POET’S CORNER
Dreams
Mental images, apparitions,
That disturbs one’s sleep
Abscond from the reference library Of one’s mind.
Dreams that haunt in the night. Distorted, fragmented, shattered. Like Alice, you gaze into the mirror. Enter the nocturnal wonderland, To wander aimlessly.
You drift in the sea of confusion, Images from the past, Marley’s ghosts.
Converse with friends long gone. Suddenly you’re being chased,
You stumble and fall
Into the tumultuous sea of dreams. Tossing and turning.
Your head slips from the pillow. As you plunge down, you wake with a start,
Sweat drips from troubled brow. You strive to unravel the dream. There is no start or ending, Like a Chinese puzzle.
You lie unrefreshed from sleep. Glancing at the clock, you moan. As another stressful day beckons.
Ron Nozedar.
Happy New Year
A Happy New Year to one and to all, Especially the ones who really stood tall.
Care home workers, Covid doctors, nurses and all essential workers too, We really really appreciate every one of you.
When the chips are down many many of us are in dire need,
You folks are the ones who have really paid heed.
With selfless abandon, your tasks you have carried out,
Quietly often in the background with no noise or shout.
On behalf of the helpless ones you helped when it counted,
I say thanks to you all your devotion to your care and help will never ever be surmounted.
Now this New Year is upon us I pray, All the very best wishes and thanks in the world it’s possible to say.
Franmac.
Marching On
Before me a Christmas Card of
The Band of the Coldstream Guards Marching on;
Twelve - nay Thirteen - officers of the Coldstream Guards
Marching on;
Resplendent in their startling red-and-black uniforms
Marching on;
Each guard’s forehead hidden by the fluffy bearskin peculiar to grenadiers
Marching on;
Each of these soldiers playing trumpet or trombone
Marching on;
Stark silhouette of a Buckingham Palace frontage: the backdrop as they’re
Marching on;
Heavy snow falling as - unperturbed - they
March on.
Twelve, nay thirteen, Bandsmen marching into the New Year A year of Jubilee; jubilation? Marching - sometimes in the dead of night To mark seventy years of their monarch’s reign;
Marching, in step, to the beat of an almighty threat:
Yet unconquered.