There was black mud.Dirty, slimy, smelly mud. Some seeds landed in the mire.Brown ordinary looking seeds.Nothing special to look at. But! They germinated sending,Down roots into the slime.Soon shoots appeared,And leaves grew. Bright flowers appeared.Pink, lovely blooms.The mud was covered,With verdant leaves and,Beautiful colourful flowers. Without the mud there,Would have no flowers.May the beautiful blossoms,Of… Continue reading Mud | Robin Bliss
Tag: Australian poet
Life’s Flow by Robin Bliss
Going with the flow of life Or Rather starting to do so Just as water flows naturally To form runnels, streamlets To join the rivers which Also, flow to meet the ocean So our life’s flow onwards Never backward To join the great sea of eternity The marvelous oneness of which We are all part… Continue reading Life’s Flow by Robin Bliss
Cranky Old Man: Anonymous Poet
A brief intro When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later when nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies… Continue reading Cranky Old Man: Anonymous Poet
Gilded Rays by Robin Bliss
The slender gilded rays Of Winter sunshine, Brightens up this room. Where I sit writing. Hitting glassy surfaces, Of bottles,glistening. Feeling the warmth pleasantly, Warming my arms and legs. Your love my dearest, Is just as these beams. For your sweet tenderness has, Lightened up my dullness, And the warmth of your, Gentleness has captivated… Continue reading Gilded Rays by Robin Bliss
And So I Fly by Robin Bliss
When I am Downtrodden. Trampled into the mud. Deserted by all. Misunderstood. Left for dead. Despised. Forgotten. You! My beloved, Are there for me. Your love, Lifts me up. Rising above, The mud and mire. Your love is, Unending, And I fly. Soaring on Gossamer Wings so high. You never let me down, And I… Continue reading And So I Fly by Robin Bliss
Wattle by Robin Bliss
Wattle blossom, Wattle yellow Makes me feel kinda mellow With your flowers, brilliant bright Fills my soul with much delight Saffron, citron and festive gold Buttercup and colours bold And so I loiter on my way In your presence I would stay Yes your sweet scent laden breeze Sets my soul and mind at ease… Continue reading Wattle by Robin Bliss
Golden Sands by Robin Bliss
The mystic ocean laps gently on the golden shore The azure sky The golden sands The aqua sea And the green grassy bank on which I sit Captivates my mind Fills it with joy and peace I hear the sound of a guitar playing And piano Softly in the distance As I sit in the… Continue reading Golden Sands by Robin Bliss
Even by Robin Bliss
Even when I walk, In deaths dark shadow, And the sun is hidden, From my sight. Yes. When pestilence is near, And people panic afraid. Although fires rage. Or the darkest night, Has come upon me. When illness nears, And isolation is here, Languishing But. With you, my beloved, Close by my side. I will… Continue reading Even by Robin Bliss
