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Cyprus Symphony

February 4, 2013

Troubled Thoughts

Thinking of true friendships, troubled thoughts of others fade. Golden thoughts of friends, replaces this disquiet. To be immersed with loving smiles in my mind, To […]
February 5, 2013

Mike the Alarm

I think of Mike as Mr. Cyprus, middle aged, not too tall. With a deep knowledge of alarms and so much more, he is curious about […]
February 6, 2013

Turning Away

I tend to turn away from ugly scenes; When perhaps I should have stayed, changed things. If I ignore, what is blatantly wrong, my conscience stings. […]
January 20, 2013

Juan

There is a little piece of Spain at large in Limassol; You find him on the beach or in his home Immersed in caring activities. Juan, […]
January 20, 2013

Mother of the Bride

For one glorious day this August, I was the Mother of the bride. For my beautiful daughter, I felt an overwhelming wave of pride inside. It […]
January 20, 2013

The Palace of Westminster

What majesty of awesome beauty and dignity we find her, The Palace of Westminster standing on the bank of The Thames, London’s ancient river. For over […]
January 20, 2013

Daniel

My son Daniel is huge in so many ways, There is a depth in his soul that in wonder I gaze.   His sweet sense of […]
January 20, 2013

The Ship

The Russian ship docked on our peaceful shores, Loaded with evil arms to do our neighbour terrible harm. The Cypriots refuelled the vile vessel enabling it […]
February 6, 2013

The Present

If I could, I would present you, with all your aspirations; Parceled up in protective silk, that I would use for wrapping. Also, my gift for […]
February 6, 2013

The New Accountant

Angelos, I’m so sorry, I must leave KPMG, For Costas came between us, As I was too small for you. Savvas, the new accountant, lives and […]
February 4, 2013

Limited Time

I love your brows, your eyes, your elfin look. Your kindness and gravity make me smile; Your inspiration; you’re non judgemental You are mine, all mine, […]
February 4, 2013

Resting Place

I want to be buried next to Makarios’s grave; Up there in the hills where the breeze blows softly. I want to be visited by coach […]