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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Spinning Away

red moon

Spinning Away


The sky cracked open

and I spun away

with whirling lights in my head.


The great bird beneath me

opened its wings

and flapped from

one fantastic place to another.


Moons sang and suns

danced in one wild, weird place,

while delicate frost touched trees

of rainbow hues in another.


The black bird opened its orange beak

and sang us onwards

until we came to a frozen lake.

Silver children skated its

myriad-coloured surface

and butterflies of sparkling ice sang:

‘’Isn’t this nice.

Isn’t this nice.’’


We journeyed on past planets

of indescribable blue

and shot up a waterfall

that roared and rushed into

valleys vast and mysteriously deep.


We came to a full, red moon

that was spinning and jigging to its own

private tune.

It smiled at the black bird and

waved at me before floating away

over a long, green stream

of ribboning bubbles and delicate spray.


Finally, the air turned wonderfully warm

while a billion waltzing stars

catapulted in exotic, endless display.


Then, down, down we planed

in a golden moment that

jetted us over a gleaming sea.

‘’Home again. Home again,’’

the black bird sang with me.


I was now on soft beach sand.

I turned around once and the bird

was gone, flying on to I know not where.

I lay down on the fine, fine sand and

held onto memory after mad, marvellous memory

as one wild moon after another

looked down and winked at me.


© Andrew Pender-Smith

 

The Spaceship Shook

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The Spaceship Shook

 It was suddenly midnight blue

and a light flashed through

the hitherto unreachable galaxy.


Mars, Jupiter and Neptune were fun

but travelling beyond the Milky Way we spun

out of control on the intergalactic highway.


The spaceship shook and veered to the right.

Before our eyes was the most spectacular sight:

a purple and green place filled with shooting stars!


Our hair stood on end as we dropped

between multi-coloured, popped-

open comets and angry-ganged asteroids.


We left our craft, clambered on a falling

star and went pink-planet exploring.

This was whizzing- wild alien territory!


A whispering breeze took us from planet

to planet as a cold, crystal blanket

of singing ice sighed and parted.


The planet’s floor was creviced and black.

Pale purple mountains moaned as a crater began to crack

open and we drifted to a satin lake.

We glided out into luminous night

in a boat of curious sight

and entered a most peculiar city.


Buildings rose and dropped and bopped around

as a billion silver people danced upon the ground

and waved while a vanilla river swept us away.


At last we came upon a catapulting star

that shrieked and shot us up, out far,

till we landed back on the now invisible spaceship.


In full throttle and changing gear

we began to steer

our way to earth.


From far, far off we thought we

heard the sounds of mirth,

of a billion silver people laughing.

But a little blue moon put out

its arms to dance with our craft

and we never did find out who laughed.

Instead, we clapped and we wept

for it had been fun

but we couldn’t remember

how it had all begun.

And we wanted to do it again,

and again, and again.

                 © Andrew Pender-Smith

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This poem has been used as a choral verse in schools, appears in an anthology of the Speech and Drama Association of South Africa, and in a collection of poems called ‘Fantastic Spacey Racy Thing and Lots and Lots of Other Poems’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. Those interested in using the poem are free to do so provided full acknowledgement of the author is made. If you enjoyed this fantasy poem, you may enjoy ‘A Strange, Sweet Lullaby’ published on Green Monkey Publications on the 12th of February 2018.

With good wishes,

Andrew Pender-Smith

 

 

A Strange, Sweet Lullaby

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A Strange, Sweet Lullaby


I was up in a mind-blowing

solar system, sitting on

an ice-blue dragon with

glittering, shimmering wings.

My mind was a new shooting star

as I sang in the star-spangled brightness

of a billion bauble-filled vistas.

Far to the left were peppermint moons

while right close by were

peach-coloured, cartwheeling butterflies.

The planets that spun and danced on their

way to distant, dazzling suns

were tiny and topaz and strawberry pink.


The dragon arrowed up, up, up into a

whole new place, and it glowed to the

tip of its tail before it sang in a resonant voice.

It was a strange, sweet lullaby that was

smooth and gloriously soothing.

The peppermint moons listened and

hummed a refrain to the constant streaming

of tinkling platinum particles.

Then we were no longer alone as dragon

after wing-flapping dragon was there,

each with a laughing child on its back.

Where we were going, I cannot say,

but that it was good to be there,

each happy child understood.

The Earth was barely a memory

and the vistas before us were warm

and utterly welcoming.

We put up our hands and clapped

as we sang.


Up, up we soared into

soft, streaming light.

And we never looked back!

Our faces, our eyes, and then

all of us bounced and beamed into

the billion bright baubles and we

each became one of them.


The dragons planed down.

They were going back to Earth.

And us?

We had found a new place

way beyond outer space,

and we were now beautifully

part of it all.


‘Transmogrified?’, ‘Transcended?’

call it what you will,

but we were still us and

also new again,

and it was an absolute thrill.

        © Andrew Pender-Smith 2018

If you enjoyed this poem, you might like to also read ‘THAT’S FANTASTIC!’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. Click on the link to take a look. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B078HF378N

 

 

Underwater Poems Done as Acrostics Continued …

underwater

Dolphins

Delightful

ocean lovers

leaping

playing

happily

in near-blue sea

spinning, racing, diving

 

Oceans

Cold and clear

endless

and

never-ending vistas of mesmerising,

softly undulating underwater scenes

 

Shark

Sharp

harpoon

arrowing

relentlessly

Ka-Pow!

 

Sea Storm

Savage fury

erupting

across miles of ocean

 

Sending fish scattering

travelling in mad panic

outwitting oscillating currents

rampaging winds whip waves into

mighty jumps and crashes, flaying thousands

                                                     Andrew Pender-Smith                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Underwater Poems Done as Acrostics

ocean-life-215133__480Here are eight acrostic poems dealing with the sea and some of the creatures that live within briny depths. Four are offered today and four tomorrow. In time they will form part of a poetry book dealing with nature and animals. If any of you have read earlier postings, you will have learnt that I use, and encourage others to use, poems as educational tools in a variety of ways. Here goes with the first four underwater poems.

 Bubbles

Bountiful

under the sea

billowing

beautifully

lightly

endlessly streaming

serenely

 

Seaweed

Swaying

elegant

art

wonderfully blooming

entire flowery gardens

exotic and silently

dancing

 

Octopus

Occupied, waiting

crafty

tangled tentacles

ominously

pondering the next catch of

unsuspecting fish

swimming too, too close …

 

Fish

Fabulous flaming jewels

intimate with light and shadow

silently swimming

hanging orbs in cold, clear waters.

 

The next four poems follow tomorrow. 

A Matter of Perception – Play Time! (Part Three)

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A Jungle Storm

The brightest butterfly in the world

lands flicking, fluttering on

a beautiful jungle flower.

A buck comes to sip from

a silent jungle pool.

Then a jungle storm comes,

loud and strong,

tossing jungle trees,

and the brightest butterfly in the world

waits quietly

beneath soft jungle leaves.

                               Andrew Pender-Smith

The above poem is a short lyric. The poem below also looks at a butterfly in a peaceful jungle setting until a storm arrives. This poem consists of five haiku that have been linked together to create a lyric.

A Jungle Storm

A butterfly on

a forest flower

beautifully there.

A buck comes

to sip from a silent pool

dainty and watching.

Then, a jungle storm

tossing, bashing jungle trees.

Where is the butterfly?

The radiant beauty

is beneath jungle petals

just waiting, quietly.

                                         Andrew Pender-Smith

Which of the poems works better? You decide. Now, how about trying an exercise like this yourself. Perhaps turn a lyric into a narrative or, as I have done, take the thoughts and feelings explored in a lyric and see if you are able to express them just as well, or even better, in a series of haiku. A newspaper report as a ballad or epic? Enjoy experimenting. 

With good luck from me.

Andrew Pender-Smith

Parts one and two were published on the 6th and 7th of July. 

 

 

 

 

Dance Lightly

 

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South Africa, like so many places on earth, is facing decimation of its flora and fauna at a horrendous rate. The need to protect what we have left has never been greater. ‘Dance Lightly’ is this poet’s plea to do just that.

Dance Lightly

Dance lightly upon this earth
because it is not yours.
Take radiant wing with a butterfly.
Listen to the tiniest hum of the bees.
Pause during the rush and grab of life
to hear a frog and a chirruping cricket.
Let snakes live in slow, slithering peace.

Know where fish swim and clean waters flow.
Understand the sea and all that lives within.
Fly high with migrating birds and
look about with empathy.
Watch closely the sunning insect and the
travelling spider.

Join the song of the cicada and the
hop-sing-flight of every bird, and
smile knowingly.
Touch the new moon and savour
the true value of the sun.
Then share the joy of the insider.
Teach others not to stamp and bulldoze.
Be a sharp hawk against pollution.
Laugh with the wind and run with arms
outstretched along the wildest of rivers.
Dive deep into the cool pool below a
cascading waterfall.

Teach all of Nature to those who do not understand.
Be part of the drive that helps our planet thrive
so that you can say:‘’Do you see?
Do you now truly see why it is best to
dance lightly?’’
                       © Andrew Pender-Smith

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EQ? IQ? You Got de Best in You

Colourful Guy

Sebastian de Vervet, a JUMPY MONKEY if ever there is one, has written two poems on his favourite subject: CREATIVITY. More particularly, he encourages you to take a brave leap into creative action.

EQ? IQ? You Got de Best in You.

Sebastian de Green Monkee

says to you and you and you:

You can hop right here.

You can hop right dere.

In your imagination,

you can hop anywhere.

Jus get that ‘I can go anywhere’ feeling

an you will be inside de mind

of any character you’re creating.

Visualise, my friend. Visualise.

An what you got five senses for?

Why to use, of course, to use.

Be de traveller.

Do some exploring.

EQ? IQ? You have dem both.

Paint de picture. Write de poem.

Tell de story like it is.

Sing de song. Dance de dance.

De true artist waits for no one.

Now, go an have some

real creative fun.

                              Sebastian de Vervet

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Don Fear to Fly

Yo Bro,

Dis is called going

where others fear to fly.

Take de main chance.

Be jus like dis butterfly.

Have creative courage, my friend.

Don paint yourself into no corner.

No Kidding.

Go flying!

From Sebastian de Vervet, de one who’s never afraid to jump or leap. ”You bros, I can be here, I can be dere, I can be everywhere. As one of my favourite bloggers, Prakash Helgade, likes to say – Happiness!