shadow engage in a quiet ballet, echoing forgotten smiles.

I wander along winding trails where memories lie hidden
Among tangled roots and freshly sprung shoots.
Each soft footfall on the familiar earth
Revives whispers of past laughter
And stirs a tender dialogue between what was and what is.

In the gentle glow of the unfolding day,
Echoes of Joy linger like faint footprints
Across the heart of the forest; a delicate imprint
That speaks of love and quiet resilience,
As nature’s eternal hymn offers solace in every sigh.

So I surrender to this living reverie,
Where absence and presence entwine in quiet harmony,
And every moment, like a petal adrift in a stream,
Carries the bittersweet cadence of life;
A promise that even in solitude, hope blooms anew.

Joy is my wife who died 2 years ago. You can read this as being a poem of joy or my poem for Joy. I really did sit in the woods today drinking coffee and looking at the newly blooming bluebells while notating this to refine at home.

160 · Feb 20

Those Were the Days

Geof Spavins Feb 20

Those Were the Days

In the quiet of the morning, as the sun begins to rise,
A man sits by the window, with memories in his eyes.
With a wistful sigh, he journeys back through time,
To the days of youth and laughter, in a life once so sublime.

Those were the days when the world seemed so vast,
A canvas of dreams, where moments never passed.
With friends by his side and adventures to chase,
They roamed through fields of wonder, leaving not a trace.

The summers were endless, with skies a brilliant blue,
Long afternoons spent dreaming, and nights of starlit view.
They'd gather 'round the campfire, with tales to share and spin,
Those were the days when magic dwelled within.

The first taste of love, so sweet and so pure,
A heart full of promise, with a bond that would endure.
They danced beneath the moonlight, with whispers soft and low,
Those were the days when love would always grow.

Through the seasons of life, in a tapestry of change,
The man recalls the moments, both familiar and strange.
The laughter and the heartache, the triumphs and the tears,
Those were the days that shaped his fleeting years.

He remembers the scent of rain on the summer breeze,
The feeling of freedom, as they climbed the tallest trees.
With a heart full of courage, they faced the world so bold,
Those were the days when dreams were made of gold.

But time has a way of drifting, like a leaf upon the stream,
The past becomes a memory, a distant, fading dream.
Yet in the quiet moments, when the world is still and bright,
He cherishes the echoes of those days, with all his might.

Now the man sits in reflection, with a smile upon his face,
For though the years have flown, they've left a gentle trace.
In the twilight of his journey, he finds solace in the past,
Knowing those were the days that were meant to last.

158 · Mar 29

Bad Habits

Geof Spavins Mar 29

Bad Habits

Seeds of habit grow,
Softly sown, their roots take hold,
Chains hard to unbind.

#haiku

156 · Mar 1

The Yin and Yang of You

Geof Spavins Mar 1

The Yin and Yang of You

The yin and yang of life, in you is personified,
In love and light, both soft and bright, you stride,
Embracing all that comes within, a heart so free,
Dancing to the tune of dual kin, a soul set free.

Two souls in one, a tender embrace,
The fluid dance of life's sweet grace,
Boundaries blur, the lines dissolve,
In your spectrum of love, we all evolve.

Through night and day, dark and light,
In your gentle sway, we find our flight,
The yin and yang, in life's own way,
In you, bi personified, we sway.

A world in hues of blue and pink,
Where hearts can wander and calmly think,
In your balance, we find our truth,
Yin and yang, in love's own booth.

You are a powerful reminder, rich and multifaceted,
Every person, love, and experience, intricately crafted,
In you, we see the beautiful tapestry of existence,
Embracing every colour with gentle persistence.

156 · Jan 30

Whispers of the Wild

Geof Spavins Jan 30

Whispers of the Wild

In the heart of ancient woodlands,
Where oaks and birches stand tall,
The land breathes with silent whispers,
A chorus of the wild, free and small.

The red fox, with eyes aglow,
Slips through the twilight's gentle haze.
In hedgerows deep, it finds its path,
A solitary wanderer in the maze.

High above, the red kite soars,
Its wings a brushstroke in the sky.
With keen eyes fixed on fields below,
It dances with the wind, so high.

Hares leap across the open moor,
Their shadows stretching in the dawn.
In fields of gold and verdant green,
Their graceful bounds, a fleeting yawn.

The badger, with its monochrome coat,
Emerges from its hidden lair.
By moonlight’s silver, it forages,
A creature of the night’s cool air.

Beneath the water’s tranquil flow,
The otter plays, with joyful glee.
Its sleek form weaves through river reeds,
A symbol of life’s carefree decree.

In coastal cliffs, the puffins nest,
With beaks so bright, they call the sea.
Their cries a melody of cliffs,
A testament to wild decree.

The deer move softly through the mist,
Their antlers rise, like ancient crowns.
In silent grace, they rule the glen,
The guardians of nature’s bounds.

From mountain peak to valley floor,
The UK's wild, a tapestry.
In every nook, in every crag,
A living hymn to the free.

Yet shadows loom, a growing strain,
Human touch, a silent bane.
Urban sprawl and poisoned air,
The wild struggles, unaware.

Forests felled and rivers tamed,
Habitats lost; species maimed.
In fields where hares once freely run,
Silent now, beneath the sun.

Plastic seas and poisoned streams,
Mar the otter’s playful dreams.
Puffins' cries grow faint and rare,
Their future hangs, a fragile air.

In the balance, the wild fights,
Against the pressures, day and night.
In unity, we must defend,
Our natural world, its rightful end.

For in this land, so rich, so vast,
Where nature’s hand has freely cast,
A masterpiece of life and breath,
A tale of wild, from birth to death.

I have been working on this one for a couple of months on and off -- there may be more to add

154 · Nov 2024

The Star of Bethlehem’s Light

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

The Star of Bethlehem’s Light

The star shines bright on Bethlehem’s night,
Angels sing of Christ’s birth,
Shepherds gather in humble delight,
Peace and joy fill the earth.

Angels sing of Christ’s birth,
A Saviour born to set us free,
Peace and joy fill the earth,
In a manger, love’s decree.

A Saviour born to set us free,
Wise men travel from afar,
In a manger, love’s decree,
Guided by the shining star.

Wise men travel from afar,
Shepherds gather in humble delight,
Guided by the shining star,
The star shines bright on Bethlehem’s night.

148 · Apr 10

In Balance, They Will Meet

Geof Spavins Apr 10

In Balance, They Will Meet

I plant each poem like a seed,
into the soil of Hello Poetry,
where words bloom, bright or shy
a garden growing as days go by.

Two hundred seventy-seven blossoms strong,
each verse a thread, each thought a song.
But oh, the dream, the quiet plea,
to tip the scale of symmetry.

For sixty-three souls have found the hue,
of my written worlds, my skies of blue.
Yet in whispers deep, ambition stirs,
to gather more hearts where poetry whirs.

More hands to hold these fragile blooms,
more voices to echo their subtle tunes.
Followers to surpass the poems I’ve sown
a milestone carved in my heart's stone.

So I keep writing, planting anew,
each word a bridge to those who pursue.
One day, I’ll stand where dreams collide,
where followers and poems walk side by side.

And with each new soul who joins the feast,
this garden of words shall never cease.

147 · Aug 2024

The Mosquito

Geof Spavins Aug 2024

The Mosquito

There once was a mosquito named Jack,
Who bit in the small of my back.
I scratched and I swore,
As she flew out the door,
Leaving me with an itchy attack!

****** Mosquitos – Literally

Personal to me

#limerick #amusing

146 · Oct 2024

A Mother’s Love in Poo, Pee, and Puke

Geof Spavins Oct 2024

A Mother’s Love in Poo, ***, and Puke

In the early hours, before the dawn,
A mother’s work is never gone.
With gentle hands and heart so true,
She faces tasks that few would do.

A cry of need, a diaper’s call,
She rushes in, she handles all.
Poo and ***, the daily grind,
Yet in her eyes, love you’ll find.

The messes made, the spills and stains,
She cleans with care, she never complains.
For in each chore, a bond is built,
A mother’s love, without guilt.

Puke on the floor, a fevered brow,
She soothes with whispers, here and now.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
Her strength and grace, a constant praise.

She wipes the tears, she calms the fears,
Through every stage, through all the years.
Her love endures, through thick and thin,
A mother’s heart, where life begins.

So, here’s to mums, in all they do,
In every mess, they see it through.
For in the poo, the ***, the puke,
They find the joy, the love, the truth.

Parenting can be tough, but it’s filled with moments of love and connection, even through the poo *** and puke.

#parenting #love #family

145 · Nov 2024

Three Wishes

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

Three Wishes

If you had three wishes
Tell me what they would be.
A fancy car, a new guitar,
Or that money grows on trees

If I had three wishes
I tell you what they would be.
If I had three wishes
You would be all three.

Do you know how the rules go?
You cannot wish for world peace.
Or wish for love from anyone.
And with any an old friend be

You cannot wish for more wishes,
That does not bother me.
'Cos if I had three wishes,
You would be all three.

I could say "I want to fly,"
But that would get old after a while.
A million things that I could do
But they would be nothing without you.
So, I cannot think of anything....

If you had three wishes
Do you know what they would be,
Would one be saved for a rainy day?
Or for someone more in need.

If I had three wishes
I tell you what they'd be.
If I had three wishes
You would be all three!

I was going through my online files and I found this from 2011 - I forgot I even wrote it - Think I wanted to get into song lyrics with this

145 · Mar 1

Aging Disgracefully

Geof Spavins Mar 1

Aging Disgracefully

I am getting old and my back creaks,
But I refuse to slow my pace,
With a mischievous grin, I embrace the years,
Living life with a touch of grace.

I dance in the rain, I sing out loud,
I wear bright colours, I stand out in a crowd,
I laugh at the rules, I break the mould,
Forgetting the notion of growing old.

Wrinkles are badges of adventures had,
Each grey hair a tale of fun,
I chase my dreams with reckless abandon,
Under the golden sun.

I climb the mountains, I sail the seas,
I savour each moment, I do as I please,
For life is too short to play it safe,
I live with passion; I live with faith.

I make new friends, I cherish the old,
I share my stories, both brave and bold,
I dance through life with a youthful heart,
Aging disgracefully, a work of art.

So let my back creak, let my hair turn grey,
I'll live each moment, come what may,
For in this journey, wild and free,
Aging disgracefully is the way to be.

145 · Aug 2024

Washing the Drive

Geof Spavins Aug 2024

Washing the Drive

My sister was washing her drive,
With soap and a hose, she’d strive.
But a splash from the spray,
Sent her hat far away,
And she laughed as she felt so alive!

My younger sister is so alive - she takes joy in all she does

#limerick #family #amusing

144 · Mar 5

The Walk of Life

Geof Spavins Mar 5

The Walk of Life

First things first, can you imagine what's about to happen?
A spark in the darkness, a dawn quietly tapping.
In the stillness of the morning, dreams begin to stir,
The world awakens, potential's soft whisper.

Beyond the horizon, the unknown waits,
A journey unfolds, opening gates.
With every step, new wonders to find,
Adventure and magic, intertwined.

Questions unanswered, mysteries to seek,
Courage found in moments so meek.
First things first, with eyes open wide,
Embrace the unfolding, let curiosity be your guide.

From the simplest breath to the grandest view,
Life’s surprises await, in hues ever new.
First things first, imagine what’s to come,
A world of possibilities, for you to become.

Second things second, as we chart our course anew,
From the echoes of beginnings, visions come into view.
With each step deliberate, we traverse the unknown,
Building on the whispers of dreams already sown.

In the dance of life, each moment builds upon the last,
A symphony of seconds, weaving future from the past.
Second things second, foundations strong we lay,
Guided by our passions, lighting up the way.

Courage in the heart, and wisdom in the mind,
Through trials and triumphs, treasures we shall find.
Second things second, with purpose we proceed,
Nurturing the seeds of hope, for every need.

In the journey of existence, no step is left behind,
Each act, each choice, a testament designed.
Second things second, as our story intertwines,
Creating a masterpiece, where every moment shines.

Third things third, as we walk this path ahead,
With hearts aligned to purpose, by inner compass led.
Step by step, the road unveils, unfolding tale untold,
Moments turn to memories, a treasure to behold.

In the quest for meaning, in the search for truth,
Every action ripples, echoes from our youth.
Third things third, with intent we make our mark,
Each choice a shining beacon, lighting up the dark.

In the symphony of life, each note finds its place,
Harmonizing stories, in a timeless space.
Third things third, building dreams with care,
Crafting our existence, here and everywhere.

Through joys and trials, through laughter and tears,
We weave our lives together, conquering our fears.
Third things third, a journey we embrace,
Writing our own story, with love and grace.

Fourth things fourth, finally the moment to arrive,
The culmination of our journey, where dreams come alive.
With every step behind us, we've grown, we've learned,
The fires of our passion forever brightly burned.

In the dance of destiny, we find our place,
With hearts unburdened, with hope we embrace.
Fourth things fourth, the pinnacle we seek,
Strengthened by the trials, resilient and unique.

With the cacophony of time, each thread interwoven,
Crafting tales of wonder, in every life that's chosen.
Fourth things fourth, as we reach this height,
A celebration of spirit, a beacon in the night.

My thoughts while writing this -- I have been working on it for about a month --
The theme flows naturally throughout the poem. The progression from "First things first" to "Fourth things fourth" creates a clear and logical structure that guides through the different stages of life. Each section builds upon the previous one, maintaining a coherent narrative and thematic continuity.

The transitions between the sections are smooth, and the consistent use of imagery, metaphors, and rhythmic elements helps to unify the poem. The recurring motifs of curiosity, courage, purpose, and resilience are interwoven, reinforcing the central themes and creating a harmonious flow.

The poem's structure and language choices contribute to a sense of journey and discovery, making the theme resonate deeply. Overall, the natural progression and cohesive thematic elements make the poem a crafted exploration of life's stages.

What a load of bullcrap -- I enjoyed writing it!

142 · Sep 2024

Loughborough Rocket

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

Loughborough Rocket

In the town of Loughborough, where sheep
Outnumber people, and the rain falls soft,
There lived a man named Bob, who had a dream
To build a rocket ship from old tin cans

He scoured the town for parts, a toaster here,
A broken vacuum there, and soon enough,
His yard became a scrapyard, much to the
Dismay of Mrs. Crumble next door.

“Bob, what on earth are you up to?” she’d shout,
As he welded bits of metal in the night.
“I’m off to Mars, dear Crumble, can’t you see?
I’ve got a date with destiny and stars!”

The townsfolk gathered 'round to watch the show,
As Bob unveiled his masterpiece of junk.
With duct tape, glue, and hope, he climbed inside,
And pressed a button labelled “Up We Go!”

The rocket sputtered, coughed, and then it soared,
A tin can comet streaking through the sky.
The sheep looked up, bemused, and chewed their cud,
While Mrs. Crumble fainted on the spot.

Bob’s rocket flew past clouds and birds and planes,
And soon enough, he found himself in space.
He marvelled at the stars, the moon, the Earth,
And thought, “Well, this is quite a lovely view.”

But then he heard a clank, a groan, a snap,
And realized his ship was failing fast.
He grabbed a wrench, a hammer, and some tape,
And tried to fix the mess he’d made of things.

Alas, poor Bob, his rocket was no match
For gravity’s relentless, mighty pull.
He crash-landed in a farmer’s field of corn,
And crawled out, dazed, but grinning ear to ear.

The farmer scratched his head and asked,
“What now?” Bob laughed and said, “I think I’ll try again.
But first, a cup of tea, a nap, and then,
I’ll build a better rocket, just you wait!”

And so, in Loughborough, the legend grew,
Of Bob, the man who aimed to reach the stars,
With nothing but his wits, some junk, and dreams,
And made the town a little brighter too.

The town name is pronounced Lufbra - it is my home town. I wrote this for the amusement of my grandchildren

#humour #nonsense

141 · Mar 1

1/2 Bottle Down

Geof Spavins Mar 1

1/2 Bottle Down

Red red wine, Malbec rich and caramel,
In your depths, a world unparalleled,
With hues so dark, and flavours so sweet,
A journey of senses, in every sip we meet.

From vineyards lush, where sunbeams dance,
Your essence captured in a glass, a chance,
To savour the richness, the soft embrace,
Of caramel notes, with each trace.

So, pour the Malbec, let the moments unwind,
In every drop, your story we find,
Red red wine, with your decadent charm,
You warm our hearts, keep us from harm.

140 · Apr 6

Kindness Grows

Geof Spavins Apr 6

Kindness Grows

Sweet lure in the air,
Gentle touch wins eager wings,
Kindness draws them close.

As wings are drawn, hands extend

Warm hands reaching out,
Broken hearts begin to mend,
Kindness heals the soul.

A tender warmth spreads outward

A ripple of warmth,
Softly spreads through endless streams,
Kindness lights the way.

And in the light, words fall softly

Gentle words cascade,
Soft rain on a thirsty field,
Kindness breathes new life.

Life finds bridges in open hands

A hand softly held,
Bridges built in quiet care,
Kindness mends the world.

Under a mended sky, stars glow

Stars guide weary souls,
Kindness shines, a steadfast light,
In darkness, it glows.

Each glow, a spark ignites anew

Each act of kindness,
A small spark igniting hope,
Fires warming the cold.

Kindness, a soft spark,
Igniting hope through the dark,
Mends hearts, lights the way.

#haikus

139 · Oct 2024

It Broke

Geof Spavins Oct 2024

It Broke

It broke, it broke, the teapot spoke,
In a language only kettles know.
The saucer sighed, the cup just cried,
And the sugar bowl put on a show.
The spoon did dance, a silver prance,
While the fork played a tune on the side.
The knife, so sharp, began to harp,
About the time it nearly died.
The clock struck twelve, the mouse did delve,
Into a cheese that wasn’t there.
The cat meowed, the dog just howled,
At the moon that hung in the air.
The table shook, the cookbook took,
A leap into the soup ***’s arms.
The chair did spin, the broom jumped in,
And the mop sang of distant farms.
The windowpane, it felt the strain,
Of the wind that whispered tales.
The curtain swayed, the dust parade,
Marched on with tiny tails.
The lamp did flicker, the shadows bicker,
About who was the darkest of all.
The rug did slide, the floor just sighed,
As the pictures began to fall.
The doorbell rang, the toaster sang,
A song of burnt toast and jam.
The fridge did hum, the blender spun,
And the microwave said, “Wham!”
The house did creak, the hinges squeak,
In a symphony of sounds so grand.
The walls did laugh, the chimney chaff,
At the antics of this merry band.
It broke, it broke, the teapot spoke,
In a world where nonsense reigns.
But in the end, my dear old friend,
It’s the joy that does remain.

My Favourite at this time written for my grand children. It makes them laugh - which is a sound of joy.

#rhythm #tobespoken #nonsense #childfrendly

137 · Jan 28

One Piece

Geof Spavins Jan 28

One Piece

I dropped a plate and it didn't break,
A silent triumph, a fleeting shake.
It danced mid-air, defied its fate,
And settled gently, as if to wait.

In that moment, fragile yet strong,
A whispered lesson, a gentle song.
Life's little stumbles, we might fear,
But not all falls end in a tear.

Sometimes, against the odds we face,
We find resilience, we find grace.
In shattered moments, hope can glow,
A plate unbroken, seeds of courage sow.

I dropped another plate today - See https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4914631/a-thousand-pieces/

134 · Sep 2024

My Sisters

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

My Sisters

In the tapestry of life, threads woven tight,
Three sisters stand, a bond of light.
Each one unique, a story to tell,
Together, a symphony, a magical spell.

In childhood’s realm, we played and dreamed,
Laughter echoed, our spirits gleamed.
Through fields of green and skies so blue,
We found our world, just us few.

Eldest sister, wise and strong,
A guiding star, where we belong.
Her voice, a melody, calm and clear,
In her embrace, we knew no fear.

Middle sister, heart so pure,
A gentle soul, love’s true allure.
Her laughter, a song, bright and free,
In her presence, joy’s decree.

Youngest sister, wild and bold,
A spirit fierce, a heart of gold.
Her dreams, a fire, burning bright,
In her eyes, the world’s delight.

Through storms and trials, we held tight,
In each other’s arms, we found our might.
When tears did fall, and shadows grew,
Together, we faced the world anew.

In whispered secrets, shared at night,
In moments of sorrow, moments of fright,
We found our strength, in love’s embrace,
Three sisters, a bond time can’t erase.

Now grown and scattered, paths diverge,
Yet in our hearts, a constant surge.
For love remains, a timeless thread,
Binding us, though words unsaid.

In every smile, in every tear,
In every triumph, every fear,
The love of sisters, pure and true,
A beacon bright, in all we do.

So here’s to you, my sisters dear,
In every moment, far or near.
For in this life, one truth I see,
The love of my sisters, forever with me.

A poem dedicated to my three sisters

133 · Jan 14

He Reigns

Geof Spavins Jan 14

He Reigns

Through storms, Christ sustains,
In shadows, His light remains,
Peace and hope, He reigns.

#haiku #christian

130 · Nov 2024

Weary

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

Weary

Heavy eyes,
                      The night's embrace,
Waning strength,
                      A slowing pace.
Dreams call softly,
                     “Pull me near,”
Exhaustion whispers,
                      "Rest is here."

129 · Dec 2024

The tale of a Chilly Chilli from Chile

Geof Spavins Dec 2024

The tale of a Chilly Chilli from Chile

In the land of Chile, far and wide,
There grew a chilli, filled with pride.
But this wasn't just any spice,
Its tale, my friend, is quite precise.

From Mexico, the seeds did roam,
Across the seas to find a home.
They landed in the Andes' care,
In Chile's soil, rich and rare.

The chilli grew, with zest and zing,
But felt a chill in early spring.
It shivered in the mountain air,
A chilli's fate, oh quite unfair!

"A Mexican chilli," it declared with cheer,
"Should be warm and full of fiery cheer!
But here I am in Chile's breeze,
Chilly and cold, I want to freeze!"

The farmers laughed and wrapped it tight,
In blankets warm, a funny sight.
They whispered tales to keep it warm,
Of sunlit days and summer's charm.

The chilli dreamed of spicy dishes,
Of tacos, salsas, all its wishes.
But in the Andes' chilly hold,
It felt its dreams were getting cold.

One day it met a cactus bold,
Who said, "Dear chilli, do be told,
In Chile's cold, you'll find your spark,
A chilly chilli, leaves a mark."

The chilli laughed and found its place,
In soups and stews, a warming grace.
For even in the coldest climes,
A chilli's spice can charm at times.

So next time you taste a fiery bite,
Remember the chilli's chilly plight.
From Mexico to Chile's crest,
A chilly chilli can be the best!

Last night I was invited to my sisters house for supper. We had a great evening with lots of chat and great food - it was a very tasty chilli made by my brother-in-law(bil). Anyway my bil challenged me to write a poem about chilli so after about 12 hours of slog this is the result . This is for you Rob

#challengeaccepted

129 · Jan 18

Arwell the Sailor

Geof Spavins Jan 18

Arwell the Sailor

Ah, Arwell sailed the seven seas,
With gusts of wind and salty breeze,
A sailor bold, or so he claimed,
But mishaps followed, unashamed.

With compass lost, he'd oft declare,
"Ah well," he'd laugh without a care,
For Arwell's tales of naval pride,
Had more of humour than of guide.

One day he tried to catch a whale,
But hooked himself upon the sail,
"Ah well," he mused, in tangled plight,
As crewmates chuckled at the sight.

In stormy nights and waters rough,
His skills were lacking, sure enough,
Yet Arwell's charm and hearty cheer,
Could make the toughest sailor veer.

A pirate crew once came to fight,
With swords and pistols gleaming bright,
But Arwell tripped and splashed their guns,
"Ah well," he grinned, "the battle's done!"

Though navigation wasn't strong,
His friends knew where they did belong,
For Arwell's heart was kind and true,
And laughs were plenty, troubles few.

So raise your glass to Arwell's might,
The sailor who turned wrong to right,
With "Ah well" as his motto bold,
A tale of mirth forever told.

#children #silly #humorous #rhythmrhyme

128 · Jan 30

A B C

Geof Spavins Jan 30

A B C

Amazed by the azure skies,
Birds soar and spread their wings,
Clouds form captivating shapes,
Dancing in the daylight brings.
Every leaf whispers softly,
Flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Golden rays of sunshine glow,
Harmonizing nature's views.
In the stillness of the night,
Jewels of stars adorn the sky,
Kindred spirits feel the light,
Loving whispers, hearts sigh.
Mountains stand majestic, tall,
Nature’s beauty, pure and grand,
Oceans vast and deep enthral,
Peaceful moments where we stand.
Quiet streams flow gently by,
Ripples form in rhythmic dance,
Songs of birds that signify,
Tender trysts of love's advance.
Underneath the silver moon,
Valleys rest in quiet repose,
Whispers of the night’s sweet tune,
Xylophones in dreams compose.
Yearning hearts find rest at last,
Zephyrs blow, the night has passed.

124 · Mar 18

A Mothers Lullaby

Geof Spavins Mar 18

A Mothers Lullaby

The moon is high, my little one,
Its silver light shines just for fun.
The stars are sparkling up above,
Whispering softly, "You're so loved."

Sweet dreams, my child, let worries fade,
Rest where the night casts its gentle shade.
The breeze is singing through the trees,
A lullaby upon the seas.

May fields of wonder fill your rest,
With dreams of joy and all that's best.
A garden bright, where flowers play,
And golden streams light up your way.

Sweet dreams, my love, the world is still,
The moon will watch from the quiet hill.
And when the sun peeks through the skies,
I'll be here when you open your eyes.

124 · Feb 10

People Watching: The Long Time Couple

Geof Spavins Feb 10

People Watching: The Long Time Couple

They sat together in the dimly lit room,
Two souls entwined in an invisible gloom.
The air grew thick, as the seconds stretched,
In a silence profound, their nerves were etched.

Eyes would flicker, searching for a place to land,
Fingers fidgeted, twisting a silver band.
A cough, a sigh, a shuffling of feet,
Echoed like thunder, in a silence discreet.

"Lovely weather," one finally said,
As the other nodded, wishing for words instead.
Their cups of tea, now lukewarm and still,
Matched the conversation, awkward and shrill.

Thoughts raced wildly, but words refused to stay,
Like skittish birds, they fluttered away.
A clock ticked loudly, in the corner it chimed,
Filling the void, with seconds unkind.

Minds would wander, then snap back in place,
Searching for cues, in the other's face.
An accidental glance, then quickly withdrawn,
Eyes meeting briefly, then back to the drawn.

Awkward silence, a dance so hard to bear,
Yet in its midst, a strange bond shared.
For sometimes in the quiet, without a word,
Connections are made, though nothing is heard.

In that fragile stillness, where time seemed to freeze,
They found a fleeting comfort, a strange, subtle ease.
Though silence hung heavy, like a cloud above,
In its awkward embrace, they discovered a kind of love.

I am going to add to this as the first in a series of poems, mainly because I love people watching and guessing what people are thinking. If you recognise yourself in any of this series it may be because I was watching you ;-)
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/135927/people-watching/

#peoplewatching

122 · Jan 23

An Ode to Burns: A Festive Gathering

Geof Spavins Jan 23

An Ode to Burns: A Festive Gathering

Aye, an evening grand we gather 'round,
Wi' friends an' laughter so profound.
A festive night tae celebrate,
The bard whose tales do captivate.

Wi’ haggis, neeps, and tatties fine,
An’ whisky bold, a taste divine.
The voices raise in jovial song,
To Robbie Burns, the night belongs.

We toast the lassies, hearts aglow,
Their beauty rare, as pure as snow.
And dance we do with joy and grace,
In honour o' his cherished place.

O’er candlelight, tales rich an’ warm,
Of love an’ life, nae storm can harm.
In friendship's glow, we fondly turn,
To celebrate our dear Burns’ charm.

So let the evening ne’er be spent,
In sorrow’s grief or heart's lament.
For Robbie Burns, a toast we raise,
In joyous cheer, his name we praise.

Slàinte Mhath!

I am attending a Burns Night supper on Saturday and I have been asked to write the toast - this is my offering -- in the style of Rabbie of course

#burnsnight #toast

117 · Nov 2024

Kris Kristofferson

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

Kris Kristofferson

Kris Kristofferson, a poet's soul,
With lyrics that made hearts whole.
From “Me and Bobby McGee” to the silver screen,
His talents shine, forever seen.

#clerihew

117 · Aug 2024

My Masseuse

Geof Spavins Aug 2024

My Masseuse

In a peaceful room with candles aglow,
She works her magic, gentle and slow.
Her hands, like whispers, glide with grace,
Easing tension, finding the place.

With soothing oils, she starts her art,
A dance of fingers, a healer’s heart.
Knots unravel, stress takes flight,
In her touch, the world feels right.

She exfoliates with tender care,
Removing worries, layer by layer.
A scrub of salt, a touch so kind,
Leaving softness, and peace of mind.

Her presence calm, her spirit bright,
In her hands, the day turns light.
This lady masseuse, with skill so true,
Bringing comfort, renewing you.

I have a bad back

117 · Feb 15

People Watching - The Café

Geof Spavins Feb 15

People Watching - The Café

I am sitting in a café,
On a rainy Saturday,
Watching people pass the window,
As they hurry on their way.

The barista's making coffee,
Steam is rising in the air,
I can hear the gentle chatter,
Of the patrons everywhere.

A couple's sharing secrets,
In a corner by the door,
While a student reads her textbook,
Sprawled across the table's floor.

The rain keeps softly falling,
On the pavement, on the street,
And the rhythm of the raindrops,
Matches footsteps of the feet.

I sip my cup of coffee,
Feeling warm and feeling fine,
In this little cozy café,
Where the world is left behind.

A man is reading headlines,
From a paper in his hand,
He frowns and sips his latte,
As he tries to understand.

A child is drawing pictures,
With crayons on a pad,
Her mother smiles beside her,
At the artwork she has had.

The door chime rings, a newcomer,
Shakes the raindrops from his coat,
He orders something warming,
And he clears his scratchy throat.

The café hums with life now,
As the morning turns to noon,
And the rain outside keeps falling,
To a gentle, soothing tune.

I was listening to Tom's Diner by Suzzane Vega when this one formed in mind.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/135927/people-watching/

116 · Feb 8

Freedom's Treasure

Geof Spavins Feb 8

Freedom's Treasure

In the vast expanse of life,
Where dreams and hopes take flight.
Freedom’s treasure held so dear,
Dispels my darkest fear.

No chains to bind or walls confine,
My spirit soars, I cross the line.
With every breath, I feel the breeze,
A whisper of hope and of ease.

Though life may twist and storms may roar,
Freedom’s my anchor, my very core.
It's not the wealth or power I seek,
But the liberty to be unique.

In moments of doubt, in times of strife,
Freedom’s the essence of my life.
A guiding star, a light so bright,
Reminds us who we are, takes flight.

In the end when all is said,
Freedom’s all I ever had.
With this freedom, I am rich,
In ways that gold could never stitch.

Wealth is measured not in coin,
But in the sky where dreams do join.
Choices made and paths explored,
Peace within, soul restored.

My richness lies in freedom’s grace,
In life I lead, my own pace.
To which I thank my God above,
For freedom’s gift, blessed with love.

In His grace, I find my way,
To live in freedom day by day.

113 · Feb 10

silent echo

Geof Spavins Feb 10

silent echo

In the hushed hours before dawn,
When the world holds its breath,
A silent echo lingers,
Reverberating through the stillness.

Whispers of forgotten dreams
Intertwine with the shadows,
Dancing in the corners of memory,
Unseen, but felt deep within.

Time suspends its relentless march,
Pausing to listen,
To the unspoken truths,
In the quiet spaces of existence.

Silent echoes of laughter,
Of sorrow, of love,
Resonate through the corridors of the heart,
Leaving imprints, invisible yet indelible.

In the solitude of night,
When the world is wrapped in silence,
The echo of a sigh,
Of a thought unvoiced, softly resounds.

It is in these moments,
Between the ticking of seconds,
That the soul finds its voice,
In the silent echo of its being.

A reflection of life’s essence,
Captured in the stillness,
An echo that speaks,
Without uttering a sound.

Silent, yet profound,
It spins a web of emotions,
In the spaces where words fall short,
An eternal echo in the void.

Dedicated to silent echo -- a mate met on this platform -- this one is not with a tight rhyme at all.

112 · Feb 21

Touching the Curmudgeon

Geof Spavins Feb 21

Touching the Curmudgeon

In the town of Grumblegroan,
Lived a curmudgeon all alone,
With a scowl so deeply sown,
His smile was rarely shown.

He'd mutter, "Humbug!" to the breeze,
And chase off kids from climbing trees,
But deep inside, with great unease,
He loved the antics of the bees.

One day a child with sunny cheer,
Skipped right up and stood so near,
She asked, "Why do you never hear,
The laughter ringing in your ear?"

The curmudgeon paused, then gave a sigh,
For in her eyes he caught the sky,
And with a twinkle by and by,
He let a chuckle slip and fly.

As days went by, the child returned,
With tales of wonder she had learned,
The curmudgeon listened, slowly yearned,
For joy his heart had long adjourned.

They'd sit and chat by the garden gate,
She'd talk of dreams and stars of fate,
He'd grumble, "It's getting late,"
But stayed to hear her tales so great.

One fine day, she brought a kite,
"Let's fly it high, up to the light!"
He grumbled, "Not in my sight!"
Yet joined her in the laughter bright.

Up the kite soared in the sky,
With colours dancing way up high,
The curmudgeon smiled, he couldn’t deny,
The joy reflected in his eye.

From that day forth, in Grumblegroan,
A friendship bloomed, a kindness grown,
For every heart, even stone,
Has a softness of its own.

I love playing the Curmudgeon when reading this one

111 · Nov 2024

Leg Ends?

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

Leg Ends?

Leg ends on the road, they wibble and wobble,
Dancing in the moonlight, they giggle and gobble.
They chase the shadows, hop and skip,
With a flip-flop, they never trip.

Wiggly-waggly, to and fro,
Leg ends travel, where do they go?
Through fields of jelly and pudding hills,
They sing with glee and joyful thrills.

Tickling tulips and teasing trees,
Leg ends float on the evening breeze.
Munching on moonbeams, sipping stars,
They journey far in flying cars.

In a land where the silly meets the sweet,
Leg ends on the road never miss a beat.
With laughter loud and smiles so wide,
Their nonsense dance is a magical ride.

And as they wander, tales unfold,
Leg ends transform to legends bold.
A misheard word, a laugh it sends,
When "leg ends" are heard in place of "legends."

this came to me as I was writing about the highwaymen - I love writing these nonsense poems

#nonsense

109 · Mar 6

Seesaw

Geof Spavins Mar 6

Seesaw

In the depths of shadows, where hope seems distant, a soul stands still, contemplating the price.
The weight of sorrow, like a heavy blanket, suffocating, an endless night, where even the stars refuse to shine.
A heart quivers, devoid of light, every beat a struggle, an echo of despair.
Within the darkness, soft murmurs arise, faint echoes persist, despite the fall.
In the heart of grief, a spark kindles, a flicker, faint, like a firefly in the night.
Through eyes bathed in tears, strength emerges, in moments of stillness, a heart is reborn.
Even in the darkest hour, resilience blooms, a delicate flower, pushing through the cracks.
As the sun begins its ascent, a burst of colour illuminates the sky, from profound pain to soaring joy, a long journey, an endless quest.
When elation's wings lift you, a heart soars, boundless sky, laughter reverberates, a joyful sound, a symphony of life.
Both the highs and lows, integral parts of life, as the river flows.
For each tear, a smile may appear, in every sorrow, joy takes form, a dance of contrasts, a delicate balance.
Embrace the dance of light and dark, the ebb and flow, each fleeting spark.
In balance, we find our path, through night and dawn, to each new day, to each new beginning

107 · Sep 2024

Abundance at A Bun Dance

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

Abundance at A Bun Dance

In a hall where buns abound,
A Bun Dance party can be found.
With pastries piled up to the sky,
And doughnuts dancing, oh my, oh my!

The buns wore hats of icing sweet,
With sprinkles dancing at their feet.
Cinnamon rolls spun round and round,
While jelly-filled buns bounced on the ground.

The croissants did a graceful twirl,
While bagels gave a whirl and swirl.
Muffins marched in a tasty parade,
And scones in a conga line were made.

The air was filled with sugary cheer,
As buns and rolls all gathered near.
With laughter, joy, and crumbs galore,
The Bun Dance left them wanting more!

So if you crave a sweet romance,
Join the fun at the Bun Dance.
Where buns and rolls in abundance play,
And dance the night (and crumbs) away!

107 · Jan 20

Prayer of Faith, Hope, Love, and Joy

Geof Spavins Jan 20

Prayer of Faith, Hope, Love, and Joy

In faith, O Lord, we find our strength,
In hope, we trust Your guiding hand,
With love, we walk the endless length,
And joy, we seek in Your grand plan.

When trials come, our faith won't fade,
Your light, our path in darkest night,
With hope, each step is calmly laid,
In love, we rest, our hearts held tight.

In joy, we praise Your wondrous name,
Each day, a gift from heavens high,
Through faith, and hope, and love's warm flame,
In joy, our spirits soar and fly.

107 · Jan 11

To Whom I Compose

Geof Spavins Jan 11

To Whom I Compose

I write for the dreamers, lost in thought,
For every soul that battled and fought,
For those who wander in search of light,
And for the hearts sparked by the night.

I pen my words for the broken and mended,
For stories untold and lives suspended.
For whispers of love across the air,
And moments we share, beyond compare.

For the past that shapes, the future that gleams,
The valleys of sorrow, the peaks of dreams.
For the eyes that seek, and ears that listen,
In every tear, in every glisten.

I write for the silence, the voices unheard,
For passions ignited by the simplest of words.
For friends and foes, for strangers anew,
In every line, my heart rings true.

For kings and queens on thrones of gold,
And politicians with their stories told.
For children’s laughter, for parents’ pride,
For brothers and sisters, side by side.

In ink, I find the bridge to connect,
To amplify joys, to reflect and inspect.
But most of all, across all seas,
I write, my heart, I write for me.

107 · May 24

Bigoted

Geof Spavins May 24

Bigoted

People are bigoted, God is not,
Love is the lesson the world forgot.
Bound by borders, lines they drew,
Yet grace falls freely, ever new.

No creed nor colour sways the light,
That shines for all, both wrong and right.
Yet hearts grow heavy, stained with pride,
While mercy waits with arms spread wide.

So let not hatred bear the crown,
Or fear and fury wear us down.
For love was spoken, love was taught -
People are bigoted, God is not.

Racial Discrimination and Systemic Racism
Healthcare Inequities: A class action lawsuit in Queensland alleges that state health services discriminated against Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander patients. The suit, filed in the Federal Court, details claims that patients were routinely spoken down to and given substandard care in facilities across north Queensland.1

Racist Bullying in Schools: In Scotland, increased incidents of racist bullying have forced schools to take action. One recent case involved a young girl who, after suffering repeated racist taunts and isolation, had to change schools. Reports show that incidents of racist harassment in Scottish schools jumped by 50% in one year.2

Institutional Racism in Healthcare: Coverage of racial bias within the NHS reveals ongoing struggles with systemic prejudice. Studies and personal accounts have highlighted how Black and minority staff and patients often face dismissive attitudes and inadequate responses.3

Judicial Bias: At an international forum, a Canadian presentation discussed how judicial racial bias remains a rarely addressed yet critical issue in the justice system, shedding light on how court decisions can reflect entrenched prejudices.4

Xenophobia and Nationalism
Scapegoating Immigrants: In South Africa, political figures have been accused of using inflammatory, xenophobic rhetoric to demonize immigrants ahead of contentious general elections. This kind of toxic speech not only stokes division but also risks inciting violence against foreign nationals.5

Anti-Immigrant Violence in the UK: Recent reports from Amnesty International and other bodies have highlighted disturbing incidents of racist violence—attacks on hotels housing asylum seekers, vandalism at mosques, and other hate-fuelled actions. These examples underscore how nationalist sentiments can translate into real harm for minority communities.6

Religious Intolerance and Sectarianism
Attacks on Religious Minorities: In Jerusalem, there have been a series of attacks against the Christian community. Incidents such as the vandalism of statues and desecration of graves, along with verbal and physical abuse experienced by pilgrims and local worshippers, are clear manifestations of religious intolerance.7

Sectarian Violence in Syria: Another example comes from Syria, where reported episodes of renewed sectarian violence have targeted specific religious communities. These tensions, which sometimes erupt into lethal confrontations, echo long-standing divisions and serve as a stark reminder of how religious differences can be weaponized in conflict.8

Contrasting Models: On a more hopeful note, positive coverage from regions like Kurdistan in the Middle East demonstrates that religious pluralism is possible. Here, a national prayer breakfast bringing together Muslims, Christians, Yazidis, and others offers an inspiring counterpoint to the intolerance seen elsewhere.9

Political Polarization and Cultural Tribalism
Fragmented Communities: Articles like “The Erosion of Friendship and Family Bonds in the Face of Political Disagreement” highlight how political polarization increasingly fractures personal relationships. In an era of echo chambers and partisan media, even long-standing social bonds are strained by ideological divides.10

Culture Wars and Authoritarian Rhetoric: Analysis such as “Culture wars, political polarization and deepening inequality: the roots of Trumpism” shows how political tribalism has not only reshaped public discourse in the United States but also influenced governance.11

References

1
ABC (Australian Broadcasting Corporation) | MSN
Class action lawsuit accuses Queensland Health of racial discrimination in north Queensland
www.msn.com
2
BBC
Racism forced my daughter to move primary schools, mum says
www.bbc.co.uk
3
Index on Censorship
Annabel Sowemimo on the silent killer in the NHS
www.indexoncensorship.org
4
rabble.ca
Discussing judicial racial bias in Canada at the UN
rabble.ca
5
www.hrw.org
South Africa: Toxic Rhetoric Endangers Migrants - Human Rights Watch
www.hrw.org
6
www.amnesty.org
UK: Government must address 'root cause of racism that plagues our ...
www.amnesty.org
7
www.bbc.co.uk
Jerusalem Christians say attacks on the rise - BBC News
www.bbc.co.uk
8
theconversation.com
Syria faces renewed sectarian violence as government fails to deliver ...
theconversation.com
9
The Hill | MSN
Opinion - In the Middle East, Kurdistan offers a hopeful model of religious freedom
www.msn.com
10
craigbushon.com
The Erosion of Friendship and Family Bonds in the Face of Political ...
craigbushon.com
11
theconversation.com
Culture wars, political polarization and deepening inequality: the ...
theconversation.com

106 · Nov 2024

Waylon Jennings

Geof Spavins Nov 2024

Waylon Jennings

Waylon Jennings, with a rebel's heart,
His country songs, a work of art.
With a voice that defied the norm,
He weathered every storm.

#clerihew

106 · Jan 20

Cherish You

Geof Spavins Jan 20

Cherish You

I will always cherish the dawn,
When the world is quiet and new.
In the stillness, I find my song,
A melody just for you.

With every sunrise, hope is born,
Each ray a promise shining bright.
In the morning's embrace, we're reborn,
Our dreams taking flight.

I'll always guard the twilight's glow,
Where day and night softly meet.
In the whispering winds that blow,
Our hearts sync their beat.

Through dawn and dusk, in joy or sorrow,
With you, my path is clear.
I'll treasure every new tomorrow,
For in my heart, you'll always be near.

I walk these paths we once explored,
Each step echoes of your name.
In memories, you're my adored,
A love that time cannot tame.

Though you've departed from this world,
Your essence lingers in the air.
In every flower that's unfurled,
I find a trace of you there.

Nights are long and filled with dreams,
Of moments we once shared.
Your laughter, like the brightest beams,
In my heart, you're ensnared.

Though you're not here to hold my hand,
Your spirit guides me through.
In every star, in every land,
My love, I'm missing you.

104 · Jan 28

A Good Writing Day

Geof Spavins Jan 28

A Good Writing Day

The room is quiet, thoughts take flight,
In the stillness of this gentle night.
Pen to paper, words flow free,
Creating worlds for all to see.

No distractions, just the calm,
Where ideas bloom like a soothing balm.
Characters and plots come into play,
In the magic of this writing day.

Lines and verses, stories spun,
A writer's joy, second to none.
In this space, with time to dwell,
Each word a story, each thought a spell.

So here I sit, content and bright,
In the pure delight of writing’s light.
For inspiration comes in its own way,
Making this a truly good writing day.

103 · Jan 28

Take My Life and Let It Be - A Poem

Geof Spavins Jan 28

Take My Life and Let It Be - A Poem

Take my life and let it be,
A vessel pure, Lord, use me.
Each moment, in Your grace, I'll stand,
Guided gently by Your hand.

Take my hands and let them move,
At the impulse of Your love.
In service, humble and sincere,
Spread Your light both far and near.

Take my voice and let me sing,
Praises to my Heavenly King.
Every word and every note,
A testament of faith, devote.

Take my mind and let it think,
On Your wisdom, let me drink.
In Your truth, my thoughts align,
To seek Your will, and make it mine.

Take my heart, it is Your own,
Make it pure, Your loving throne.
From doubts and fears, let it be free,
In Your presence, peacefully.

Take my soul and let it soar,
In Your spirit, evermore.
Through joy and sorrow, day and night,
I'll walk by faith, and not by sight.

Take my life and let it be,
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
In Your service, let me grow,
And Your boundless love to show.

Inspired by the hymn's call for dedication and surrender, this poem aims to echo that spirit of offering oneself completely and utterly to God.

103 · Sep 2024

The Enchanted Library

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

The Enchanted Library

In the heart of a bustling city,
Where time seemed still, so pretty,
A library stood, small and quaint,
With scents of books, ink, and paint.

But this was no ordinary place,
It held a secret, a magical grace.
At midnight’s chime, it came alive,
Books would whisper, stories thrive.

Characters stepped from pages bright,
Wandering aisles in the moonlight.
A young girl named Lily, pure and keen,
Found this library, like a dream.

She loved to read, her heart’s delight,
And on that special, starry night,
She saw the books with a gentle glow,
Curiosity sparked, she had to know.

She touched a book, and to her surprise,
Was pulled into a world before her eyes.
A forest magical, creatures grand,
Talking animals, a wondrous land.

A wise old owl, with feathers gray,
Guided her through the forest way.
He spoke of magic, stories’ might,
And the library’s secret, hidden in light.

Lily explored, her heart so light,
Meeting characters, day and night.
Learning lessons, brave and true,
In worlds of wonder, skies so blue.

As dawn approached, with gentle grace,
She found herself back in the place,
Holding the book, still softly bright,
Her heart aglow with pure delight.

From that day on, each night she’d go,
To the enchanted library, where stories flow.
Adventures endless, wonders vast,
In the world of books, her love would last.

101 · Jan 29

Ode to a Sock

Geof Spavins Jan 29

Ode to a Sock

Oh sock, you are so socky,
Your fabric is so blocky.
You cover my toes,
And sometimes my woes.

You come in pairs,
But sometimes you tear.
Oh sock, you are so socky,
Your fabric is so blocky.

Found this in my ancient schoolboy english book --- Ouch

101 · Jan 28

Wether: A Castrated Male Sheep

Geof Spavins Jan 28

Wether: A Castrated Male Sheep

In the realm of skies and fleece,
The weather dances wild and free.
The sun shines bright, the rain does pour,
Changing moods forevermore.

Yet there stands the humble wether,
In pasture fields, through all weather.
Calm and steady, in the breeze,
Amidst the storm, amidst the peace.

When lightning strikes and thunder roars,
The weather shows its fearsome force.
But still, the wether stands its ground,
With silent strength, without a sound.

The weather shifts with every day,
A symphony in nature's play.
The wether, though, remains the same,
A steadfast soul, without acclaim.

Both weather and wether teach us well,
Of life's great ebb and flow to tell.
In ever-changing skies and land,
Find balance, grace, and understand.

For in the world of earth and sky,
We learn to live, we learn to try.
Like weather's whim and wether's grace,
We face our storms, we find our place.

Dedicated to Joys life long friend who farms on the Yorkshire Dales so beloved by Joy and where her ashes are scattered.

100 · Mar 3

Shadows and Spin

Geof Spavins Mar 3

Shadows and Spin

In the dance of highs and lows, my mind spins its own rhythm.