what has touched me

fish

what has touched me

 

a blue butterfly

balancing upon a new leaf

resting briefly there

 

singing in unison

dawn birds welcome the sun

forage in a tree

 

fish splash and circle

break the sun’s filtering rays

love this morning’s time

 

an old beetle sits

in silent contemplation

a little Bhudda

 

the soil shifts slightly

an earthworm is barely here

then down and gone again

 

velvet buttons swim

they are tadpoles exploring

loving the algae

                                                                                                     

a dragonfly’s wings

catch and shout the day’s light

disperse it for free

 

I have sat watching

slow to move and quick to see

what has touched me

        ©  Andrew Pender-Smith

I composed this lyric a few weeks ago. Anyone looking at it carefully, and I hope you do, will see that it is comprised of eight separate haiku designed to link through, to create a lyric. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Will You Come Back?

Will You Come Back (2)

                                                      Will You Come Back?

’Out of something new, harrowing death may come, unnervingly swift and more disturbingly silent than its concealing breeze.’’ Craig Carden

‘’If your mother never told you to stop and listen when the birds sing out a warning, you’d best do so now.’’ Craig Carden

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His dark pupils were dilated and his body was tense with excitement. Her quick movements agitated him, and he was becoming increasingly eager to get to her. Hard-muscled and taut, he was watching her as she stood semi-naked in front of a brightly lit mirror while she brushed her glossy auburn hair. His legs were stretched to the limit, and his breathing quickened. He moaned twice while rubbing his face against the bedroom wall.

      Though she was in a room in an apartment building across the road, he could see her clearly. His eyesight was excellent and his green eyes now had a brighter hue as he watched and moaned, deeper this time. All the while he continued pressing against the wall, rubbing first the left side of his face against it, and then the right. How he longed to be out of this place, to be free to get close to her. He would be on her in a second. 

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The above is an extract from the newly published novelette ‘Will You Come Back?’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. The book blurb and the book can be found by clicking on this link:

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What Do You Think Of That?

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These two poems ‘I’ and ‘I Am A?’ are the last in this series of one or two children’s poems in a picture. More may follow later this year. As per usual, anyone who wishes to use them, such as in a poetry speaking festival or theme programme, is most welcome to do so. 

With good wishes,

Andrew Pender-Smith

 

 

 

 

Zipppp…….. Splat!

chameleon poem

Zippp……  Splat!  is the third poem in a short series I am creating in which a children’s poem is placed in a photo. As some of you may know, I have been writing  and publishing children’s poetry for years. Should anyone wish to use the poem, they are more than welcome to do so. Enjoy!

Another photo and poem combination will follow later this week. 

Hello Butterfly

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”Hello Butterfly” is a short poem for children I placed into a photo. Anyone who has looked at earlier posts will have seen and read poems for children written by me. I have had numerous poems used in schools in South Africa. My particular interest is in writing poems for children to use in Speech and Drama as exercises or for public performance. To this end, a book of my poems for young people called ”Fantastic Spacey Racy Thing and Lots and Lots of Other Poems” was published a few years ago. Anyone wishing to use ”Hello Butterfly” is free to do so with acknowledgement of the poet.

Andrew Pender-Smith

BIG in the Big Top

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Dropping Down and Becoming Excited

Linda the potato and Sylvester the carrot were clinging tightly to Big Bruce the blue balloon’s thick, blue hair as they dropped through the star-filled night. There wasn’t so much as a breath of wind and Big Bruce could no longer float. They were going down, down, down. The three friends were becoming more and more excited because they were heading towards a brightly coloured circus tent. Lots of happy music and clapping was coming from the huge tent. It was made up of so many colours that Linda the potato was sure it was almost impossible to count them all.

“We’re going to land on top of the tent,” Big Bruce called out. “Just where the pointy bit sticks up.”

“That’s right at the middle of the very top,” said Sylvester the carrot, as he pushed some of his long purple hair away from his face so he could see better.

“No. No we’re not going to land on top,” said Linda the potato. She was bending over the side of Big Bruce while clinging on tightly as they came closer to the ginormous tent. Her blue eyes were wide behind her pink-framed glasses as she tried to work out where they would land. “There’s a hole close to the top of the tent and I think we’re going right through,” she said.

“Whoopee! This is cool,” Sylvester the carrot called out, and he clapped his long-fingered purple hands in excitement. “We’re going to land in the middle of the circus.”

Copyright: Andrew Pender-Smith

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‘Big in the Big Top’ is the fourth and final story in the ‘Be Brave’ series involving Big Bruce the blue balloon, Linda the potato who loves singing and everything pink, and Sylvester the carrot with long purple hair who lies to dance. You may find the series on Amazon.