Read Poetry Online From Rhythms Of Life
DANCE THROUGH LIFE
Living your life is like dancing
Repetitive, hard work, but with charm
And it has to be said that it’s easier
With a partner on your arm
You begin to learn from each other
As you move across the floor
Your steps improving and confident
As you work together more and more
Initially, you set out quickly
At an unsustainable pace
Gradually learning this piece is long
And that this is not a race
So you slow to the music’s tempo
Learn to move with elegance and grace
Just to find that it’s really quite pleasant
And puts a glorious smile on your face
You take time to appreciate all around you
And how we all move to the music as one
It’s been tough to achieve this level
But oh. How you’ve learned to have fun
FOR EVER AND EVER
My shining jewel and one true love
A precious gift from one above
And even crazy though it seems
You fill my warmest sweetest dreams
You bring me joy, you fill me up
As we take and sip from love’s sweet cup
And in a magic moment to adore
Our souls reopen love’s sweet door
I hold you close against my skin
Entangled in your web within
For I have loved you from the start
And all the years we were apart
And when this world turns you to dust
I will reach with open hands
To the lifting winds that carry you
And hold you as you go
In sands of time that ever, ever blow
And here within my heart, to rest a never ending love
Until we meet again
My precious gift from one above
Born in Airdrie, Janette Horn has interests including walking and swimming. "I started to write six years ago to share a little of my life with others," she remarked. "A lot of my work is influenced by the fact that I was born at the end of the Second World War and I would like to be remembered as one who loved life and wanted to share it with the world." Aged 60, Janette is retired and has an ambition to have her memories in print. She is the widow of George and has four children and six grandchildren. "The person I’d most like to meet is the poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow because he inspires a lot of my work," added Janette.
AGE, AGE, AGE
As time moves along, it concerns us all, the affect of age
felt so very strong.
Early years are filled with hope, look in the mirror, what do
Bright eyes that shine, your own pearly teeth, years pass
by tho’, quick as a flash.
Now, look again, what is here? Hair that is faded and
streaked with grey, more wrinkles appearing day by day.
Feel not regret, don’t despair, laughter is free and with eyes
that still see, just look the other way.
Doctors, nurses, now part of the scene, worn out with our
care, busily prescribing for pains everywhere.
Creaks in joints that weren’t there last year.
Age. But, let your thoughts wander, your mind run free.
Then you can dance, swim and still climb that tree. Just as
you did at ten plus three.
Time to pause, to think how lucky one can be.
There’s many a child, taken in its prime age will never
achieve what we, with age, experience.
The gift of life and living.
Elsie Jane Rodriguez
Melodies rise, we move as one,
Your arms hold me close, we blend.
Our steps unite, we move with grace,
To swirl and swoop and bend.
There’s something here no words can tell,
It’s deep inside our hearts.
When kindred souls begin to dance,
That’s when the magic starts.
Your gentle breath now fans my cheek,
As you lead me with faultless grace.
I follow your steps, well aware of your style,
So happy in my place.
The steps fade out as the tune takes over,
The pounding drums match our hearts.
We could dance all night till dawn awakes,
One in mind and body and heart.
Lost in the wonder of the dance,
No-one would ever tell.
We’ve been together for a lifetime now
And I know my love so well.
RHYTHMS OF GROWTH
Rhythms of life begin to show
When we get old and move more slow
But the joyful spirit that abounds when young
Can still be practiced when mixing among
The fast skilled skiers on the slopes
Dashing at speed, and safe one hopes
Many a man who missed his chance
Will ski or fly, or merely dance
Many an artist has found his vocation
When travelling abroad on merely vacation
Retirement itself, gives everyone time
To appreciate life and live as in prime
The full statured man who upholds his station
Need not walk with a stick in mature resignation
For rhythms of life mean action in motion
Whether up stage or down enjoyment the potion
A LIFE OF LOVE
As I sit here in the garden, the winds a gentle breeze,
Being with you forever is all your partner sees.
A life of love and happiness for both of us to share,
To know we’ve got each other to love, to cherish, to care.
As one day ends another begins, our love grows ever stronger.
Our two hearts now just beat as one, but beat as one for longer.
TODAY IS TOMORROW’S MEMORIES
Live for today, make each moment last, for today is
Enjoy the time you have with family and friends, make
today the memory that will last a lifetime.
Savour the wind in the air, the blue skies above, the hazy sun,
For those will be tomorrow’s memories.
The birds with their song so sweet, the buzz of the bees on the air,
Memories are all around us to hold and savour.
And every now and then look back on those yesterday’s
Reflect on the memories made that day.
They are to be shared, enjoyed,
To be lived and laughed at once more.
Remember today is tomorrow’s memories,
Some sad, some glad, for each today will be a different moment in life.
But each of these moments are our memories of a life lived.
So savour each today, each moment in time
And make more of those memories for tomorrow.
Could there be a worse hell
Than their rat infested slum?
Tommy got his answer
At the Battle of the Somme.
The war to end all wars?
The great orchestral score
Had only reached a general pause
Of twenty years of rests,
And then we had some more.
PICNIC IN THE COUNTRY
It was a lovely day in August
And on school holidays.
Daddy took us to the country,
My sister, mum and me.
Two hours had passed when we arrived
And found a perfect spot
Down a narrow lane, beside a field,
A perfect heaven on earth.
We entered the field, and had our picnic
We played some ball games and rested a while.
We were awoken by a farmer waving his stick,
A bull in the next field had broken into ours.
We ran for our lives and made it to the gate,
All our belongings were ruined.
We were scolded by the farmer
And went home in shame.
From that day on, there were no more
Visits to the country,
Only trips to the seaside And arcades of amusements.
Age, does it make us wise
When it helps our minds to fantasise
About the past and precious times
Of young love we once had?
The desires of a girl and her lad
With frenzied passion driven mad.
Age changes with our lives,
Yet warms us as we realise
The love, the lust of our shared time,
When I was yours and you were mine.
The man I knew as a boy,
Who loved a lass so long ago,
Before years ravaged us, turning us old.
Age, it does make us wise,
As we remember with fond eyes
The adventures of cherished times
That made us grow
And helped us know
The richness of our lives.
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