Double Entendres:
Confession.
She went to confession, her heart full of pain,
and vowed she would never do it again.
Dominatrix
So inexperienced, so full of hopes;
It was my pleasure to show him the ropes.
Carpé Diem
Live for the moment; seize the day
live in the now - it's the only way
putting it off until tomorrow
only breeds fear and dread and sorrow
procrastination's a dreadful bind
the thief of time - the very worst kind
don't let mañana take control
it's bad for the body and bad for the soul.
Let "Do it now" be your motto, then;
live in the how? and not in the when?
Seize the moment; live for the day
learn to cast your worries away
indecision will lead to doubt
nothing gets done while the jury's out
if nothing else have the guts to say
I'll never do that! and walk away
I could have done so very much more
if only I'd heeded this lesson before.
You only live once, in this world anyway,
so live for the moment and seize the day.
The Natural World
A Minor Miracle
I watched it swell and grow
filled with the promise
of good things to come.
Finally, today,
it burst into bloom.
Beauty on my window sill.
Another minor miracle.
Little Fruit
Springtime proudly promised much
but summer brought its shadows;
undeveloped fruit now falls
to lie in winter meadows.
Along the Seashore
Waves, whispering on the sand
slowly encroaching
falling back
move miniscule grains
losses and gains
bring nourishment
to hungry mouths
of crabby crustaceans
wiggling worms and
a multitude of molluscs
not forgetting the hoards and hoards
of hidden, almost invisible, things
who wait with assorted maws and jaws
for what the sea will bring.
Life along the seashore.
Bug Poo I and II
1
Ants on a fig tree
farming bugs.
Diligent, they watch for
the moment of emergence,
greedily relishing
bug poo,
honeydew.
II
Dust mites, invisible,
skin scales their bread;
irritate intensely
pooing in your bed.
Haiku I and II
A soft Spring breeze blows
cherry blossom from the trees,
carpeting the ground.
Dew upon a web.
Morning leaves a string of pearls
to enchant the eye.
The Fox
The fox is often hunted
which leaves some folk affronted.
The handsome inspiration
for so much altercation,
is either loved or hated,
its nature much debated.
Often it is thought to be
just out on a killing spree,
indiscriminate in its slaughter
slaying far more than it oughta.
No, my friend, not so.
It's rep has been corrupted;
if not interrupted
it buries all it slays,
a store for leaner days.
We fail to understand
it has its future planned;
with little ones to raise and feed
such behaviour isn't greed.
Necessity drives every creature,
avarice is a human feature
as our waistlines show.