A fire hydrant
Gushing forth
Into the street
Stopping traffic
Emergency
Meanwhile little feet
Paddle flippantly
Rush too much
To drink
Pushing through
Excitedly
Making rainbows
Underneath
As tiny popstick
Sailboats
Race and chased
Endlessly
To the woman with no means
Who spends her time
Cleaning
Cares for all littlest
Both furred and skin
Breeding
Bringing lively heartbeats
Into tearful world
Dreaming
Paring back overgrowth
Give wings to spread
Believing
Turning the other cheek
At the partnership
Leaving
Turning new leaf
Love a fortune
Receiving
Can't take my eyes
Off the game
Playing singles
Staring at opponent
Seeing double
Affected by one
On the sidelines
Waiting to notice
The score
The faults
The bad calls
Only chatting
To a friend
Watching them
Taking my eyes off
The ball
Shooting past head
Then a slam
Unattainable
In a game with
Naught but love
'There's an island I know
They get a little rain
Then it snows
But the feeling seems to flow
It's a place that I call home
We get the music, get the market on the weekend
People don't seem to play pretend
Snow capped mountain looking over my shoulder
The summer seems to get much shorter and colder.
But there's beautiful people
And familiar faces
That's where I want to be
When the cold world races
The people I link with
The friends that I drink with
When the sky is falling down
It's my family I want to be with
The beautiful people.
There's a pub on the corner
You can drink in the street
Philosophy on the lawn
You can wear bare feet
If you stay out late
There's no pollution in the sky
So you can see the stars
Yeah we got problems
A few greedy men
Making decisions with
A cheque book and pen
The paper says
Nobody's cutting the trees
Seems funny to me
When the paper's made
Out of trees.
But there's beautiful people...
-song by Adam Cousens, Beautiful People. (C) 2009
Some would prefer to be
Locked in a warm embrace
Holding hands on Summer's day
Dressing up for a parade
Underneath veneer new love
Springs to mind the perils of
Weighing strangers with a thumb
Viewed through tiny window
Only thing to weigh my mind
The thought of you riding
Over mountains, rivers, coastlines
Scenery found by your thighs
All the heartache, sweat and tears
Over so many years
Devoting nature's wisdom
To so many ears
Keeping so very busy
With thoughts of making plans
Though there's never any demand
Greater love in absent fan
Image Credit: Emma Haynes
I fell in love with nature
Not for its own sake
Or higher cause
Tickets to posterity
Simply to save me
She was a portal
I climbed through
Out of the capsized
Sinking ship
Took me by the hand
Showed me how to swim
Not for glory, accolades
For my own benefit
Opened my eyes
To all the life
Beneath the surface
I could not see
Though I hold on
To air, words, hands
In her presence
Not to tarnish
The moment
Having dived for riches
Striving to pluck my heart
From the seabed
She reminded me
Just breathe
I visited your beach
While you were away
Took a seaheart home
From underneath the waves
I also received your dose
Of cinnamon sugar skin
Salty lips and ocean hair
Wished that you were there
But you were afterall
Maybe we could meet
Under the waves
One day
Peculiar how we save a face
In our memories
Some change
Some stay
One could remain
Just a passerby
In the grocery aisle
But instead became
Ingrained in our hearts
The eyes, lips, soft lines
For a time
Then painstakingly returns
To its place again
Passing us by
Gathering supplies
To meet with other faces
Besides mine
A nod, a smile
A backstep out
The revolving door
Of our lives
I ask my flowers..
They show spots, scars
Unwelcome visitors
Eroding fine display
Bugged by this
They pull up to sky
To climb higher
A royal bouquet
On our faces
We read them
Like palm lines
Mine long and broken
Immediately filled
With love
Looking so much
Like pain, longing
Confusion
Though silent willing
To never let
This moment end
To nurture soil
Grow colour
A smile
To look into light
To unfurl
Holding on
Gently
For hope
Seemingly
Forever
Can I see one more time
Says the bee to belle
Taking temperature tells
It is not this hot in May
Ask simply
How can one live
Without the glimpse
Of her inner world
There is nothing at all
For a muse to do
But be oneself
Share but a small
Dose of delight
An open veil
When she trails
With my thoughts
Tailing behind
As I watch
Looking up
For once
In my life
Photo credit: Emma Haynes
Count the stars of heaven 