poem

Remembrance Sunday 1918-2018

 

 

They shall grow not old
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,
We shall remember them.

Credits: Laurence Binyon, askIdeas

Mornings like Ibiza

 

Good morning, here I’m boiling.

Had a shower, but my sweat’s still soiling.

31 degrees, bright sun.

Nice weather, but heat ain’t fun.

(A heatwave poem by Vijay)

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The never-ending field

Running, charging, through this heather-clad field.

I can’t seem to find a way out.

That nature’s beauty keeps my lips sealed.

But the silence of perpetuity I can never doubt.

Everything going forward is the same.

Sameness perhaps is what life and fields are only ever about.

(A poem by Vijay Shah)

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