Tags: Poetry. Poems. Poets. Rhymes
THE CIRCLE OF LIGHT
Clouds are low grey and blue
The ocean gathers its colour and hue
Storm approaching on the rise
Beach sand blowing on the high tide
Down pour of rain mist hangs low
Sun comes out and the circle grows
On the horizon a freight ship glides
Centre stage as it floats by Auras of colour only nature provides
The band a rainbow so big and wide
It starts at the horizon and touches the sky
Finishing in the sea near Bribie Isle
Moreton Bay is the showcase of life
While the Island sits in the cloud like sky
Seas are rough white caps peak
Sea gulls glide on the thermal streak
Sun capturing the white of their breasts
Silver wings looking for their nests
Two Mothers play with their children on the beach
Wind playing with their hair and feet
Weather is dictating for them to go
But they stay and hang on to view the show
Light so bright colour so rich
God’s enchantment auras so crisp
Another rainbow inside the first
Beginning and starting on water and earth
I scan the landscape and cannot believe
The presence the light the intensity perceived
Moreton Bay just dressed to please
Oh how I wish I could capture this
The colour the light and the evening mist
By Sharmayne Kurtz 2/05/2012
I’d love to be on Eddie’s show,
But I don’t know how to do it, Every arvo.
Sees me there, yelling out “I know it !”
The answers seem so obvious,
I get so downright mad, that they don’t know, and yet I do, it’s really all quite sad.
I hear when Eddy tells them, “come back and try again,
I yell out through the television,
“when’s my chance to win”.
It’s not really all the money,
though I admit that would be nice,
And I guess I’d like the challenge,
of taking off the prize. But wouldn’t I just feel a “Dill”,
If I made it to the show,
froze up and couldn’t answer,
how my shame would grow.
Then of course so I’ve heard,
You gain 5 pounds in weight,
Those sneaky cameras, gosh that’s bad,
I think that I’ll just wait.
So here I am each evening,
Yelling answers left and right, at least I’m in my lounge-room
And I can look a fright.
by Lurline Thomson
“THE DAY THE LONG CLOUD CRIED”
It was a day like any other.
In that peaceful New Zealand.
And people went about their work and mother’s held kid’s hands
Suddenly the call came out, for “Muslims come to prayer”
They filed into two different mosques and bowed and listened there.
Abdul couldn’t go that day,
He had to do a job,
He had ten men that worked for him, so couldn’t let them down.
His father, loyal New Zealander, and a help to all mankind said son
“Do you mind, I’ll take the boy the prayers it will calm his mind.
But eyes were watching, just nearby,
He couldn’t wait to start,
A slaughter that went on and on, for his:
“New Right” brothers, he really did his part.
The old man died, and the boy, other children too, women, men and families, were caught up in it too.
A beautiful man got many out,
He really was a hero,
So many more would have died that day, except for people like him.
When he finished saving people, he went to find his wife,
The policeman shook his head, so sad,
“Sir, I’m afraid she’s lost her life.”
The Prime Minister with her courage and love for all,
Inspired the good in us, she comforted all in a humble way, with very little fuss.
As for the Australian,
from Grafton town,
but he is one of many,
who with evil,
seek out fame.
They all can reach the “Hate Groups,” and know where to get the guns.,
They just use the internet and talk all night as one.
“cause hate is just a sickness”, and radicals will use,
Any means they can, to destroy what we hold dear.
by Lurline Thomson