We thought . . .

We thought they would rise to the occasion.
Instead, they fell into cowardly inaction.

We thought they would answer the high calling.
Instead, they bowed to a lowly bidding.

We thought they would take the bull by the horns.
Instead, they cowered in their seats like lambs shorn.

We thought . . .
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Calling a Spade

Calling a spade a spade
Gets you all the hate

Calling a spade a hoe
Gets people into a throe

Calling a spade a tool
May bring pride to a fool

Calling a spade a clever
lever of the third order,
Makes friends of many foes.

Calling a Spade
20201115 1109 hr
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I See

I look at what is behind me
I see joy mingled with sorrow
I see regrets and happiness
I see opportunities missed
and achievements made

I look at what is before me
I see a long winding road ahead
I see bridges to be crossed
I see a mountain to climb

With dense jungles to trek
I look at what is yet to be
I see a distant rainbow
I see a lofty arc in a misty sky
I see a myriad of dreams and wishes
Waiting silently for me

I See
20201108 0719 hr
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When . . .

 When can we all go back
To those happy innocent days?
When can we all live again
the way we lived always?

When can we get to see
Little children together at play?
When can we get to hear
Their gleeful squeals all day?

When will we be set free
From these fetters called lockdowns?
When will borders be opened,
And we move from town to town?

Oh for those bygone days
When we went about freely,
Oh for those times past
When we weren't beset by worry

Of this fearsome unknown disease
That spreads around with stealth,
That kills some, and hurts others,
And quietly ruins our health. 

When will this dearth of freedom
Come to a final end?
When can we all go back
To those happy days again?

20201103 2155 hrs

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I have not been writing

I have not been writing,
I have been away
From my thoughts and musings,
Over many days.

My pen is lying idle,
The ink-bottle has dried.
My thoughts are in a muddle,
Rhythm and rhyme has died.

Tonight, I return to my desk,
A blank page lies before me.
Will words emerge at my behest?
I have yet to see.

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20201102 2251 hrs