Bernard Shaw - Flame

Flame

You kindled a flame in my heart,
It was weak at the very start.
Then it began to grow,
Now my whole being is aglow,
Each look from your sweet eyes.
Sends a flame up into the skies.
That tiny flame was just the start,
Now on fire is my whole heart.

Bernard Shaw - Field Fruits

Field Fruits

Barley, Oats, Wheat and Rye.
Four field fruits I hold very high.
Wheat for our bread and cakes,
and all of the delicacies that the Baker makes.
Barley is used for making Whisky,
Oats fed to a horse keep him frisky.
Then of course there is the Rye,
A useful poetic word that rhymes with eye,
Or sigh, or nigh, or by, not forgetting sky.
Oats of course for Porridge, salty and hot,
Without it the Scots would be in a spot.
Barley for the making of soups,
Nice and thick ladled with scoops.
Four Field Fruits I hold very high,
Barley Oats, Wheat and Rye.

Bernard Shaw - Fairies Call

Fairies Call

A thing that did me enthral,
Was an invitation to a Fairy Ball.
Pixies and Gnomes, Fairies and Elves,
All came to the ball dressed as themselves.
An orchestra of Leprechauns played a tune,
This all took place in the month of June.
Some were dancing while others ate a meal
I remember thinking that this was for real.
There was a banquet of delicious berries and fruits,
Served by Trolls dressed up in their very best suits.
To drink there was some Parsley wine,
Served in Golden Beakers that were so fine.
All in all it was a merry sight,
As pretty little Glow Worms lit up the starry night.
Then at the very crack of dawn,
I awoke in my bed with one big yawn.
I was pleased to have been invited to the Fairy Ball,
And I will listen again for the Fairies call.

Bernard Shaw - Evolution For Kids

Evolution For Kids

In the beginning Magma as in the broiling Sun,
Then the Cosmic explosion, the Planets had begun.
Fiery balls of Matter thrown into Space,
With nothing but Gravity to hold them in place.
The long cooling process of the outer shell,
Millions of years went by a very short spell.
Gasses composed of Hydrogen, Oxygen, and Carbon dioxide,
Not even a tiny Microbe had a place to hide.
Fierce storms of thunder and lightning bold,
Getting the Planet ready as the Crust turned cold.
Gasses mixed together H2O and Water was born,
Water that nothing on this Earth could scorn.
Vast Seas and Oceans evaporating to cause rain,
Another Cycle of life without which all would be in vain.
The Earth shuddered the beginning of the early Earthquakes,
Torrential rains continually forming huge inland Lakes.
Meteorites hit the newly forming Earth,
Bringing from Outer space Spores that promised birth.
Slowly over millions of years of chaotic force,
Amoeba and plankton developed in due course.
Millions more years went slowly by,
With the light of the Sun filling the Earthly Sky.
Ferns and Trees of wondrous shapes,
Covered the Earth with their varied green capes.
Life developed in the Oceans, Primitive indeed,
Each individual one carrying the Evolutionary seed.
Then the Amphibians ventured onto the dry land,
Early forms of Creatures did ever expand
The Apes in the trees were very prolific,
Some ventured onto the ground and that was terrific.
From primitive Apes to modern man,
One very short step in Natures bounteous plan.
Civilizations following one after another until this very day,
Homo Sapiens or modern Man has come here to stay.

Bernard Shaw - English Garden

English Garden

My love for an English garden,

It knows no bounds.

I will never have to ask for pardon,

As I stroll these lovely grounds.

Many are the shrubs, bushes and flowers,

They fill my heart with joy.

Here I have spent many happy hours,

For most of the flowers are shy and very coy.

Hollyhocks abound in every colour and hue,

Great delight I find in every nook and cranny.

A few of the flowers are for me new.

Most of the names I was taught by my dear Granny.



I have wandered around gardens of all kinds,

In most parts of this wonderful Earth.

There is something in a garden that my soul binds,

Nature shares with me every new birth.

But in an English garden such as Kew.

Gardeners put on a wonderful show.

That refreshes me through and through,

As I am sure it will you if you take the trouble to go.

Bernard Shaw - Eclipse.11 August 1999

Eclipse.11 August 1999

I watched the Sun slowly hiding its face.

It was in the year 'ninety-nine'.

The Moon had need for a little more space,

So she forbade the Sun to shine.

The animals lay asleep around on the ground,

Flowers their Petals and their colours, they did hide.

Birds were silent they made no sound,

For darkness had come to bide.

Mankind covered their eyes with blackened glass,

To view this Masterpiece in the skies,

The vision was really first class,

Wasn't that a lovely surprise.

It was a cheek for the Moon to cover the Sun,

Right in the middle of the day.

But being a female she had to have,

The last word so to say.

The Sun had patience and waited a while.

On the face of the Moon was rather a very large smile.

For every hundred years or so she tried hard the sun to beguile.

Bernard Shaw - Dragons

Dragons

Dragons flying on wings of green,
Coming to greet the Fairy Queen.
Invited they are one and all.
To the Fairies own Annual Ball.
Dragons Large and Dragons small.
All are flying to the Fairy’s Ball.
Families of Dragons have been invited.
Some of whom are most excited.
The Fairy Queen will greet them all.
And welcome them to the Fairy Ball.
Leprechauns are preparing dragon meals.
Pixies will serve the meals on wheels.
There will be hay, clover and shamrocks green.
A most special gift from the Fairy Queen.
The meal will be approved by the Trolls.
All will be dressed as Victorian Dolls.
To dance there will be a Fairy Band,
With Musicians all from Fairyland.
I will be the Master of Ceremonies,
This I know will the Dragons Please.
The party will last the night long,
Entertainers will accompany us with song.
Then punctually at the break of day.
All the Dragons will fly away.
I will go home to my large old house,
There I will tell my story to my Family Mouse.
Then I will go to my four-posted bed.
Where I will lay down my weary old head.
In the morning of the very next day.
This, my new poem will come your way.
There are many tales of dragons to tell.
For I am under the Fairy Queen’s spell.

Bernard Shaw - Do Not Grieve

Do Not Grieve

Do not grieve when I pass away,

Remember it is but another stop upon my way.

On my way to a better existence.

That has always beckoned me from a distance.

It is a threshold that we all must cross,

Know that my passing is not a loss.

I will ascend to a temple of learning,

That my soul has been forever yearning.

Knowledge I will gain that man does not know,

So do not grieve at this my funeral below.

Be cheerful at my open grave this day,

Send me off with good wishes that is all I pray.