Poems on this page:
- Flying to the moon
- An Apple Tree on a hot day
- Untitled 1
- Mid January's Nights Dream
- Untitled 2
- Entity
- Red and Black
- Untitled 3
- Rebeca
- The Sun
- Saying for Causeway House
- Random Jottings 1 and 2
How do you hold a doves wing?
This poem came to me from a Buddove.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1995.
Oh dear, dear, dear,
it's such a hot day.
I wish for the basket,
for I can not stand to stay.
August sun is baking me into a pie.
I wish someone would pick me says an apple close by.
The whole tree agrees,
the apples that is.
That being in this heat wave,
is a small price to pay,
just to eventually ripen someday.
Shhh, someone is surly passing this tree.
She's looking quite tempted to eat us up all.
All the apples quarrel that it's them she should see.
For Autumn seems distant and it hurts just to fall.
Llith wonders at this beautiful site,
and she thinks to her self will it hurt if I bite?
Well I'll take a few home with me maybe today.
The insects would destroy what they could anyway.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1987.
That ink is blood to paper.
That woods play natures fife.
My hand then would be able
to reflect my sound and life,
and my mind in strife.
*Inspired by William Shakespeare's Sonnet number 128.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1987.
In life we try and mend the hole.
The whole being one big amazing dream,
where elves and fairies come to the realm.
It causes no great false alarm,
because me thinks fairies have woven and spun,
armed with thier baskets what have they done?
I feel my nose tickle,
my eye lashes piled,
with blue shining snowflakes,
a fairy child has died.
I sneeze and soft hidden giggling is heard,
but I am tired.
I feel myself covered,
and I turn to my side.
The sun rising slowly,
I am weary and fain,
but sad fully truthful a dream can't remain.
I don't know why,
I feel as if someone that who,
in it's dear moments,
was busy with crewel.
The latter I find mended a hole in my shawl.
The rest are brimming over me all.
And what is this hazy blue sleep in my eyes?
I would swear that my dreaming was more so somehow.
Was it a sweet little someone who flew?
Whose name is the same as this flower lying next to me true?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1987.
I shine my light and in my sight you are far.
Three in the West gather like lanterns and pattern a course.
Do we share this brightness and likeness of source?
Like jewels and stars that sparkle, they dazzle the eye.
Do you see me at night, where moon bleeds (dreams) up high?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1987.
My eyes do take as insight
what day hath brought forth.
My mind doth reflects
that which seems a tame and wild reality.
Why does the sun beckon me,
to enlighten my eyes
and mind within itself?
So it's love,
that my heart relies on so deeply,
to endure this tame and wild reality.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1986.
When clean cut diamonds take part in my dream,
the Queen of hearts wishes to scream.
The King must have spoke,
when I awoke,
saying, "To be in my Kingdom,
made up of yards,
is to live in my castle,
of fifty two cards."
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1997.
You are my King,
Peter,
and I must be the ten of hearts,
because I love you so much.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1998.
I do hesitate,
to walk through the gates.
If GOD, you only knew,
my family has forsaken me,
to a house on a hill by some trees.
Venus above is hiding.
I wish I could do the same.
Some are rich and greedy.
Is the world to blame?
I am running naked back and forth,
like in the wars of history.
I would free myself enternally,
but I am Rebeca only thirteen.
I'll scream with might.
The pain was wrong.
And cry and puzzle till the dawn.
Then wake up and realise,
blood stained torture,
should have not happened.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1997.
I don't estimate the sun through it's passing days,
or the souls of people, who see it's passing rays.
Yesterday of months and years are history.
Making us look at today and tomorrow.
Making us as strong as far as we have come.
So lets smile and instead of frown,
Because the sun rises everyday,
And it's rays will make souls brighter for lifes ever lasting days.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1999.
Saying for Causeway Clubhouse(Spring 1998):
You should enjoy life,
more than,
you should enjoy yourself.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1998.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1995.
Love pierces my heart and all I feel is pain.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1986.
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