A golden park



Not far from where I live is a golden park,
Hidden from the reach of noise and crowds.
Within its boundaries grow wondrous trees,
Tall and wise who gently speak to me.
Theirs is not a language full of words.
They choose to speak through the swaying
Of leaves and branches, the snapping of twigs,
Through colours adorning blossoms of many hues.
Wrapped in natures sweet motherly scent and coat,
What they say is full of rhythm and harmony,
Always speaking of the virtues of love and peace.
From wisdom so deep comes their voice that,
Even the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
This one tree that everyday speaks to me,
In spring it whispers gently to remind me of
Natures love; pointing at the buds that bloom
And the rain that bathes and winds that soothes
And the shyness of the gentle loving sun.
By summer it speaks of joy and nurturing
As it basks under the sun’s passionate glow.
Tall, strong and proud it stands bearing a full coat
Of green swaying in the summer breeze.
By autumn it points to the end of bountifulness
And speaks of tears to come. Embracing the
Wind it reveals its inner beauty and grace,
Shedding light on tolerance and fortitude.
In winter stripped bare, wearing winters coat
It speaks of the secret of life and longevity;
Peacefully, silently, it stands listening to the wind.
Oblivious to its taunts it waits patiently, dutifully
Conserving every ounce of energy in readiness
For the awakening of the dormant sun to herald
The coming of spring and with it a new beginning.

J M Lysun

Changes in our time



The sign of our time,
Is the change in clime.
With water everywhere,
But not a drop to spare.
We try to harness the sun,
To make everything run.
We look towards the oceans,
To harness all its motions.
We look towards the wind,
To harness all the spin.
But of the many things we do,
Curbing our needs is overdue.
With much waste to dispose,
Used in haste we should oppose.
Why so many lights in the night,
When there’s no one on site?
Why create things that delight,
When our oceans they do blight?
With land and oceans polluted,
Treasures of the earth all looted.
With virgin forests depleting,
Carnage everywhere repeating.
Where do we go from here?
Can you not sense the fear?
Tornadoes more frequent
Polar melting in sequent.
Isn’t it time to change,
And to think long range?
It’s time to end the madness,
And stop the future sadness.



J M Lysun




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The lighthouse



Wave after wave,
and yet there is no give.
No walls to cave,
Just the will to live.

A beacon of hope,
standing in isolation.
Providing a life giving rope,
to guide away from desolation.

Fiercely blows the wind,
in its effort to topple the mighty walls.
Blunted, its powers will rescind.
Left to make only angry calls

The howl is mournful,
as the wall stand strongly defiant
Ever scornful,
it flashes lights that are riant.

The beacon of hope,
shines ever bright.
Helping lost men to cope,
against natures might.

When their eyes,
do meet this light.
With relieving sighs,
they do delight.

Home they safely go.
Steering towards waters calm.
Blessed by heavens glow,
they were kept away from harm.


J M Lysun




Northern lights I am
Aurora Borealis
Bright and beautiful
My sister the southern lights
is Aurora Australis.

Heavens we adorn
Our fame is truly your gain
Product of a shield
a truly magnetic field
that protects you and repels.


— J M Lysun —

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With time and space I race,
streaking across your face.
The wind is behind me, clearly giving chase.

Away, I go in full flow.
No shadow will I show.

Though darkness is my companion,
where I journey, all is revealed.

There are many articles written that say I am a particle
but I do not care for with a wave I go.

Though, I must yield to the mass with great gravity.
I am as free as can be.

My aura makes all things in my path visible.
But time limits my existence.
For in time, I will fade.


— J M Lysun —

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From far away it calls to me.
Clouds brewing across the sea.
With rage at each stage it rumbles and with that sound,
water from the sky will tumble.

It is the ultimate rage that you cannot cage.

Lightning will flash and day will turn to night.
Fierce winds will blow and waves will grow.
In its wake, devastation it will surely sow.

In time its force will dissipate.
Its anger subside.

But to those who bear its brunt.
Alas, time comes too late and their fate is sealed.
With damage done, they can only pray their wounds will heal.


— J M Lysun —

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I was there at the beginning and will be there at the end.

I give shape to all that are and will be.
You feel my presence and yet my form eludes you.
You seek to understand me but you cannot.

For I exist, in a plane that is unfathomable through reasoning.
You may glimpse my shadow as it was, but of me, you will have no view.
But in you I will always be, but of me, you will never see.
The path I tread none can follow and yet you know that we will meet somewhere, sometime tomorrow.


— J M Lysun —

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A gentle wind blows.

A pebble dropping into the water.

A ripple shows.

Light flutters of a bird wing.

The rhythmic sway of a reed.

Gentle, gentle, be still.

No more, no less, just be at rest.

Soothe do not distress.

With this mood I feel quite blessed.

I feel calmness, that’s the best.


— J M Lysun —

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