This picture appeared in a South African journal with the title "Storm clouds gathering" indicating troubled perhaps even violent times ahead and it bugged me for days, I thought well why should it be interpreted so negatively? why may it not be seen as a promise, an omen of goodwill and better times ahead? It's not quite a pillar perhaps for pillars are more usually straight but never-the less I was inspired to write this poem.
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I am the pillar of peace, your hopes
the veil that would hide is not solid
nor the sky brass that there is no way through
or are all hearts bound as with ropes
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The peace pillar is just the promise
the gift itself, all transcendent
why don't you see that? what makes men so blind?
the clouds in your minds cause amiss
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Come all you children into the light
but you'll have to crowd together
my rejoicing is roundness, no-one first
this will not be achieved by might
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I pour  me down my promise is for you
why stand you afar off gazing
if the token only carries such hope
what will the reality endue?
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They who have seen my pillar of peace
have I not broken through the storm?
I am calling to you the people, come
bathe in my fountain, anger cease.  
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I'll be flying my kite in Texas
if I can catch the breeze
hanging high in the sky
cut her some slack till she finds her space
you can see she can please
and I know she can fly
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Running against the wind in Zilka
watch how I hold the line
I'm gonna make her glide
how it pleases me to hear her sigh
she makes me feel so fine
I'm right there by her side
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We're flying together, flying so high
two birds of a feather, I know she's mine
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[rift]
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We're flying together, flying so high
two birds of a feather, I know she's mine
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You've got to be mine
and I feel so fine
you've got to be mine.

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Maybe you were expecting a serious article about our feathery antarctic luvvies, well why should I disappoint you? here are some good resource links.But FIRST you have to read my ditties.
http://www.seaworld.org/infobooks/Penguins/home.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penguin
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You will usually find with a penguin
that his outlook in life is quite sanguine
for why should he mope
when there's always the hope
he will find the right crowd which to hang in
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THE LAUGHING PENGUINS
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The penguins had a barbecue
with sausages on sticks
they all became quite jolly
as they began to mix
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for penguins are a merry bunch
and were you to draw near
as you come among them
this sound would meet your ear
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ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha
ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
                              ho ho ho ho ho x2 [more verses will follow]
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There was a poor penguin from Sherbourne
with a face that was rather forlorn
his wife ran away
I am sorry to say
for she left him with a heart that was torn.
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I'd never heard a penguin whistle
till one slipped upon a thistle
his whistle was shrill
because in his bill
were the remains of his good wife's rissole.
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You will never see a penguin's willy
for where he lives it's much to chilly
the most you'll ever see
is where he had his wee
snow with shades of piccalilly 
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And then hop over to Gentledove for resource links about our soggy little friends, plus MORE POETRY and HISTORY [you know how you love history] and then there is my Yack page, you never know what you might find there, I can sense your excitement from here.

I went with me boyfriend up the Smoke for a whizz around Hyde park and Kensington gardens. It was lovely and this is a little poem wot I wrote about it.
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ROLLERSKATE LOVERS
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Glide me down swiftly, so fleet
choosing this path takes me into    your    arms
gentle the arc I draw
twice two the figure eight
round and round I'm a carousel
hold on tight, no alarms.
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Look at me! slicing the breeze
darling, my coming is only for you
the wind brushes my face
sunshine plays in my hair
racing the beat of my heart 
I'm alive! everything's new
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Avenues of trees slide by
for a moment you are lost to my view
so wheel the wheel backward
you are still out of my sight
turn the full circle, where are you?
with eyes for me so true
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Look there! our tryst, we shall meet
our paths, love, will cross once more, you and I
nothing can stop us now
joyful collision sure
hand holding hand, happily we
my head on your shoulder I sigh
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Melancholy bells echoing
like yesterday's sad song he was singing
now touching, now far away
unchanging, the tones, everything is changing
now touching, such a hard play
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Fading love flow'r, bathed in sunshine
a blackbird duet, love canticle divine
feeling, I feel it, he doesn't feel me
this one's for last year's dream, where did you go?
taking me once more with your mystery
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Yellowing dust, grained net curtain
hold within like life's cycle, uncertain
yet sure to let go, I want to let go
clasping that which should be held but loosely
if it had meant to be, only so far so
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Echoing chimes, my girlhood sounds
previous hopes lying, lying on the grounds
yet move me it did, oh so grateful the sigh
I could have stayed the same, remain unchanged
those melancholy bells were rearranged, why?
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Welling thoughts, this was to have been
before my eyes, which were to have seen
succombing to shadows, I can't stop it now
sweet luxury surge, it's me, me, feté
unstemmed feelings that passed my way 
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JEREMY GONE
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Jeremy gone
I never meant to hurt you love
I am so sorry you are gone
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Me thought that time had healed the pain
that together we had begun to dream again
waiting on fair weather was not enough
to restore love's trust in your gentle dove
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I know my love that you are reading me
oh give me a chance just to make you see
my tears are falling since we've been apart
(my darling)
it was just a foolish beat of my heart
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Jeremy gone
I never meant to hurt you love
I am so sorry you are gone.  

A frog is not a butterfly
but oh if I had wings
I'd squabble with the sparra's
and do amazing things
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O'er the housetops I would soar
the children would point at me
"a bird in a shiny green jacket "
you would hear them shout with glee
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But diving from my lilypad
is the closest I will get
to that feeling of heady euphoria
so my dreams I will have to forget.
 

A lady frog can get quite lomesome
on her lily pad, woo woo
sitting on her ownsome
feeling rather sad, woo woo
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Waiting for her froggy prince
it really will not do, woo woo
if he hopped by this minute since
he would only make her blue, woo woo
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For men frogs are not faithful peeps
they only shoot the line, woo woo
their promises they never keeps
they leave a gal to pine, woo woo
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MR. PRESIDENT.
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A frog is not a pretty thing
his talents are not many
he doesn't dance, he cannot sing 
and gags he knows not any
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yet a frog may make president
and if you think that's just a joke
next time we're in a crisis
you'll see him on the telly and you'll hear him croak. 

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I am a frog                                                                                                              



My tiny webbed feet are frozen
this isn't the life I'd have chosen
but I am a frog
 an' I live in  bog
so what's the use of supposin'?

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TADDIES
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Tadpoles in the frying pan
O what a lovely treat
lightly fried in butter
a delicacy to eat.
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