The sun carresses this granite isle
Where quietness rules the day.
The other world is sometimes grim,
here we smile, it is the Seychelles way.... more »
Time is so very slow
And yet so quick
What makes it so
What makes it tick?... more »
Once upon a time
We climbed from primordial slime.
Was it one cell, or two?
Well - at most just a few... more »
Why will man ask why?
Why this, and why that,
Why is the earth held in the sky?
Why is a fat man fat?... more »
Mulligan moans, Sinatra groans
From the record player
How can I write my minds sight
The record’s the poem’s slayer... more »
Wynne’s bar is a haven
From the monotony cast by this isle
When the sun goes down of an evening
And it’s beauty has ceased to beguile.... more »
The brilliance of the day,
Come what may... more »