Archive for April 26th, 2020|Daily archive page

Are We Listening?

The universe has spoken
The message loud and clear
Not everyone is listening
There are some refuse to hear
It’s giving us a warning
And telling us who’s boss
But sadly, there are still those
Who couldn’t give a toss!
And when the virus leaves us
They’ll be the ones who try
To make us think we’ve gone mad
And it was all a lie
The ones who think they know it all
Will tell us it’s fake news
Ignore the science and the proof,
Continue to abuse
Our planet and the natural world
By stripping it’s resources
As long as there is profit
They care not of the sources
Let’s create a new normal
Find the true meaning of wealth
Money can’t buy real friends,
Love, family or good health
Appreciate this ‘great pause’
Give thanks that we’re alive
And help the only world we have
To rest, repair and thrive

© Jacky Leonard 2020

Author’s notes
These are my concerns about what people in power can do.  Coupled with my hopes for a more positive new normal once covid-19 has passed.

Priceless

My walk today was priceless, my senses fed in full
Blue sky, dusted in white clouds, the sea a clear green hue

I strolled on grass green carpets that led to rocky shore
Saw colours in the landscape that eluded me before

The blossom smelled so sweetly when caught by gentle breeze
It scattered like confetti on the path and round the trees

Prickly yellow gorse was in full bloom on craggy hills
And peaking from behind a rock were golden daffodils

The cackled cry of gulls ahead of me on cliff and wing
And on the beach a colony of seals began to sing

In grunts and barks and snorts, they called and shouted, squealed and wailed
While lounging in clear water and basking on warm shale

A grey head broke the surface and bobbed above the waves
It dived and glided into surf towards the cliffs’ dark caves

I sat alone upon the hill and out to sea I gazed
In awe of my surroundings captivated and amazed

My heart was filled with gratitude I’d found a treasure trove
Of nature’s true magnificence along that rocky cove

 

© Jacky Leonard 2020

Author’s notes
I’m lucky to have access to stunning scenery and beautiful walks.  This is about one such place and was penned following a walk on the Little Orme with my dog Tess.

A Precious Thing

We have a rare and precious thing, you and I

A strong physical attraction

An alignment of values

A meeting of minds

An uncanny connection that transcends the obvious

Exactly when, where or how this happened, is a mystery to me

Maybe it was in a dream

Or maybe, this is a dream

And I’ll wake up and find you gone.

 

© Jacky Leonard

 

Author’s notes
Thoughts about connecting on every level with someone special

Life in Colour

The world became a different place the day that I met you,

The sun shines much more warmly, the sky’s a brighter blue.

The shades of grey I saw before, have somehow been replaced

My life is glorious technicolour, the darkness now erased.

My thoughts are soaring higher, there’s nothing I can’t do

My senses working overtime and all because of you

And yet I feel afflicted, and have a heavy heart,

My world reverts to shades of grey, whenever we’re apart

 

© Jacky Leonard

Author’s notes
Life can seem very different when you fall in love.

All of Me

My mind, my body,

heart and soul

Have found their match

achieved their goal

My search now over,

needs now few

All my desires

met by you

 

© Jacky Leonard 2019

 

 

 

Dreams of You

Have we met before, were we once a pair?

Did we share a kiss, have a brief affair?

Have we stood together in a warm embrace,

Did I hold your hand, gently touch your face?

Did we make love slowly beneath cool white sheets,

Then embrace each other ’til we fell asleep?

I ask because, as strange as it seems,

We’ve been together, if only in dreams.

 

© Jacky Leonard 2019

Author’s notes
When you meet someone special and click so well it seems as if you’ve known them forever.

The Bird

I was walking one day when a bird flew past me

It perched close by in a high tree

I watched it and it watched me.

There enbranched it quietly stood

In the safety of that small wood.

In the calmness of that old oak,

With hissing flies and bullfrog croak

Hazy sun shadows just like smoke

On wavering bough it did cling

For me a solo it began to sing.

© Jacky Leonard

 

Author’s notes

This was one of the first poems I wrote when I was still at school