Peroy Nel Videography

28/01/2022

It’s icy on the outside
The fields go flashing by
Dark skeletons of tree branch
Against the darkening sky.

White fields of icy sculpture
The grass an icing froth
Sheep huddled against the hayrick
The lakes are a solid broth.

Ghostly shapes emerging
From the riming mist
Bushes sparkling brightly
Whitely blushing, frosty kisses.

Quilted horses blowing steam
Above the icy stream
Trains hot blasting
Through this winter dream.

England in the winter
A monochromatic view
From my speeding window
On the train right back to you.

Back to your smile
The one that saved my life
Through snow and rain and ice
To the warm arms of my loving wife.

Back to you… – by Dr. Rob Burton

10/11/2021

You say you love me
I know it’s true
Without your love
What would I do?
My heart will sing
‘you kiss my soul’
This is the thing
That makes us whole
Together we will face our life
You as my husband
Me your wife
Sharing, caring, journeying on
With only love notes
For our song.

My Love – by Jane Graham

09/11/2021

How young we were, what dreams we had
On that bright September day;
As parents, family and friends
Cheered us on our wedded way.

The years passed by; a Silver Day
Outshone the toil and tears,
As children, family and friends
Rejoiced in happy, blessed years.

The years passed by; a Golden Day
Bright with love and expectation,
As grandchildren, family and friends
Joined the glorious celebration.

The years passed by; a Diamond Day
Dawns gently in old age;
So many jewels in our lives
As we travel life’s brief stage.

Four weddings – by Pauline Halliwell

16/09/2021

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn’t stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
was only an Adagio written long ago
in the Symposium’s score.

The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer by Eugenio Montejo

14/09/2021

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark.
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool,
though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come;
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

“Sonnet 116” By William Shakespeare

23/12/2020