Thought for Today

Far from the maddening crowd
All alone, high on a Cloud
Sitting, thinking, watching it all
Don't upset the balance, 'else you'll fall.

Forget the future, the past has gone,
Today is the thing, live it in song.
Enjoy the present, while you can,
Tomorrow's a new chapter, in our life-span.

(c) Martin Lilley 18/4/10

Sunday Supplement

I stopped in the sun today, on the way to work,
Thinking of poems, in my brain they lurk.
A number of themes came to my head
the remainder unspoken, yet to be said.

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Black Bird on the bough
Robin red, I see him now
Tit of blue, fluttering near,
shows surprise & disappears

Magpie pecking on the lawn,
Carpet of green, closely shorn.
All around, sounds of the wild,
broken only by a small child.

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Long shadow on the page,
A pencil of dark, centre stage.
Book tilted, a strange poise
Sun shining bright & nature's noise.

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The birds are fluttering, a squirrel to one side
I should be working.. - its for my pride.
Out here the sun shines, for now it can wait
It is Sunday after all, I Can't be late!

Watching that squirrel, creeping around,
Birds still twittering their pretty sound.
The sun is warm and I'm getting hot,
Don't want to burn, protected not.

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All (c) Martin Lilley 18/4/10

A foggy day

The foghorn blows
out on the head,
A lonely sound
it must be said.

No wind this day
Mist on the sea
To port please go
or faithful be.

The lifeboat waits
for the call,
Brave men to risk
their lives for all.

Here it comes,
*The phone it rings*
"Way to the west"
the Coxswain sings

Out on the shout
To sea they go
Through the darkness
and waves they flow.

To the ship adrift,
heading for the rocks,
can't see them yet
the fog it blocks.

But they know,
it must be soon,
From mist she comes,
and big she'll loom.

There she lies
A ship and cargo
Eight in the crew
To save & embargo.

One by one
across they come,
dressed for the sea,
shivering, numb.

They save them all
Lucky this time,
but the ship founders
her position prime.

A Wreck she'll make
if she can't be lifted
Homes of holes
to Sealife gifted.

The lifeboat makes
her way to port
One dicey moment,
Nervous, fraught.

They make it back
safe and sound,
men to their beds
no-one drowned.

Another shout
entered to the log
Too many this year
excluding the fog

The foghorn blows
out on the head
Completely oblivious
I’m tucked in bed.

(c) Martin Lilley 4/4/10