It must be the season
As again to the weather I turn
As the sky gets wetter
And for summer I yearn
It is not that autumn colours
Aren’t at first are not nice
I just don’t like the latter part
With fog and ice
Padre
Season
Month: November 2021
A “Z” of Hope
When the Boomers refused to go to war
And live a culture counter
Did they know what was in store?
Each successive generation shirking tradition
To do their own thing
Look at where its landed us
And what it did bring
Greed and “Me” culture
Gratification instant –
Waiting they abhor
Perhaps the Gen Zs
With the planet they aim to save
May a new direction
For the rest of us now pave
Padre
Larking
Along the bank when tides are low
In search of treasure, they’ll go.
To see what the river carries –
Wonderous finds, which always varies:
Broken clay pipes, coins of gold –
From the river our history is told.
While mudlarks are often wet and cold.
They bring to life the things of old.
Padre
Never Fall
In England it’s called Autumn, and never referred to as Fall
Today, I watched as leaves blew sideways and upwards, none went downwards at all
The rain it comes in cold hard bullets, and makes puddles to chill our feet
And they tell us now that this evening, we will be able to enjoy some sleet
Padre
Not Life As We Know It
The anxiety was shared by everyone. Millions of people stared almost unblinkingly at television sets and computer monitors around the world.
Danny was no different. He had a tension headache, and on several occasions he found himself hyperventilating because of the anticipation. His wife, Eve had tried to reassure him, but she too was showing the tell-tale signs of worry.
Could this truly be the end of civilisation as we know it?
All would be known by the 25th of December. Would Santa really be replaced by the Norwegian Postal Service?
Padre
Do no take this as a comment on Norway’s equality laws, rather it is a critique of the world where Amazon, FedEx, and now Norway’s mail system have changed our social interactions, killed small shops, created “Black Fridays,” and reduced everything to consumerism.
Creative
“A little space to be creative” were the words upon the page she read
She hadn’t really thought about the fact that the page was on the bed
But he had things on his mind, which that night to creation led
Padre
Follow the . . .
It wasn’t exactly yellow bricks, but it would have to do. After all, they weren’t in Kansas any more, so Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, headed down the Yellow Leaf Road in hopes of finding the Wizard. Little did they know that the Wicked Witch of East Anglia had an army of mustard-addicted canaries waiting to take carry them off to her evil realm of Norwich.
Padre
Stranded
He never thought the friendship would end quite like this. After all he and his sister, Gertie, had really stuck their necks out for the guy. Well, now Elliott really knew the consequences of ET not only phoning, but going home.
Padre
Flash Mob
It wasn’t really so much a flash mob as it was a flash presence. It had sounded a great idea when the local orchestral society had discussed doing it.
“What about Bolero?” Heidi had suggested.
“Wonderful choice,” Peter replied and they were off. They spent the next three rehearsals going over and over the same piece.
Finally the appointed day arrived, and Heidi was off early to plot out her seat at the airport. Twenty minutes later Tom Weaver showed up as well and the pair waited for the rest of the orchestra to arrive. They waited. They waited some more.
Finally, they started to play the piece the best they could in the domestic departure lounge. The show must go on they reasoned, though they were quite annoyed at the others.
Meanwhile, a enthralled crowed enjoyed the “spontaneous” rendition of Bolero which was played by nearly an entire orchestra in international arrivals.
Padre
Resilient
Christian Cueni at Unsplash
Standing alone –
Resilient.
Bending, even swaying –
Yet unbroken – unyielding.
A model of composure –
Dignified.
Showing restraint –
Not playing the victim,
Something surely you ain’t!
Padre
Shared on https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/25/open-link-night-305/
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