Magic Flower Power

Magic Flower Power

I awoke from a dream

   So vivid I could smell 

    The flowers that were floating,

      In the air in millions and billions,

Covering the sky, from horizon to horizon.

A rainbow from the painter’s palette

  Blossoms and blooms, blown skywards

By the sweet perfumed summer winds 

A Persian carpet, only possible in a dream.

From behind a huge Cedar tree, surrounded by pillars of smoke

      A tall man in a conical hat and black flowing robes

Appeared and waved his magic wand--- shouting out

“I am Boaz the Wizard, I command all the flowers in the air

              to dance a merry dance everywhere"

In Japan people in Tokyo looked skywards amazed

  At flying flowers doing cartwheels and dancing in unison.

     On Red Square Moscow all eyes turned heaven wards

            To enjoy the beautiful Dance of the Flowers.

            As the blossoms and Blooms sailed 

  Around the countries of the globe

Everyone came to a stand still,

to admire this heavenly sight.

Parisians climbed the Eiffel Tower

  To get a better View

            Londoners took the afternoon off

  Cameras, Binoculars and even Telescopes

               were everywhere in vogue.

   

          New York went crazy, crowds rushed 

To the tops of sky scrapers, as the floral

Procession fill the sky with cavorting blooms 

 Poppies and Pansy’s, Petunia’s and Tulips

 Showed their steps to the admiring crowds.

Again Boaz appeared, waved his wand and called out 

“Tulips to the front lead the way to the famous flower

  Markets of Holland where all the World’s

         Flowers loves await you.”

    In that instant the Wizard, Boaz disappeared

As did Millions and Billions of Blossoms and 

    Blooms as they made their dancing way

    to their next and final adventure.

By Hillie Feldman    23rd July 2003

Martian Sounds

Martian Sounds

A man came down

from mars today.

Wanted to speak but seemed

had nothing to say.

Because the language

he spoke was awfully queer

And the earthlings listening

Just could not hear.

No sounds came from Martian’s mouth

only sparks and electric waves

A language ten millennium years

Ahead of our time and space.

With a wave of his arm he disappeared

Currents of Sound soon now appeared

In clear bright lights He defiantly said.

Pull finger get off you fffing    arse

and one day maybe, you’ll catch up to Mars.

8th December 1998 by Hillie Feldman.

The Peace I seek

 The Peace I seek

I loathe lies, dislike deceit

I hate the noises of the street.

Prefer the peace of lonely lanes

the honesty of fresh spring rains.

I shun pollution -- the traffic roar

Raucous cries -- down town stores.

The mish mash of the market place.

The hassles of our sad rat race.

I’m off to where the grass grows green

‘pon the flower strewn bank of some placid stream.

In the shade of willows I am going to lie

while cotton wool clouds go drifting by.

And there in the country I will close the gate

on all the thing I have learned to hate

and slowly, in love with my mate

find the peace I seek and rusticate.

27 Oct 1998 by Hillie Feldman

Passing Thoughts

Passing Thoughts

Why do we seek answers

   for questions that have none?

Why do we build up frustration

  when we could be having fun?

Why to we tear ourselves apart

   over idle remarks?

When we could be enjoying life

   sitting in the park.

The things we fear hardly

   ever come to pass.

On every rough road there are

   some smooth patches at last.

No one ever made progress

   by sulking about his luck

But you can stride out in seven league boots

   if you have a little bit of pluck.

When there are black clouds

   lightning and thunder.

When you feel your whole world

  is being torn asunder.

Then remember the beautiful peace

   that descends after the storm.

A new World of blue skies, singing birds, gentle winds,

       A world reborn.

18^th October 1998 by Hillie Feldman

Lonely So Lonely

Lone So Lonely

For the first time in many years

I was on my own --- No tears

because my mind went back

to long ago when I was a P.O.W.

And in a space of 4 meters by 4 meters

I and eleven others existed horribly together.

Ate together drank together slept together

Endured each other’s night mares, heart stopping screams,

belching, farting, snoring, rolling over, thrashing out,

endless stupid arguments,

that led to blows and beatings black eyes and bloody noses

W suffered together bed bugs, fleas, lice, buzzing flies

Stench of unwashed bodies, boasting, lies, lack of space

Those long black nights when bitter cold allowed no sleep

and Summer’s heat drove us up the walls.

We were Barb- wire crazy confined to the area of the camp

Walked a path along the fence like caged animals in a zoo

That was fifty three years ago, seemed like yesterday

So who could care when today I had freedom and space

on a grassy bank I could lie back and look at the clouds

and luxuriously stretch out and stretch and stretch.

Yet I      was never the less    Lonely So Lonely

24^th Dec.1998 by Hillie Feldman

The Hikers

 The Hikers

Oh the beauty and strength of youth

The sturdy legs of the young

They step out in seven League boots

and with laughter and smiles

They wrap up the miles

in merriment and fun

Oh the beauty of the country roads

how serene the sylvan paths

how tightly they carry their loads 

round trees, over rocks and styles.

Lonely lanes awaken as they go 

Happy voices comment on the scene

When you’re young and in your prime

life’s like a rose colored dream,

Around the campfires they sit and sing

mingled voices join guitars

reverberate through the forest night 

neath a canopy of stars.

One by one the lights go out, 

camp fires no longer alight 

No sound except for gentle snores 

disturb the quietness of the night

Now gentle winds sing through 

   grass and trees

      a hikers lullaby.

1st August 1998 by Hillie Feldman

Poem - Israel the Surprise

Israel the Surprise

Israel the surprise of the century

Nay the Millennium

Almost from the days of the Founding Fathers

was to be eliminated, wiped off the face of the earth. 

Survived four hundred years of slavery 

survived Battles and wars without number

Marched away to the captivity by the Babylonians 

Survived destruction of the Holy of Holies

Their most sacred Temple.

Survived dispersal to the ends of the earth.

cruelty, torture and universal hatred.

The inquisition, the ghetto and history's horrors

yet remained to take part in this modern day.

Even now the nations that closed their doors

To those that survived the holocaust

Are to sit in judgment of how much Israel will retain

and what,  the Arabs are to gain

in the final development.

Mighty Nations have come and gone 

down the pages of History

Each in their turn tried to master us

and now lie forgotten, gathering Dust

while we remain to fight another day

for the freedom of our nation.

26th May 1998 by Hillie Feldman