Saturday 14 December 2013

Christmastide..... Published 19 December 2013


Christmastide...
Christmas cheer approaches near,
Shops overflowing with bargains and offers
Enticing the shoppers to fill up their coffers
The countdown begins a bit sooner each year.
Its time to sally forth and try
With some attempt at sensible thrift
To find the right presents for all to buy
White elephants of gifts...
The Salvation army's trumpeting carols
The streets ablaze with garlands of lights
Jostle and hustle and seasonal bustle
Glitter and sparkle of yuletide sights
Baubles and lights and parcels to wrap
Turkeys to eat and crackers to crack
While Santa cruises through the skies
With reindeer sleigh and bulging sack
On Christmas eve the children hang
Their stockings hoping Santa will
With parcels all these stockings fill
And toys for girls and boys he'll bring
But what about children whose homes - alack
Are apartments in city high rise blocks
They haven't got a chimney stack
Why - Santa just unpicks the locks
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When midnight comes - there's pause to remember
That star that shone on Bethlemem
The story of that ancient drama
That babe re-born each year again



Windblown Leaves - Published Cambridge News 14 December 2013



Windblown Leaves
A frost that sharpens the air and brings
A glorious avalanche of leaves
Tumbling cascade of torrent and colour
Pouring down from the trees
A dripping curtain of golden rain
Or drifting down with gentle patter
Spilling to carpet the earth beneach
Makes floating enameled jewels on water
Crisp underfoot to crunch and shuffle
There for all to kick and scuffle
Creating delicious crackling rustle
Caught by the wind they whirl and settle
Scorning the labours of puny man
Working with barrow who thinks he can
Mocking at those so busily sweeping
Up mountains of leaves and carefully heaping
Their evening fires with smoky plumes
They swirl again all efforts defeating
These leaves gathered in with rakes and brooms
Then chilly mist of evening brings
The tang of bonfire's rich perfumes


 

  







 

Friday 6 December 2013

The Computer - Published Cambridge News 10 December 2013


The Computer

The computer sits so smugly there
This thing that’s made of chips and wires
It doesn’t get stressed or angry or swear
It can’t get bored and never tires

It isn’t panicked by wasting  time
Its imperturbable indefatigable
Murmurs with quiet electronic hum
Its mechanical patience is interminable

It squats there with unblinking screen
Blandly awaiting instructions
Its regular silicone heart beats on
While we sit frantically pressing the buttons

With incomprehensible jargon it doesn’t bargain
Every hyphen and dot or colon or dash
Each symbol or link and capslock or slash
Must be perfect or else the computer will crash

It remains unphased with impenetrable calm
There’s no end to the hours it can afford
It doesn’t know its doing us harm
When we can’t access information its stored

In our despair we may tear at our hair
With its  basilisk stare and time to spare
It doesn't care or know it’s won
The battle it wasn’t aware it begun