Serendipity

By Ian C. Dawkins Moore

The Three Princes of Serendip, involving a camel, a horse, and a dog, which the eponymous Zadig can describe in great detail from his observations of the tracks on the ground. When he is accused of theft and taken before the judges, Zadig clears himself by recounting the mental process which allowed him to describe the two animals he has never seen.

Poems of Serendipity offer a series of unexpected fortunate discoveries:
Your heart is resting beside a cool riverbank
spinning a spider’s thread full of
mysteries, as your soul sips the remains
of its passion from cooling springs.
Drooping flesh filters into our lonely room and fires
an ache in your heart, resonating with
love-worn words overused that race down
turbulent labyrinth of forgiveness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ian C. Dawkins Moore
• Release date: Dec 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005396008

Ian C. Dawkins Moore

Ian C. Dawkins Moore was born under the sign of Aries in the year of the Tiger. He survived a British boarding school, the jock world of football hooliganism, hitch-hiking across the Sahara desert, and the two-tone culture of American racism. He is the published author of over 20 books, and he can still see the funny side of life- Be Well & Enjoy!

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I am a happy poet

my moods go up and down

and every time my wife complains

I try not to get too down.

I am a happy poet

I was stamped as such at birth,

I sometimes forget the joy of song

until your face breaks out in mirth.

I am a happy poet

I sometimes forget my place,

‘cause poets never make a bean

but we all have a happy face.

I am a happy poet

each day a new refrain

friends ask me how I do it

and I tell them it’s in my brain.

I am a happy poet

cause all I do is rhyme

I pick the verse by myself

it’s the way I spend my time.

LOVE OF SELF#2 GCS

Oh, the love of self is such a wondrous thing

only peace and love I sing

In Love is my thing.

Feeling sweet divine

always kind and happy

makes a happy chappie.

Imagine a life of bliss

a wondrous spiritual kiss,

that extends your love to all

with a heart that’s sweet divine

and loving all the time.

Isn’t this the best of worlds?

Self-love’s the sweetest whirl

enhancing joy like a pearl.

So, take some time and be sublime!

Love yourself, and you’ll be fine

and best of all

you’ll always be a truly happy friend of mine.

Shrink-Wrapped Baby

Sour faced Aunt Ruby licked her green

tongue over the shiny tears that

slid from Desmond’s sagging eyelids of gloom.

The air whistled through his brain like a

breeze through buck teeth; shrink-

wrapped, like a smooth black baby’s

bum, fattened up like New York dolls.

A damp slab of blackness dripping with

dew fluttered across the silky city lights,

above Desmond, numberless stars wove a

magical web of glowing mist around his head.

Ruby caught his eyeballs of expectancy

shattering pinheads with sparks of quivering lights,

as she slowly spun around him

and whispered into his damp ear, I love you.

for freddie Lorca

In the brutal rains of dawn, your music springs

from the soul of birds passing with

haste through twilight’s doors of songbirds

with the speed of drumming thoughts.

We know from the farmer’s field’s the secret of

life hanging from tender stalks across waters

of sadness filling the blossoming cornrows

with vibrant nettles of triumphant gold.

Your heart is resting beside a cool riverbank

spinning a spider’s thread full of

mysteries, while your soul sips the remains

of its passion from cooling springs.

Drooping flesh filters into our lonely room fires

an ache in my heart, and I hear

love-worn words from overuse race down

turbulent labyrinth of illusions.

The round silence of night taps the smoky

stars into ribboned blackness and a wild

crowd of breezes caresses the river’s half-moon

reflections offering farewells to our raging forgetfulness.

For Angelina

She said she wanted another

kiss as I sat dazzled by the

the thrill of waiting to be loved.

I couldn’t wait to be with her at our

cottage by the circular swirling

waters of our Spanish hide-a-way.

She had the affectionate charm of a north country

English girl's smile that oozed with joy and

the disarming compassionate of forgiveness.

It’s her affliction to save souls who need

love, but don’t deserve it.

Her beguiling smile of grace

flowed from her heart-blossoming

elegance - a mystery of giving.

A cool fiery passion flowed from

her blessed being enveloping all

who encountered her presence?

I bathed in her presence, thankful for that brief

moment of a farewell kiss.

FOR MARIA

In the cooling rains of dawn

your gentle music fluttered across

my heart, gathering fragrances of

blossomed flowers on riverbanks

that watched the slow rippling waters

dissolve into a lost summer.

The stirring heat lay saturated between

hours of promise left behind

when youth outgrew its future

with sad backward glances that

eventually bloomed into maturity,

I was lost in a world that needed love and

hope and the sacrifice no one

was prepared to give,

but you.

the Healing sun

Carol wasn’t a true blond, and she

wasn’t dumb either, but

each time we met, her eyes

filled up with tears that

rolled uncontrollably down her

iridescent face like the rainbow

flying fish whose beauty explodes

the moment of their death.

We hadn’t been going together for

long before I proposed we

spend a weekend by the sea.

Carol cried again, but this time, from joy.

I can’t say what