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This is Spring

         This is Spring        Winter has cast Its dismal attire Into the cloudless sky.      Birds choir on high In cheerful melody;      For now it’s Spring!.        Life-bringing Spring; Spirit of beauty; Season of joyfulness.      Each year we bless It for its […]

Funerals

     Funerals                       Past                         I.   Four stalwart neighbours,           Hats in hands,      With coffin hoisted to broad shoulders, Shuffled through the darkened door.         […]

Sunset at Ghadhira

                                          Sunset at Ghadhira                                                   (Malta GC)        The […]

Sublimating Love

                           Sublimating Love         My solemn-seeming visage hides, underneath its frown,      That sensitive affection which you alone have known.    Love for you is sublimating all  my baser traits, Refining me till I become fit foil for your […]

Happy Man

                                     Happy Man   Oh happy man, who has no heavy cares; Glad life, for you, can hold no troubling fears.   Oh happy man, who calmly sleeps each night; Whom endless wakeful hours do not  affright.   […]

Reflected Love

Reflected Love   When you look into a mirror, there you see my heart; For you are the very substance of that hidden part.    Your eager eyes, like mine, gaze out searching far and wide       For sight of their sole darling: too often they have cried.       Warmest endearments […]

Vain Death

                                      Vain Death   You cannot fool me, Death, with your façade    Of mystic power and stern finality!.       Others you may, perhaps, through grief delude:    For, in distraction, reason’s clarity Can be […]

Holy Weekend

     Holy Weekend   Friday.      Despair , creation!. Droop, you mournful boughs In verdant shades!. Hus, singing birds, your notes, And be you sad as sombre cypresses And sober as dark, melancholy yews!.      For God, Who made you all,      Has died upon a tree.   Saturday.     […]

Custom

                             Custom (First Formal Officers’ Mess Dinner)        The bell for Dinner sounds its solemn dirge As I sit pensively within my room. I feel an almost overpowering urge To flee from formal pomp’s depressing gloom.      Yet, in […]

Rain

                                           Clear Raindrops        Clear blazes the molten sun’s burnished rays; Life-juice they draw from the withering crops. Each thirst-wracked plant its wan head weakly drops As the searing heat slow-tortures their days; […]

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