"Destined Minds"

Dance of Autumn Leaves

Carefully crafted the third season
of deciduous trees and leaves
gently swaying and basking in
sunlight amidst a back drop blue sky

the autumnal equinox staves off the winter solstice
taking joy in all the colorful hues
of browns and golds, deep reds and ambers
as it waves goodbye to Summers bliss

and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call

feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark

and so the leaves dance and play
to the winds song that has travelled afar
beyond the north as we know it
to revel in this beautious season

though at first glance one sees the season
as one dying as it lays and dry upon the ground
and we see not, we feel not the life that might be emerging
only seeing the browns and golds, deep reds and ambers

and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call

feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark

strange it seems, this change of season
that bursts into colors beyond our senses
silhouettes and shades that cast it's shadows
sprinkled beween stark limbs soon to be naked

unremembered sleep of Autumn wrestling with
the nearing of winters cry - yet but a snap
of time that passes this way all to quickly
artfully and splendidly crafted color

and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call

feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark

and so this dance of Autumn soon must end all but too quickly
as autumn's quilt lies silent on the ground beneath
the great trees, the teller of time
and bid the north winds song of frolic goodbye.....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

TORTURE OF THE SANDMAN

Torture of the Sandman
that withholds the grains of sleep
and prods the mind to work overtime
relentlessly pursued I weep

processing the day and all its troubles
grey matter like a revolving door
filters and sifts the mind

tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic
sleep deprivation interorgates my soul
extending the morning hours
as I sink further and further into a hole

so who will amuse me
in the early morning tide
and give me sanctury from the sandman
who drains me as my husbands snores beside

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

NO MORE


]So no more will my children have the chance to ride their bikes to once sacred places
For long they have been sold
These lots for the labor vote
Sought after farm lands and fields of green


So no more inclined to climb and hang from limbs of the Acacia Plum
For just as you I am fully grown
And quite content to sit and drink
And recall the views from underneath your branches of a childhood once seen


So no more will be delivered conveniences of the past
No milk or bread to the door
No Sunday papers or grocery trucks
For shops are open 24/7 and for our dollars they are quite keen


So no more do neighbors nod and greet you in the morn
For all have busy insular lives
And a little out of practice
That makes many seem quite mean

And no more will you see children play in the street
Playing Handball and riding bikes
And has long not be considered safe
For fear of speeding cars


And no more will you see children playing outside after dark
The games of hide ‘n’ seek
Lest your child be bullied or kidnapped
Such thoughts indelible on the parents minds it scars


And no more on Sunday mornings are kids hurried off to church[/B]
For such is the rush of life
No need for God the creator and such things
For some are even raised as pagans and much prefer to worship stars


So no more, no more, the past is past
And life is changed forever more
And I can only visit my childhood through memories
As I take the time to recall


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

WITH THE TIME I SAVE........

speed dating
to find a life partner
express lane
at the checkout counter

Speed dialing
used to call a friend
instant messenger to cover
anything missed at days end

Instant soup, Instant gravy
for the 6 minute nuked meal
or pizza in 30 minutes isn't
that the quick time promised deal

and if I'm really in a hurry
I can rely on the 2 minute noodles
chow mein or indian curry

Fast forward the movie
quick sit down and don't forget
the 1 minute popcorn
that covers the kitchen flaw
like yellow puffy lawn

ATM or bank on the net
no need to stand in line
happy to sacrifice service
just to save some time

Daylight saving hour
Sure helped me save a lot
Now if I could only save the tan
And didn’t have to wear sunblock

There’s an hour up my sleave
As I bung the clothes in the washing machine
And the time I save from hanging out by
using the close dryer is sure to have the ecologist scream

And they say I can save time by
Using the dishwasher appliance but
I just don’t get it as I still have to rinse and stack
And dry and you guessed it
Still have to unpack


the nano nap for that much needed rest
that returns a pleasant and productive day
and keeps us at our best

Short cuts, back streets
Etag tollways
all supposed to save me time
and give me back some of my days

Drive through it's so much quicker
no getting out of the car, dragging out the kids
or finding a parking space
just order maccas and put a smile on everyone's face

the 747 jumbo jet
travelling at 720 miles per hour
will have me at my destination
as the world's fastest subsonic power

Speed is the rate of motion,
or equivalently the rate of change in position,
often expressed as distance traveled per unit of time

Fast food, fast lane,
quick pain relief
fast drying paint,
quick glue beyond belief

the 1 hour photo lab
you can shop so no need to wait
select your fish from the frozen section
no need for a hook and bait

And a stitch in time
we are told saves nine
but as I neither sew nor iron
this saving grace I drew the line

I wish I really could slow down
and use all this time I saved
if only time could be controlled
and knew how to behave

Express post that all important letter
before collapsing in the emergency ward
and after a 6 hour wait and loosing all the time you saved
your not likely to feel much better


http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/

أنا أحبّ أنت مع كلّي قلب

Dedicated to my
own true love my own habibi
of many faithful years

that stems the tide
of loneliness that is oft
found on earths wilderness

Ana Bhvibbak habibi
with imperfect heart
that spring has blossomed

Ana Bhvibbak habibi
sweetly sings the
the nightengale song

Ana Bhvibbak habibi
love with a beginning
that accepts this time

Ana Bhvibbak habibi
that tastes the joys
before the seasons end

.........habibi
...............habibi
.....................habibi

Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2007

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