The light shafts
Softly through the trees,
In sheets,
And infuses the water below.
Light is gentle and limpid
At this time of year.

This house
Was abandoned long ago.
When life here became too hard.
Now it provides shelter
For passing walkers
And the curious.

I’m not pretending life isn’t hard,
But we really love our hometown, Prague.
We’ve hats on our heads and boots on our feet,
And a lantern, both for light and heat.
And best of all, we have each other,
This is my best friend my little brother.

A gloomy day,
When the clouds bank and threaten,
Steel grey and forbidding,
Precursors of storm.
I will stand on a bench,
And lean forward,
Rest my weight on its back,
Hold an umbrella above my head,
And wait for the skies to relent,
A tiny slice of sun will break through,
Followed by a rainbow…
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On days like this I come and sit,
And contemplate the world a bit,
And if I’m in a mellow mood,
I play my sax as soul food.
For anyone who’s passing by,
To say hello, to say goodbye.
I wear my feelings on my sleeve,
Whether I celebrate or if I grieve,
And all who listen, a motley crew,
Well, to a man, they feel it too.

Did you know that you and I
Can play polo on camels in Dubai?
Or walk The Great Wall of China, inch by inch,
It would take eighteen months to do it, at a pinch.
Or bunjee jump from Tower Bridge,
160 ft trusting elastic cordage.
Feeling brave? Why not try a yak ski?
A certain proof of your bravery!
How about a jet pack flight?
Travel at speed and a certain height!
How about zorbing down a hill?
I’ve done it myself, it’s quite a thrill!
Why not go volcano boarding last?
Because a possible death is perhaps forecast!
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We’re two gingernuts, who, against the odds,
Outwitted our owners, the skanky sods!
Paprika’s tried to lock her away,
To “keep her apart from that nasty stray.”
But I’ll have you know, Mr. Robert Paul,
My forebears are gentlemen, one and all!
I am no average, standard mog,
I’m digital, not analogue!
You will not part us, our love is strong,
It’s to each other that we belong.
I’ll climb up to your boudoir, like Romeo,
To prove I’m no worthless lothario!
We will be together, through thick and thin,
You’re Elsa to my Lohengrin!
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I am no vegetarian, but,
There is nothing like a wondrous glut,
Of this particular veg, homegrown,
From a handful of seed, lovingly sown,
From brightest yellow to deepest red,
They are scrumptious, a veg godhead!
Crunchy, earthy, undeniably sweet,
An organic carrot’s a culinary treat!
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Ghosts, cadavers, devils, ghouls,
A nasty zombie guest that drools,
They came around and knocked and said,
“Trick or treat, you need to pacify the dead!”
When it comes to this time of year,
All sensible adults tend to disappear,
Lights off in the house and ne’er a sound,
When the trick or treaters come around.
Did you enjoy your Halloween,
When the undead are on the scene?!

A curious collision
Of particles and dust
From a dying planet,
Adorning our night sky.
Viewed through the Hubble Telescope,
Its wings span several light years,
And it burns at 250,000 degrees Centigrade.
A beautiful butterfly,
Flexing its wings.

Photo courtesy of NASA