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Weymouth England”
“IN PLACES IVE BEEN IVE SEEN"
In places Iv’e Seen
Dolphins volunteer
to lead my ship
In places Iv’e Been
Moved to tears by wondrous things
In places Iv’e Seen
The strongest of characters
played without acting
Responding reacting
In places Iv’e Been
Where the smallest of creatures are
able to teach us respect without harm
In places Iv’e Seen
How their lives mix with violence and calm
In places Iv’e Been
So impressed they expressed neither
malice before nor after the deeds
decreed by us to be crimes
In places Iv’e Seen
That aggression is only expression
of fear from attack by a fellow survivor
In places Iv’e Been
Welcomed unquestioned and
mostly unchallenged
In places Iv’e Seen
No devices they made or invented
to dominate demonstrate power or fear
In places Iv’e Been
Where most of the time they are hiding from
sight by diving down deeper or taking to flight
In places Iv’e Seen
Species so rare I dare not reveal the location
In places Iv’e Been
Where nature’s great icons will
soon become bygones
In places Iv’e Seen
How they live and we’ve made them serve us
In places Iv’e Been
As guilty as you when they didn’tdeserve us
In places Iv’e Seen
So much I can tell of
So much I recall but one thing for
certain remains above all
Iv’e Been to those places
I went without call
I chose to to be with them
I’m Humble
I’m Small
© Bob Richardson
"THE WISHES OF TIME"
Time is delicious and often capricious
but never suspicious pernicious seditious
And time is of permanence time is occurrence of
reticence presence the essence of time
Time can be charming but then it’s alarming
when passing behind or before or beneath us
Some times its boring and then its starts soaring
to leave us deploring of where it has gone!
Time is delectable very respectable
And only reflectable when it has gone
Time is inspectable some is collectable
But travelling backwards has never been done
Time is for Gambling and Risking and Playing
For treading the paths that have never been laid
Time is for Praying for Soothing and Saying
And laying, the paths that will never be trod
Time is for being and seeing and fleeing
For stalking and huntin’ and shootin’ and fishin’
Time is for standin’ and thowin’ your hand in
and going to help a poor creature in need!
Time is for hatching for plotting and planning
time is for blaming accusing and shaming
Time is for sinning and spinning and winning
and setting the snare for entrapping the foe
Time is for locking and stacking and stocking
for checking and winding and ticking and tocking
Time is for keeping and sleeping and weeping
and reaping rewards in the fullness of time
Time is for seeing and hearing and feeling
time is declarative look at the narrative
Time is for forming and storming and norming
for groups that will treasure the wishes of time
Time is exciting when reading and writing
when looking and booking recording and sighting
Time is for finding the truth that is binding
and ever reminding, the passage of time
Time is for sorting reporting supporting
for courting and petting and kissing and missing
For eating and drinking and crying and sighing
and hoping and wishing for more of your time
Time is for chording composing recording
for rapping and rocking and hipping and hopping
Time is for timing producing and rhyming arranging
performing and reaching the end
© Bob Richardson
"VARNISH AND BRASS"
Looking at things that survive from the past
Like marble and granite and fine crystal glass
Some things continue to please on their own
Like bronzes enamels and some types of stone
Some form a marriage, establish a class
Gold holding diamonds and wood holding glass
Oil paint on canvas portraying the past
But none go together like varnish and brass
Varnish and varnish and varnish and Brass
When timbers are fashioned and polished like glass
With hinges embedded and brackets made fast
Then loaded with varnish and fastened with Brass
The door to a room held open to pass
Is blooming with Varnish and hanging with brass
I bet you can’t pass without feeling the brass
Or stroking that varnish or touching that brass
Rooms full of people convinced of their class
Lots to be auctioned and lots from the past
Things to be valued but none will surpass
The things put together with varnish and brass
Varnish and varnish and varnish and brass
Who puts on the varnish and fixes the brass?
Depending on birthright and sometimes on class
Determines how much of that varnish and brass
You clean or you bid for or simply walk past
When casket and carriage and time ravage past
The brass will just tarnish the varnish will last
The timbers will crumble and flesh perish fast
Then all that is left is the varnish and brass
© Bob Richardson