Wonder of Wonders

Terrorism. Poem written 2001.

Some future day,
when from Heaven we look
down upon New York,
we may see a mausoleum...
a great wonder of the world!
All America's architects,
surveyors and designers
will join as one until the
work is done - on the
greatet wonder of the world.

It must be glorious, like none other
with names in gold of all who died,
and intertwined between the pillars
shrubs and flowers ~ maintained
with pride. Travellers all around the
globe, will come from far to bow
their heads... Is this a dream
that could come true?
America will see it through.

Work-a-Day World

Forty words:

A hard life it seems,
far from our dreams...
no time for fun
or to sit in the sun
idling the hours away.
For bread we have none
until toil is done
and we take home
our pittance of pay.

Words That Rhyme

Rationalization and

Nationalization

are words which may open

security's door - for awhile.

But Immigration's Naturalization,

are words which may cause the

population figure to rise as

never before.

Words On My Mind Forever

O to be in England
When I was young and twenty.

Sitting happily in my chair
I now recall so very well
All the words that cast a spell:
February - forty-six, a fact
Bank of England Act...
July the fifth, forty-eight
~~The Appointed Day~~
When our Nation's Health
Service came to stay.
In the next decade came
The Clean Air Act...what
A great impact this had
On our lives and our
Environment

O to be in England
When I was young and thirty.

Words Of An Innocent Man

At last I am walking
In faraway places
Longing to greet
Green open spaces.
Prison...goodbye
Prison...oh why
Did you deny me
Feminine graces?
'An innocent man'

At last I am talking
To friends and relations
True hearts believing
My honest intentions.
Prison...goodbye
I forgive you that's why
I now walk in heaven's
Wide floral spaces
'An innocent man'.

Words From The Heart

Forty words:

Your writing is the neatest
your poems are the sweetest
those stanzas are the fairest
and... they are the rarest,
the meaning so inviting
the wording so exciting.
Your sentiments are a token of
our true love ~ as yet unspoken.

Words Flow From His Heart

Style of Thomas Hardy -
He to She:

May to October,
how the months hurry by...
it's the sad day tomorrow
when we say goodbye.
Sweet moments were magical
with you and your charms.
My stay has been wonderful
alone in your arms.
A holiday to remember
near sea and sand.

But at dawn's early light
I must go - can't you see?
To Canberra's fair city
away I must flee; where
the bronze Ethos statue
points up to the skies...
I will write to you darling,
have no tears in your eyes.
I'll return in December
kissing your hand.

Please take this Rosary,
it comes from my heart.
Sometime very soon,
prayer will play a part.
The beads which are sacred
count the hours as they go
and from now till December
you will haunt my dreams so,
because you are my only one
I thought you should know.

Wonders Never Cease

God is older than the land
Older than the sea and sand
Older than the moon and stars
And older than the planet Mars.

God was the first; He was there
Creator of all things everywhere,
Light was morning, dark was evening
His word determined every season.

God is older than the Lamb
Older than birds, older than man.
And ours is not to reason why
God reigns in glory beyond the sky.

Wonderful You

Beautiful love was ours for a lifetime
You held me in your arms and we danced.
I took one glance into your eyes
and my heart found a chapel of paradise
on a winding road for two...
'myself and wonderful you'.

Wonderful Paintings

Breathe a sigh, the scene is antique
Don't rush on by a scene so unique
Beautiful pictures abound.
Just look at the wonders I've found.
A glittering Admiral butterfly...
Must have been painted in heaven on high.
And look! The return of a crimson rose
Only weeks ago, in the Fall, she died.
And oh the ivy, golden and green,
Who designed such a glowing scene
Shining like the crown of a queen?
Ah! The Universe - colourful! glorious!
The Artist is adored by all of us.
God is the artist of all we survey
And how great His Original
'The Sunrise at Dawning of Day'.

Wonderful Dream

Take me in your arms dear and look into my eyes,
Tell me that you care...bring me your paradise.
Dance with me my love, until the morning light
For you and you alone, make this sad world seem right.

But our love is only a dream on a beautiful moonlit night
Never to become reality; a fantasy of love's delight.
So let the music play and think of me night and day
I'll hold you in my heart where you will always stay.

Within The Boundaries of Love

Forty words:

Stay in hours of darkness
Until morning light
Help me through our baby's birth
And I will be alright.
Life's great happening to cherish
Be it girl or boy...
Soon we'll hold a gentle child
God's precious gift of joy

Wisdom From By gone Days

In midst of the present recessional times
maybe Shakespeare's famous lines
'neither a borrower or a lender be'
could have saved the world much misery!
But without those overdrafts and loans
for motorcars and top-grade homes...
and spending our money to extreme,
there would be no midsummer dream.
Shakespeare meant no ill
for he is our treasure still.

With thanks to Robert Palmer

Forty words:

Falling in love with love,
My heart was aglow.
'Addicted to Love'
In a world long ago
When nightingales sang
And wedding bells rang.
Music played soft and low.
Romance is forever true.
And I am 'addicted' to
Loving you.

Winter Sundays

There was magic in Sundays of long ago.
Life was sweet and the pace was slow.
No motor fumes or poisonous spray
Or shopping sprees to mar the day.

The Sabbath was a Holy time...
From the village church, bells would chime.
And children, with fair and shiny tresses
looked just like princes and princesses.

Vases of flowers in their full bloom
Adorned the casement of every room,
And our dining-table was always set
With seasonal food, I remember yet.

Joyfully, to the park we would go,
Prancing through the crisp white snow;
Then home we'd run, fast as could be
To sit by the cosy fireside for tea.

At eventide every voice would sing
Hymns of praise to our Heavenly King.
Then we would sleep and dream till dawn
To wake afresh to greet a new dawn.

Winston Churchill

'We shall fight on the beaches
We shall fight on the landing grounds
We shall fight in the fields
And in the streets.
We shall fight in the hills
But we shall never surrender.'

Churchill's speeches were so well defined
Possessing a slight touch of rhythm and rhyme.
The most apt description clould be free verse,
A style of their own ~ iniquely diverse.
How could a wartime speech be poetical
When made up of words so widely political?
But Winston loved poetry, a great writer was he;
Nobel Prize for literature, nineteen fifty three.
At Harrow School, when only fifteen, he wrote
'The Influenza' ~ published and masterly.
And one day as his daughter's dog lay whining
He wrote a few lines, to stop her from crying...

'Poor Puggy Wug'
Oh what is the matter
with poor Puggy Wug?
Pet him and kiss him
and give him a hug;
run and fetch him a
suitable drug.
Wrap him up tenderly
all in a rug ~ that is the
way to cure Puggy Wug.

AH! But what a great Orator
And War Leader
Winston Churchill became.

Winter of Regret

I sigh and I fret
and I'll never forget
the last moment
I spent at your side.
I miss you my dear
life has been drear,
and my soul pines
for you yet...

Cold and dark ~
heavy the heart,
the heart that once
fell apart in the
ice and the snow
of long long ago,
'twas the winter
I will never forget.

Winter Fairytale

I once heard a baby boy crying
out in the mid-morning snow,
and anxious was I to comfort him
for my sad heart pitied him so.

He laid in the arms of his mother,
a princess from a day long ago,
and as I wandered away all alone
I could feel my teardrops of woe.

Returning again, before noonday
the sun had melted the snow...and
baby and mother were smiling sweetly
with their pretty blue eyes aglow.

I greeted the mother warmly,
she was kind as a mother could be!
Just one look made me understand
and I was filled with humility.

Happily we talked together;
she welcomed me home, just we three.
That gentle mother of a treasured child
had cast a magical spell over me.

Wings To Fly

Forty words:

Silken wings fluttering by

~~Irresistible butterfly~~

Enjoy my garden, can't you see

I'll protect you; trust in me.

Your presence is a child's delight

Nature rejoices in your Admiral flight.

With artistry of coloured sheen...

God designed a beauty queen.


Spelling
America - color
Britain - colour

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