Big Triku ‘Poplars’

Majestic poplars

leaning by the water’s edge,

lightly rustling leaves.

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A sprinkling of coloured stars

glinting in the winter night, creatures

moving through the shallow light.

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A flapping ghost, low

above the waving grasses,

sunbeams from the east.

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Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Paintings and Flowers’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Paintings and Flowers)

Big Triku ‘The Park’

Cumulonimbi

darken behind the park’s trees

and their golden leaves.

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Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats

blow off and people chase them laughing

in the wind, voices sparkling.

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Sudden gust, raindrops,

people scatter smiling with

blurred, watery eyes.

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Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂

Our World

Imagine if we owned our world,

the air that flows to every place,

the turquoise ice upon a mountain,

and all of Nature‘s grace unfurled,

and we, a single human race.

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Winter snowflakes flurry from the blue,

and settle softly on the morphing land.

The burning sun unveiled, and what a view,

a fresh new world laid out by Nature’s hand.

But then I draw a finger through the snow,

and so can see the pristine white below,

the surface tarnished by Pollution’s stains.

My eyes sting, face tightens, heart pains.

We know we must step up and take the reins

from Dinosaurs with diesel in their veins.

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We need to close our eyes and dream

and see a future world to be,

for if you love a dream, and others

share it too, you’ll have a team

to help the acorn grow a tree.

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A helicopter seed, so slowly sinking,

sliding sideways in the scented breeze,

over waving virent foliage, crinkling

water shrouding mirrored lichened trees.

Now wondering out across a leafy pavement,

drawn toward a swarming crowd of cyclists,

gliding forward, dragging wind along.

Flowers. Fresh air. London’s future song.

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This world is ours, has always been,

though sometimes this can pass unseen,

we helplessly accept our fate,

or realise our choice to make,

just think how it would feel to see

our dreams become reality.