Poetry In Motion

In Gloucestershire, near Bredon Hill,
I watch the sun step from his throne
into the clouds above a field
close by the hamlet of Kemerton.

A farmer works his land as I
stand beneath the westering sun,
hear his tractor's coughing cry
each time he turns it in the run.

No shire horse here, no whinnied sound
no spittled grunt when plough pulled round
yet Houseman's ghost, near where I stand,
holds pen and paper in its hand.

In Bredon and in Kemerton
apples fill the orchard trees
there too are pears that swell and fall,
pushed by hands of gentle breeze.

The dawn is bright at Bredon Hill;
down in the village beyond a wall
the rusting wheel of ancient mill

bleeds among the ruins where
broken bricks give silent stare
over the moss all spattered there
at Kemerton near Bredon fair.

In a garden of delight a tree
blazes gold in the morning air,
red it is as a sun-drenched sea
in some far land beyond the dawn
but here it glows in Kemerton's morn.


Poem & Photos (c) Lokutus Prime

I know a place in Africa…
Inspiring poetry written by Wayne Visser,
a South African currently based in Nottingham, UK.

I know a place in Africa
Where I can feel the sun on my back
And the sand between my barefoot toes
Where I can hear the gulls on the breeze
And the waves crash on the endless shore

I know a place in Africa
Where the mountains touch the skies of blue
And the valleys shelter vines of green
Where the trees spread out a cloth of mauve
And the bushveld wears a coat of beige

I know a place in Africa
Where I can hear the voice of thunder gods
And watch their lightening spears thrown to earth
Where I can breathe the scent of rain clouds
And taste the sweet dew of dusty drops

This is the place of wildness
Of evolution and dinosaurs
Where life began and mankind first stood
Of living fossils and elephants
Where lions roar and springbok herds leap

This is the place of struggle
Of desert plains and thorn trees
Where pathways end and hunters track game
Of horizons and frontiers
Where journeys start and sunsets bleed red

This is the place of freedom
Of exploration and pioneers
Where darkness loomed and light saw us through
Of living legends and miracles
Where daybreak came and hope now shines bright

My heart is at home in Africa
Where the sound of drums beat in my chest
And the songs of time ring in my ears
Where the rainbow mist glows in my eyes
And the smiles of friends make me welcome

My mind is at ease in Africa
Where the people still live close to the soil
And the seasons mark my changing moods
Where the markets hustle with trading
And Creation keeps its own slow time

My soul is at peace in Africa
For her streams bring lifeblood to my veins
And her winds bring healing to my dreams
For when the tale of this land is told
Her destiny and mine are as one

© 2006 Wayne Visser
www.waynevisser.com

My Valentine

chocolate love sweet to thy lips
red red roses caress thine beauty
your auburn hair drapes your neck
like fine silken fabric

thine heart that shines thine
matchless worth and I will listen
to the Nightengale sing
our love song of endless summers

How I drink thee in like fine
vineyard wine pressed tenderly
with care and thirst not to
drink from any other vine

for thou are that satiates the soul
of all my longing in life
that fulfills all my hopes and
dreams

thou art my valentine, my lovely
lovely sweet sweet wine whos
fragrant aroma fills the air
when thou are near

who's scent of love sent
across the oceans breeze
fills the very breadth
and depth of all ones needs

more beautiful than jasmine sweet
more exotic than rich green
forests more resilant than love
everlasting that give my heart

.............it's resting place.....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

"SUMMER'S LADY"

and times hands, the shadows playfully
caressed her beasts
as filtered sunlight through the many
fingers of green leaves danced as
the sun set in the west

for she had no where to be
and spent her day lying in the fileded
grasses her summer so care free

The wind it played it's music
rustling from tree to tree
and it too joined the cicada
chorus, creating harmony

and the birds they gathered upon
the lowered boughs and branches
to greet summers lady fare

to find a lady so free of spirit
in the forests clearing,
all agreed was rare

and watched they as now her lover
joined her on the forest floor
and by her side laid there

as their bodies melted in mid summers
heat, for the song of summers passions
pure loved was declared.

Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

FOOTNOTE: Ever taken time off from the world to enjoy the wonderment of life and the world? Wombeyan Caves would be such a place to do that. A national park of caves, creek swimming, hikes and walks, flora and fauna and horrid roads to get there dodging falling rocks and cars that forget to hoot their horn on all the many blind corners. Listening to all the sounds of nature, crackling fires at night, cicadas at day, and Kangaroos feeding at dusk, or lazing goannas that seek out the trees for nests or shade.....and what better way than to enjoy the company of one's husband in a world where you feel like your the only ones around......