Morning’s gentle tide           

 

In the quiet of the morning

with the dawn so still and blue

Glazing past the balcony

where the yachts make quite the view

Steaming cup beside the papers

tales of near and tales of far

Through binoculars I wander

crossing seas to where you are

 

Sails like whispers in the distance

Dancing lightly cross the wave

Echoes of the laughter

from the memories we save.

Here amidst the silent sipping

Morning breaks in gentle strides

In this frame of tranquil moments

Where the sea with soul collides

 

This wooden ledge, a harbinger

of stories yet to write
As I soak in salty breezes

basked in new and golden light.
Each vessel bears a dreamer's will

Each mast stands tall and proud,
In the harbor of the rested

amidst the peaceful crowd

 

So here's to the serene sips

to the journeys that await 

To the masts in quiet harbors

to the dreams that navigate 

Each sailor knows the lull the calm 

The storm the wilder tide
But this morning view's a promise

With tranquility as guide

 

Bloodrain 

 

In the dead of night, under moonlit skies,

Whispers of fear, where darkness lies.

Echoes of sorrow, haunting the plain,

In the realm of chaos, it begins again.

 

Bloodrain falling down,

Echoes of pain in the silent town.

Whispers of agony, cries in the night,

In the storm of shadows, we fight the fight.

 

Lost in the mist, where shadows dance,

Souls intertwined, in a deadly trance.

Echoes of battles, etched in the vein,

In the land of nightmares, we bear the pain.

 

Through the fire and the flames, we'll rise,

In the darkest hour, we'll defy.

With hearts ablaze, we'll break the chain,

In the tempest of chaos, we'll remain.

 

Bloodrain falling down,

But hope still remains, in the silent town.

Through the tears and the pain, we'll find the light,

In the heart of darkness, we'll take flight

 

Freedom Train

 

Dusty roads behind us, no home left to stay,

Climb aboard this Freedom Train, chasing dawn away.

The rails hum beneath us, a distant, hopeful tune,

Through deserts and mountains, we dream of something new.

 

On the Freedom Train, we ride through the night,

Chasing down a promise in the fading light.

With nothing but our will and strength to remain,

We hold on to hope, on the Freedom Train.

 

Faces worn by journeys, yet our spirits can’t break,

We’ve left behind our countries, the land we can’t take.

Children clutch their parents, eyes wide with fear,

But somewhere in the distance, a future’s drawing near

 

On the Freedom Train, we ride through the night,

Chasing down a promise in the fading light.

With nothing but our will and strength to remain,

We hold on to hope, on the Freedom Train.

 

Every mile we travel, we leave a part behind,

But the weight of freedom’s worth it, a future we will  find.

Through hardship and sorrow, bound by something strong,

This train takes us forward, where we all belong.

 

On the Freedom Train, we ride through the night,

Chasing down a promise in the fading light.

With nothing but our will and strength to remain,

We hold on to hope, on the Freedom Train.

 

 

The Lizard

 

She reached her hand down into the dark hole

Between the cracks of granite stones

Felt a tingle as she gripped him

Took him gently out in the sun

 

Filled a bucket with wild flowers

She gathered from a field nearby

Hand full of pebbles - some broken branches

Fresh water in a tray

 

The lizard became

her very dearest friend

She placed a tea cloth on the bucket

To keep him safe from the sun

 

She served him fruit and ants for food

Botflies and Pizza spice

But he refused to eat his meal

He was just paralyzed

 

She took her small friend in her hand

He got scared and lost his tail

It lay about and wriggled as if alive

In the flower bucket jail

 

The Lizard Became

Her very dearest friend

Fought for his freedom

Till the very end

 

She wanted the best for him and set him free

In the heat of the midday sun

Placed the bucket out on the patio

Wished he’d come home again

 

The Lizard Became

Her very dearest friend

Left the flower bucket

For his dark hole again

 

The Lizard Became

a cherished memory

Left the flower bucket

To be wild and free

 

Gourmet Turquoise

 

Sailing on the good ship Mary

Through the ice fjords by Nuuk

Turquoise blue icebergs glisten

In the sunlight, like a dream come true

 

The captain's serving reindeer fillet

From the mountains he's conquered high

And we sip on ice-cooled Riesling

As the evening slowly passes by

 

Gourmet turquoise, a feast for the senses

In the stillness of the fjord, we find our peace

With the sound of crackling ice and gentle waves

We're in the midst of a gourmet masterpiece

 

The humpback whales blow in the distance

As we dine on this exquisite fare

The beauty of this Arctic paradise

Is beyond anything we could compare

 

With each bite, with each sip

We're immersed in this Arctic bliss

In the presence of nature's wonder

We'll remember moments like this

 

Gourmet turquoise, a feast for the senses

In this Arctic paradise, we find release

As we sail on the good ship Mary

In the beauty of gourmet turquoise peace

 

Shatila Mothers love

 

From her window, shadows creep,  

In Shatila, where the night won’t sleep.  

A glow, an omen, fills the air,  

A mother's heart, heavy with despair.  

Eight little hearts, she holds so tight,  

But darkness falls, and they lose the light.  

 

Run, run, children, don’t look back,  

The world outside is under attack.  

With every scream, with every tear,  

We’ll find our way, we’ll conquer fear.  

 

The sky is painted in a toxic hue,  

As soldiers march, their purpose true.  

Bulldozers roar, the ground shakes low,  

Home is a memory, where will they go?  

She feels a pain, a flash, a dream,  

Yet in her heart, there’s still a gleam.  

 

Hold on tight, don’t let go,  

In the darkest night, love’s light will glow.  

Through the chaos, through the storm,  

A bond so strong, keeps them warm.  

 

Behind the house, they find a space,  

In this small world, they’ll make their place.  

Though blood is flowing, hope’s not lost,  

Together they’ll rise, no matter the cost.  

 

In Shatila, where the shadows play,  

A mother’s love will light the way.  

Through the darkness, they will stand,  

Together, united, hand in hand.

 

The Lizard

 

She reached her hand down into the dark hole

Between the cracks of granite stones

Felt a tingle as she gripped him

Took him gently out in the sun

 

Filled a bucket with wild flowers

She gathered from a field nearby

Hand full of pebbles - some broken branches

Fresh water in a tray

 

The lizard became

her very dearest friend

She placed a tea cloth on the bucket

To keep him safe from the sun

 

She served him fruit and ants for food

Botflies and Pizza spice

But he refused to eat his meal

He was just paralyzed

 

She took her small friend in her hand

He got scared and lost his tail

It lay about and wriggled as if alive

In the flower bucket jail

 

The Lizard Became

Her very dearest friend

Fought for his freedom

Till the very end

 

She wanted the best for him and set him free

In the heat of the midday sun

Placed the bucket out on the patio

Wished he’d come home again

 

The Lizard Became

Her very dearest friend

Left the flower bucket

For his dark hole again

 

The Lizard Became

a cherished memory

Left the flower bucket

To be wild and free

 

From the river to the sea

 

From the river where the waters run deep,  

To the sea where the waves softly weep,  

We rise together, hearts strong and free,  

A land of hope, where we long to be.  

 

From the river to the sea,  

We dream of peace and unity.  

No chains to bind, no walls to see,  

From the river to the sea, we’ll be free.  

  

Through the valleys where the echoes call,  

Over mountains, we’ll conquer them all.  

With voices loud, we’ll shout our plea,  

For justice, love, and equality

 

The sun will rise on a brighter day,  

When shadows fade and fears give way

With courage strong we Claim our decree,  

A future built on dignity.  

 

From the river to the sea,  

Our spirits soar, our hearts agree.  

Together we’ll stand, together we’ll be,  

From the river to the sea, forever free

 

Flowers on the roof.          

 

I have flowers on the roof,  

Their petals dance in the breeze,  

Blooming bright in the sunlight,  

A celebration of life, if you please.  

They whisper secrets to the sky,  

As they sway in the air,  

Sending birthday wishes soaring,  

To the forests that linger there.  

 

Oh, the cedar trees are calling,  

Their timber echoes through the years,  

Crafting dreams from the woodlands,  

Turning laughter into tears.  

In this little spot I cherish,  

Where memories intertwine,  

I have flowers on the roof,  

And they’re yours as much as mine.  

 

A thought goes to dear Darcy,  

With hands of gold and heart of fire,  

Every cut and every corner,  

Built a home that inspires.  

From scattered bits of the past,  

To a haven that stands tall,  

Through the storms and through the seasons,  

This love will never fall.  

 

As autumn leaves begin to flutter,  

The colors shift, they come alive,  

From gold to crimson, they scatter,  

In this vibrant dance, we thrive.  

Each bloom a tale, a whispered song,  

Of journeys taken, of love so strong. 

 

So here beneath the endless sky,  

With flowers on the roof so bright,  

I’ll hold this moment close to me,  

As day turns softly into night.

 

Fields of hope

 

The sun rises slow on a broken land,  

Footsteps echo where the rivers ran.  

Through the dust and ash, we find our way,  

Back to the place where our memories stay.  

 

We’ll rebuild from the ashes, stone by stone,  

In the heart of the ruins, we’ll find a home.  

Though the night was long, and the road was steep,  

Hope is a fire that the darkness can’t keep.  

 

The walls may crumble, the fields may burn,  

But the seeds of tomorrow will take their turn.  

Hand in hand, we’ll plant the ground,  

In the silence of loss, we’ll find a sound.  

 

From the rubble, we’ll rise, like a tree from the earth,  

Every tear we’ve cried will water its birth.  

The scars may remain, but they’ll tell our tale,  

Of a love that endured through the fiercest gale.  

 

So we’ll stand together, beneath the sky so wide,  

With the strength of the past and the future as our guide.  

For every brick we lay, and every dream we sow,  

We’ll watch the fields of hope begin to grow.

 

In Your Eyes

 

In a village cloaked in shadows, where freedom's just a dream,  

Lives a girl with eyes that speaks of lives unseen.  

Beneath her youthful grace, a silent weight she bears,  

A world of hardship etched in every glance and stare.

 

Chorus:  

In your eyes, whispers of the unsaid,  

Silent cries, fears that linger in your head.  

Through the weight that clouds your heart,  

From the darkness, dreams depart,  

Voices call out: Burma unsaid.

 

Beneath the iron rule, where voices are suppressed,  

She carries all the silence, yet she never rests.  

Her eyes revile the fire inside,  

Bearing the courage of a spirit full of life.

 

Bridge:  

In the face of tyranny, her spirit will not bend,  

Her eyes whisper secrets she longs to defend.  

Every glance she gives, a silent plea to be,  

For the world to see her truth and set her free.

 

In your eyes, whispers of the unsaid,  

Silent cries, fears that linger in your head.  

Through the weight that clouds your heart,  

From the darkness, dreams depart,  

Voices call out: Burma unsaid.

 

Mount Gold

 

Sun sets on Mount Gold tonight

Old women kneel in prayer's light

Brass bells chime from wishing tree

Warm breeze whispers peacefully

 

Bangkok's skyline comes alive

Against the orange-yellow sky

Thoughts I post from mountain high

Shoes removed I climb with pride

 

Mount Gold shines in evening's glow

Prayers for love and futures grow

Peaceful moments we all share

Climbing high I'm almost there

 

Silent wishes in the air

Hopes and dreams without a care

Every step I feel alive

Closer to the stars I stride

 

Skyline stretches far and wide

Pictures in my mind confide

Bells ring softly in a row

Hearts feel light Our spirits flow

 

Graceful silence Souls align

In this sacred space We find

Hope and faith in simple signs

Mount Gold's whispers So divine

 

 

Black birds finding home

 

 

In the morning light, they rise 

Black birds fill the skies 

With wings spread wide they roam 

Seeking places far from home

 

Black birds finding home

In the twilight they return 

To the place where hearts belong

In the dusk their fires burn.

 

Through the day, they wander free 

Over fields and through the trees 

But as the sun begins to fade

They find their way unafraid.

 

Life’s a journey, paths unknown 

But we all seek a place called home

Like the black birds in the sky

We find our way we learn to fly

 

In the quiet of the night

Black birds rest till morning light

Dreaming of the skies they’ve flown

Till the dawn they find their home

 

 

 Song for the fallen

 

 

I walk where silence holds the ground

Where names are carved but make no sound

The wind remembers what we’ve lost

And sings of love that paid the cost

 

No flags remain when night draws near

But still your footsteps echo here

A single note, a quiet flame

That burns with love and speaks your name

 

So I play this song for the fallen

For the brave, the broken, the true

Let the chords be soft and solemn

Let the sky remember you

 

And if I stand alone tonight

I’ll let this tune drift into light

No marching drums, no grand parade

Just strings and soul—and what you gave