workshop
The wind hums a lullaby
In the heart of a forest
Deep asleep.
A brook flows
Like cymbals played in tranquility
Accompanied by the lovely silence
Of reverie.
The trees and the flowers
Sway in the gentle summer gust
The reeds by the river bank
Play their lovely flutes
- Echoing on and on.
The birds on the old branches
Chirp sweetly
Along with the toads
On top of lily pads
Floating on a pond
Deep in slumber.
To be beside the sea
mind and body in harmony
listening to the sea’s symphony
a water creature is me
feels like heaven ought to be
I waited for you
all my life
like the darkness
is my day
you are my planet
I'm just a moon
I love you
as certainly
I'll never
love again
These dark things
I shelter in my mind
fearing to reveal
and to lose control
You've asked me why
and repeatedly
how I love you
and when I fell
My only answer ?
I waited for you
all my life
The Life That I Have
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
Leo Marks
Today I'm taking back my power
And I want to let you know
I'm no longer yours to control
Its time for you to go
No longer will I think of you
I will not speak your name
You've brought nothing but pain to me
And unimaginable shame
But I realise now that its not me
Who should feel the guilt and blame
Because its you who made the choice
To hurt me like its just a game
They blend in with the shadows
that appear throughout the day,
their gaze evades judgmental eyes
because it’s just their way;
they can’t help if they’re jaded
they have a “puny” lot in life,
fate’s hurled at them nothing but pain
and misery, and strife.
Dust is their companion
as they try and make ends meet,
stopping just to rest a bit
and ease the blisters on their feet.
They have an appreciation
for the simpler things around,
like shade in the desert sun
or a trinket that they’d found;
roving down the corridors of a hospy i looked around u ok v ok
Are you okay
get well soonest
shall miss your lovely comments
get well soon
now rest
the world shall move on
till you return
I shall keep the windmill alive...
shall ensure that the sun does also rise
to the correct second
shall also direct it to go down under
to enable you to sleep sounder
the guys playing music loud
will be attached to a cloud
and then they will soar away
and clarinets for heavens angels only play
A heart never broken
pristine and sterile
I pity their perfection
their memories futile
An unbroken heart
has not life experience
has not taken part
never suffered a grievance
A broken heart is a lesson
hard to learn but needed
its a beautiful blessing
hopefully not oft repeated
A broken heart gives us
strength and compassion
empathy a welcome plus
wearing it on my sleeve, fashion
Strumpet Town Folks
Strumpet street in a tired carnival town,
all are ready for their time on the lash.
intrepid young man acting the clown,
ladies of the night look out for his cash.
Danger is crackling in a corner street bar,
innocence could very well be a price.
Intoxication comes not only from the jar,
street ladies have pretence to sell nice.
.
My uncle, Gaston,
mum's older brother,
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.
He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.
It was a waiting game
and he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade,
Unmindful that he'd had it made.
I whispered in his ear
About the good times,
our common dreams:
how it was okay to let go;
to forgive & be forgiven.
Then off he floated, by candle's glow;
like the silent flutter of wispy snow.
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