If I could have held your hand.

Dancing Girl.

Pencil drawing.

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If I could have held your hand
Found words to make you understand
But I could only look upon
The beauty that within you shone
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For never a prettier thing
Could ever come to dance and sing
And with the music you did flow
Enchanting those that love you so
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For each little move that you make
You create much more than you take
Bringing beauty for its own sake
And love and virtue in your wake
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But my dance went all wrong
And my chance is forever gone
Just like the music of the song
Now you will have to move along
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For words could never ever say
The things to make you by me stay
And you did slip from my hand
To the grip of another man

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The Dance of Creation.

Oil on canvas.

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The Newborn

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Did all creation come about?
So that life could scream and shout
Or does life play the fiddle
Standing within its own middle
And all creation form around
Just to listen to the sound
Of the newborn baby’s cry
With the soul that wonders why
He should come to live and die
Fall in love and give a sigh.
All of nature will look down
Just to look upon his crown.
Nature will judge him the same
Whatever they call his name
Just a chance of joy or pain
Lust or peace in sun or rain
His he his own creator
Much more than a spectator
Both the breaker and maker
The giver and the taker
For does it all come about
Out of his faith and doubt

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Immortal Life an oil painting on canvas

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True Beauty.

copy of a Renoir painting.

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True beauty cannot die
But sits and wonders why
And in the light and shade
It comes and slowly fades
In each moment in time
An eternity of rhyme
For rhymes will never lie
And love will never die
But we may sit and cry
For what we let pass by

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Oil painting on canvas

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The Lady of Afghanistan.

The Lady of Afghanistan

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She’s standing there with a dirty face
Then she was gone without a trace
You can’t say the worlds a better place
For she’s just, one of a great race
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And in her eyes so very pale
A look of heaven or of hell
I guess no one could truly tell
For no one looked beneath the veil
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Too see in her face only pain
For no one even knew her name
Or from what lonely place she came
No shame, for no one was to blame
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She looks down on the valley green
On beauty that has always been
“O why am I treated so mean
In a world that is so serene?”
Said the girl of Afghanistan
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As the evening shadows grow
Of those eternal mountains so
Without a voice or choice, she goes
But where she goes, nobody knows
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For they move just like little sheep
Where the mountains are so steep
Among the ruins of the heap
Where no one ever sows or reaps
“If only I could have some sleep”
Said the child of Afghanistan
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And in the shadows of the night
Great armies fight with all their might
For God and for the people’s rights
She has no dreams of sweet delight
The Lady of Afghanistan
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And as the morning Sun breaks through
Upon the early morning dew
Everything begins as new
But will her broken dreams come true
Is she any different from you?
The Lady of Afghanistan

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For some reason The Pakistani Spectator as interviewed me and I have posted this rhyme in the hope that their reader might like it.

A Depressing Rhyme.

Audrey Hepburn in pencil
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This loneliness I feel
That somehow seems to steal
The beauty of the night
And all the stars of night,
Can’t put this sadness right
For Athena is dead
And she lies in her bed
For soon I will follow
For life seems so hollow
For there is nothing less
Than a poets death.

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Another drawing of Audrey

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Cream doughnuts

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Cream doughnuts at dawn
A sad smile and a yawn
Such beauty adorn

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Cows in the Sun.

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In the summer sun
Cows with numbers on their bum
Seem to have such fun.

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Kai's rhyme

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Upon an amber Moon
She hopes her dreams come soon
For she has a magic rhyme
All written out in line
And in the darkness of night
She looks up at the light
And in beauty she does see
The oneness there to be
And like the stars of the night
She creates her own light
In life’s sad and happy rhyme
Written upon false time
For she’s the light of the Moon
And the Sun light of noon

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This is Kai's rhyme from Kai's poetry

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The Blue Tit in watercolour.

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The Blue Tit flies down
And sees water all around
And then the sound, plop!
Why not?

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Could words ever say?

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Could words ever say?
More than the shadows of day
Within childlike play

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Love ones I've met.

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Love ones I've met
Never to forget
Of such beauteous scenes
Of golden valleys and streams
Across time never ending
With light always descending
With each singularity
Creating reality,
One life slowly evolving
Species living, dissolving
To realities unseen
Universes not so mean
Where people still sit and dream
Eating strawberries and cream
Until life stands at the helm
Of a beautiful realm
Holding in its hand
The Promised Land
With no sad regret
Within a sunset.

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