The stream (all workshops)
CRASHES
The trees swayed frozen
in the wind
like gallows heavy
with their burden
and the garden was stunned
by a sudden crash
of winter.
no smell of coffee
warmed the kitchen.
no voices the heart.
all souls fell fallow
by a sudden crash
of mourning
He felt a presence behind him
As he cut through flesh and bone
He said; I thought you gone away
I thought I was alone
"I just couldn’t bear to leave you
It didn’t seem right to me
I’m not complete when I’m alone
I need you, can’t you see?"
As he spoke, his voice was moving
Sir Gee said; "If truth be told
I thought our bond improving
If I might be so bold"
Now what the Hell made you think that?
I like the way I am
Your head is empty ‘neath your hat
Understand that if you can
When life up starts to mark and make a mess.
When aging furrows, wrinkles deeply show,
some think they need a beauty stuff to dress.
Behind the smiley faces indwells the woe,
disguised under costumes , beauty mask
Cosmetics, cheapish shadow, liners draw.
When life up comes with heavy boring task
And puts on extra burdens, makes you low
You need to wear the happy soul to bask
it has been ingrained in me,
not to whine nor hanker
not to think
nor tinker
let them read
if they want to
and
go along the stream
if you have to
it’s been a long way
since I came from home
I’m a poet today
not totally unknown...
no nonsense,
no nuance poet
yet you will see
my poetry is being read
by someone to take me off
those still unread
no comments here!
why?
to that extent one should be happy
and
have a poetry, or two to post ready ...
Well it appears I'm in arrears
the economy's to blame,
the government is in cahoots
as they re-invent the game.
It's said, no man's an island
that it takes a village to raise a child,
then there's the next generation
sewing oats that are way more wild!
There's the finance institutions,
the banks, and wall street....too;
using smoke and mirrors, they do thier thing
to line the pockets of the few;
"Page of swords"
the shiny deck
while outside the rain
fell down
dancing on the darkness
the light from above
just there
The shadows black and oiled
with the purpose of the day
even the birds were holed up
huddled in the wet
dark eye closed and sleeping
like the whole world was dreaming
inside the deck was my story
unfolding in reversal
like a slide show
An evening mist brings forth
sadness within my bones
the light scars the being I
am light nor darkness
bringeth me a dove
The peace of a dove will
never quiet my home of pain
I live in the heart of the mist
I see nothing, I hear nothing, I
speak nothing
The cloud upon the ground
visits me with the utmost of
ambush I flee to no gain I sit
deep inside of the mist
It brings me much sorrow
I fell for my first girl
way back in the 5th grade,
she's long gone, without a glimpse back!
My passionate memories will never fade.
Been wondering how things could've gone
had youth not caused us to refrain;
if I listen past the echoes
I can see the whispers from the rain.
~
My father was my hero
the very bravest man I know,
he volunteered in spite of
the painful tests he'd undergo.
UNDER NIGHT SHADOWS
Come with me
my Spirit
my Soul
under night shadows
hold me
bring me
to another dreaming
soothe me
with words of salvation
heal my body
if just a day
lull my fears to sleep
dance me away
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