A new perspective

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Once came a man with head of greed,
High and mighty upon his steed.
Bewitched was he by ancient glades,
Of purple caps and orange blades.
While here he learned that riches sought
Are worthless when life is so short.
Homeward bound his heart filled with gold,
A new perspective to be told.

(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Far from home

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Lone visitor, a clown,
Left to own devices
On a street of vices.
An unfamiliar town.

Enticed as music woos,
Sway in time with the beat.
Too chilled to go and eat,
Perfect night for the blues.

To leave, it seems too soon.
Cars go by with whishes
To the clink of dishes,
By the light of the moon.

Restless nights; a strange bed,
Dubious caffeine fix
Is no help as time ticks.
Pleased to go home instead.

(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Space

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Many a time, as a child, did I lie
Back aground gazing up high to the sky.
Dinosaurs, elephants; continents too
Drifting so slowly ‘gainst heavenly blue.
So long did I stay that time slipped away;
No troubles here; wish forever to stay.

For life in the moment, gone is the past.
Being present; the way to make life last.
Knowing and accepting myself is key
For me to connect with humanity.
Around me life’s lived at dizzying pace,
It’s challenging to find a quiet space.

I savour life’s many wonders; behold
Life shines bright when embraced, try to be bold.
All, it seemed lay outside when I was small.
Now, I know place to look’s inside us all.
Oft times I ponder the future, a dream
Of what could be; borne upon a moon beam.

(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Communication

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When in a group, how d’you signal
Without speech, your intent to do?
Maybe barge through, loiter or queue?
Are your actions conditional?
How will others know what to do?
You may not consider such things,
But should know the heartache it brings.
For those who do, it’s social disgrace.
What a conundrum! I rest my case.

(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Being present

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A moment forward
Hasn’t happened yet
A moment backwards
May as well forget

Light advances
Darkness recedes
Takes life’s chances
He who succeeds

Living in the now
Releases my strife
Being strong somehow
By accepting life

(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Tree spirit

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‘Though rains lash, winds thrash and sun doth dry,
Finger leaves rustle catching the breeze.
Tentacle twigs thrust, poke and probe from
Lean athletic elongated limbs,
Slowly inching upward, stretching high;
Gum tree spirit reaches t’ward the sky.

Born of an ancient land where fires rage,
Smooth ghostly trunk stands strong above while
Unseen roots writhe in silence below,
In search of precious water, so scarce.
A testament to survival these
Icons of antipodean land.