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Wee Tulip
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Pictures, Poems on Thursday, January 29, 2009
Nature will always triumph over mans lust for money and power. We are a strange species, indeed. The very premise that we would destroy our own habitat without giving thought to future generations is insane!
I’m not on about global warming, just your average eefit that doesn’t see anything wrong with pouring motor oil into a stream. And, the arses that know better but just don’t care. Yeah, I’m a tree hugger but not a hippy. Although, I was raised by ‘em.
Fresh, tall and colourful, they arise,
Dominating an ancient horizon,
Merely forgettable monuments
To the modern virtues of this land
Speculation is abundant,
Yet even more sprout,
All scramble; transfixed,
By their raw splendour.
Finally the wild brents have returned,
Perhaps weary and spent by foreign toils,
But, easily caught in the superb daze,
Of such a noble narcosis.
Politicians, lobbyist; the masses too,
Race to appease an insatiable craving;
Strive to conceive, produce and build ever more,
For pretentious opulence is their life’s pursuit.
However, the last days draw nigh,
When the harsh winter will engulf all,
And the unforgiving world, will,
Eventually destroy the wee tulip.
At least until the next season of exuberance,
When the ridiculous game will be reborn,
And eagerly embraced with revitalised mirth,
By the infinitely wiser sons of fortunate fools.
-Jefferson Davis-
Four Letters
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Poems on Saturday, July 26, 2008
It’s a word
No moment can ever fully restrain
It values no limits
nor rules nor mores
nor logic.
It’s a word
that conveys honour
and compassion and focus
and belief in futurity,
manana.
It’s a word
that’s gentle and euphoric
and soothing, a quilt on a frigid night,
a hand, an arm, a snuggle,
a smile.
It’s a word
significantly unique to each expérience,
unseasoned couples engulfed in it,
elders acrimonious from it,
parents fulfilled by it.
But it’s just a word,
four finite letters
cryptic, maybe,
indefinable, certainly-
but just a word.
Elegant Lace
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Pictures, Poems on Thursday, April 24, 2008
I’m totally exhausted, so I’ll leave you with a wee poem I wrote almost a year ago. I shall return Friday evening with some new and original material. Not sure what yet.
Exquisiteness, youth and brilliance in motion,
Her purest of thoughts are my celestial notions,
Bringing forth perceptions of wonder and desire,
My heart skips as fanciful lips fervently enquire.
Her mystique, spirit, heart, and soul so tranquil,
Her adoring smile that rushes forth life’s grandest thrill,
Her ways of caring, nods of affection,
Beauty and grace; a tantalising deception.
She evokes love and kindness, from deep inside,
A deluge of emotions, setting forth a great tide.
She gingerly paints a world so serene
That life will never become a routine.
-Jefferson Davis-







