Everything to me

Looking through to Shoreham
‘cross the river from the beach
reminds me of the fortune
I have here in easy reach
Equidistant from the downs
to the beauty of the sea
this little town where here I live
is everything to me

Magical II

Night time in our garden
just as lovely as the day
it really is quite magical
and charming I would say
And yes I may be biased
but when a things needs to be said
I think it’s best to get it out
than keep it in my head

An I’m Still Staying Home Limerick

If patience is a virtue, then I’m going to be a saint.

Shakespeare was not going to the beach during the plague. He knew better. Hamlet had this to say about it – ‘Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.  And we know of the ills of COVID19. The numbers speak for themselves.

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25.05.20_22:23
The winds swirl around me,
Empty of all, save a fine grit,
Abrasive and slowly eroding,
One repetitive day at a time
Until it’s finally over,
Six feet under or the oven,
And life no longer plucks at
You. 

A World on Pause

As Covid19 ravishes country after country

Death hangs heavy in the air…

Here, in America, 100,000 souls seemingly sacrficed

To the “Political Pollution”, the “Seeding Swamp”

That never seems to stop, nor pause.

A. L. O’Prunty

5/27/2020

Big II

The driftwood on the beach tonight
was big and long and tall
and though I would’ve if I could’ve
I can only take stuff small
But I still took several pictures
at marvelled at the fact
that it was wedged there in the rocks
placed by the sea intact

An Ode To A Bidet Limerick

I have been living overseas since November. It has been the adventure of a lifetime for me. I have enjoyed experiencing so many new things and immersing myself in the culture – literally.

Best Ever

I found a hagstone on the beach
it was the best I’ve found
amongst the other pebbles there
just waiting on the ground

It’s flat and Barbara Hepworth-like
a tactile thing to touch
and it will now take pride of place
amongst those I love so much

Patterns in the sand

Patterns in the sand
left there by the sea
sculpted by the longshore drift
so perfect and free

Sometimes with a pebble
or the flow of water there
but always with charming
of which I’m aware

This canvas is fleeting
but I will oft confide
whilst its there for a viewing
at the turn of the tide

Longshadow three

Three shadows cast
by a streetlight behind
long to the seashore
waiting to find
what there lay in store
with mystery held
longshadow casting
completely compelled
But soon there revealed
with the lap of the sea
as twilight it faded
on longshadow three

A Memorial Day Limerick

Today is a National Holiday honoring all of the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice to keep the world safe from the worst evil and inhumanity known to man. Their sacrifice is the reason we have the freedom that we live under in the greatest country in the world. It is a day to reflect upon how a nation united can overcome anything that threatens our freedom. Happy Memorial Day.

Supermoon rising

On the beach just last evening
with Obi and Sal
we walked on the shingle and saw
with a glow in the east
a visual feast
as a supermoon rose for encore

Of sunsets and supermoons

I found a freedom at sunset today
went out for a ride on my bike
Not many cars on the roads still of course
so I could go wherever I liked

Evening of the day

Tonight I found a sunset
as the river trickled slow
and the deeper blue of night arrived
above the golden glow

It was peaceful there and quiet
not another soul around
so I revelled in the moment
of that special place I’d found

A Pandemic Worst Practice Limerick

There are no problems that “ignore it and maybe it will go away” won’t make worse, especially health problems. I borrowed the gist of that statement from AA, which believes in admission and support as the foundation for solving the problem. Admission and support are exactly what is needed now to solve the pandemic problem. Anything other than that will only exacerbate it.

Too soon?

It’s been nine weeks but now there’s talk
of lifting the restriction
Not sure how I feel ’bout that
given my conviction
that back when all this started
we were in for the long haul
and resolute I stayed inside
til we overcame it all

Beautiful words

The beauty of words
Ones so full of meaning
To capture the essence
Of life so endearing
The palette of poets
To paint and to capture
And bring to the reader
The joy to enrapture

Ivy Gone

Had a conversation with my neighbour
As he chopped the ivy down
Been wondering how to tackle that
Each day now with a frown

But he provided the solution
Hacked it down from other side
Including all the overgrowth
From our shed roof I spied

A Pandemic Stay Home Stay Safe Sex Limerick

I have seen this photo making the rounds on social media. Sadly, there are going to be many economic and social casualties from the pandemic – one of them being casual sex.

Never Contrite

The problem with writing
So far in advance
Is the tine to catch up
Or not with a chance

And the capture of moments
Which by the time that they see
The cold light of day
Is a vague memory

But it’s a very small problem
To have so I’ll cope
And keep publishing them here
Knowing well that you’ll cope

Serendipity

I found myself writing
About somewhere I’d been
And all of the wonderful
Things there I’d seen
The joy and the richness
Of life beyond measure
Captured and held just
Like having treasure

Tactile

I’m not sure where it came from
but the book that I have now
The one I write ideas in
gives lots of joy somehow
It’s a bit about the binding
and the tactile feel it brings
with the strip of leather used to tie
pages and other things

Americans Have Sacrificed So Much For What?

The voices of the dead can not cry

so we cry for them

we cry for answers, justice, equality

and we cry for accountability.

A. L. O’Prunty

A Pandemic Appearance Limerick

I can’t post a selfie because it would be a scary. I look like a cross between Santa Claus and Doc Brown from Back To The Future. I start every day the same way. I walk into the bathroom, look in the mirror, scream, do a costume change from pj’s to sweatpants and head to the kitchen to make coffee.

Hope II

When all is changed
and ripped and torn
and something else
becomes the norm
When all we held
is dead and gone
and what we saw
is put upon
When all this differs
round us now
and life we know
is passed somehow
There still is hope
that does not change
despite the things
we rearrange

Thankful

I’m thankful for sunshine
and thankful for Spring
thankful for nature
with reason to sing
I’m thankful for music
and thankful for song
thankful for rhythm
to keep my soul strong

Bee

A bumble bee came buzzing
in my garden for a while
he buzzed around the laurel tree
and paused to bring a smile

The constant sea

These wanders here each evening
when the night’s about to fall
are I think the moments
which we will most recall
When this madness is all over
and we find ourselves again
with whatever becomes normal
and whatever still remains