Herald - Issue 391

v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 16TH JULY v 25th June 2020 • The HERALD • Page 53 Poets Corner Simply ll in the coupon and post it to or drop it in at e HERALD, 2 High Street, Hythe, Southampton, SO45 6AH. 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Name............................................................................ Telephone..................................................................... HERALD Free Ads * Covid Nineteen 3 - Is This Reality? by David K Wilson Is this reality? Is it a dream? Worst still a nightmare Covid Nineteen So many lost souls Before the end of their song So many threatened Can life carry on? Life as we’ve known it Was lost in a trice The hold of this virus Grips like a vice Measures come swiftly No more side by side No hugs or kisses Just a gaping divide Some of us hibernate And stay home all day Others are working But it spreads anyway We don’t touch each other Or the door or the gate It may be infected Beware it just waits It’s unrealistic We’ve not known it before Things that we long for Behind closed locked doors We need to take care And look after each other Our mothers and fathers Our sisters and brothers Yes we need to take care of Our loved ones in life Children if home Husbands and wives Pay strict attention Washing hands regularly To eliminate the evil That is Covid Nineteen So is this reality? Or just a bad dream Worst still a nightmare Covid Nineteen April 28th 2020 We were drenched for a while but then the sun rewarded us, a rainbow, shimmering for a few precious seconds, in a complete bow. Then, last year, we joked, said we would dig where it ended, uncover the pot of gold. That though was last year. Now we have learnt to value the true gold of care and friendship, a loved one’s touch. No need for digging because clapping and singing, we are no longer alone. And this year, there has been exponential blossoming of rainbows, their familiar arc lighting our windows, hearts and skies, heralding our phoenix rebirth. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick e clock is ticking loudly as I stand inside the door I think of my mortality and wonder what’s in store Will it be the song “What will be, will be” Or can I nd another way in this sea of mortality. Life is long and hard for some of us to nd, For others it is staccato short and not so very kind, But for every one of us the clock ticks loudly behind that door And we need to nd contentment and happiness to store. Some people have a bucket list with which to ll their lives Lots of exciting things to do, and challenges to try e list is ticked as each year goes by But for some of us the aim is only to survive Aeroplanes and balloons o en feature in the list Sometimes cricket matches, and sometimes to be kissed. Cruises to foreign lands come in fancy parcels, Holidays, walking trips and even ancient castles. Bunjee jumps and Disneyworld Frequently join the choices Special meals, Hotel stays And even rides on horses Bucket lists are varied And come with many dreams e long list is endless, or so it o en seems. Where am I going with this poem I ask myself one day Who wants to know my bucket list? Is it of interest to those who say - e clock is ticking loudly Behind the big oak door - Or are these thoughts mundane To those who know the score? My bucket list is short I wonder why that should be I wish I had a list of wishes To show you all and see Your surprise and astonishment as you view my clever thoughts. But I think I know what you are thinking “I hope her poem’s short.” No, all I want is happiness Good health and love around. Aeroplanes don’t tempt me, nor foreign shores abound. My clock is ticking loudly and I need to nd my way rough this world of joy and sorrow and make sure that my stay Will help others in my life who may need me by their side As they too try to nd meaning in their lives. So - listen carefully, Is the clock ticking in the hall Or maybe on the stairs No - perhaps its in your heart And waiting for a word to come Of comfort and support. Keep on ticking loudly clock – Don’t go fast or slow Just let me enjoy each minute in this life of mine May it be lled with love, .......... oh yes - and also lots of wine. Remember one and all e clock is ticking loudly, ...........very loudly for us all. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick EXPONENTIAL RAINBOWS by Lexley George What do you hope for as the days go by? Facing situations that make you question, Why? Hope for the children who face abuse and neglect A chance of a passing kindness on which to re ect. Hope for peace in a tormented world at a ag of tranquillity be unfurled. Hope for a cure of disease that knows no bounds Ending pain and su ering, a remedy that astounds. Hope for a world that respects each other’s race As every life’s unique and each has a place. Hope for those who hunger and thirst For food, clean water their plight to reverse. Hope for the degraded who sleep on the street Shelter, a hand reaching out their needs to meet. Hope for our planet, that we continue to pollute at we take positive action, not just moot. Hope for joy and laughter, friendship and trust A world ruled by love, that is honest and just. HOPE by Dorothy Lockyer The Clock is Ticking Loudly by Chris Howlett

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