Welcome
Here are some poems by Mr
Lawrence Gilmour and Shanta
Nair.
This first poem was written
by Mr Lawrence Gilmour
Written in memory of Linda McCartney
He spreads her ashes on the Earth, a new birth
sprouts up on brand new soil, free from toil,
But toiling none the less, still to bless friends
now on the other side, her spirit glides but looking back
from time to time, those left behind to re-assure
she lives on beyond this sphere.
She rides her horses through the skies, she flies
free from earthly fear, knowing creatures are all
loved there, where none are despised but all have souls
and gallop on beyond this sphere
He throws her ashes , to the wind, new friends to find
rising as on wings then to descend, but not to end
But breathing still words of love to fill ,
hearts she meets, beyond this sphere.
He casts her ashes to the air, clashing with others, trials they
share
but now 'free as a bird ' from worldly woes, it easy goes
unbridled she mingles on a wild prairie, spreading love
on holy ground which surrounds this sphere.
Shanta Nair wrote these poems. Some of the poems, which are indicated, have been published previously. If you would like more information about Shanta's poetry then please contact ramnair@breathemail.net
Why do you draw the blinds?
What pain and what fear
Makes you shut out the World?
The sunlight is outside waiting.
Open the blinds -
Let the light through :
There is a lot to see ...
Flowers and the bees and the rippling grass.
Open the windows and listen.
You can hear the message ...
The trees are whispering
As they dance and bow in the wind.
Let the sunlight through
Bringing you hope.
Word is the seed
Idea the plant
Flowers the shapes of imagination.
[- Poetry Now , 1996
DON'T
GIVE UP
Hope is the leaf
on the tree of life.
It will return
if you don't give up.
THE
LAVENDER AND THE BEES
The lavender spreads perfume.
Announcing its presence
The bees buzz
To drink its nectar.
When looking at the garden
do not look at the overgrown
grass or the weeds.
Look at the rich colourful flowers
shining like rays of sunshine
through a dark cloudy sky.
Take heart: the grass will be cut
and the weeds removed.
Do not let them spoil
your enjoyment of the beautiful blooms.
The bird
sitting on top of the chimney
chirrups
asking us to see.
the glory of the morning sunshine.
The poet bares his heart to his poetry.
The poems glow with pride
to be the keepers of such trust.
Have you watched the sky
when thick clouds carrying
rain pass by?
They drift, break, create images.
They are the artists in the sky
spell binding, profound -
They lift your heart high up
before passing out of sight.
Truth, modified with sense
glows like the candle light.
Truth in its full glory
burns like the fire
scorching the path it treads.
[- Poetry Now , 1997
We are travellers in the train of life
passing from one station to the next.
The journey unfolds many scenes
sometimes green sometimes grey.
Nothing stays the same forever
as we travel through the train of life.
Across the disco hall met their eyes
Their hearts beat faster.
Feet took steps towards each other
And their hands clasped.
They danced to the music of love.
[- Time and Tide, 1999