Those careless days as selfishness reveals Where once all love was missing from my heart Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
Be gentle still while my compassion swirls Wonderful thoughts fancied soon fleeting gone My Master would make strings of perfect pearls As I would have no luck to happen on
Ah me, I stumble on paths well trodden Discarded shells glitter in my wet hands In my pockets full of weeds well sodden Piled up on an oceans' broken sands
Like searching into a soul I would tame If for only my life was mine to blame
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I am deeply reflective with self awareness on this most festive day of Thanksgiving...like my Puritan fathers before me....is my fate upon the shores of new and wild land.
A very beautiful poem Yankee, I really like this one a lot I suppose many are reflective this time of year when days are dim and short. You have written 300 poems all of your poetry is well written and that's indeed something to be proud of. I hope you write many more and I look forward to them all.
seadancer7Waterville, Maine USANov 23, 2012
*Dear Yankee. *Your lovely poetry paints a Soulful. Strong Image from the Heart.IT'S NICE TO KNQW THAT YOU HAVE THE GIFT TO WRITE EXQUISIE POEMS WITH GRACE & STYLE. *I completely respect a gentleman who has command of the King's English.Your colonial ancestor.s would be prud of your literary accomplishments. *All The Best, Kate
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKNov 23, 2012
Those careless days as selfishness reveals Where once all love was missing from my heart Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
This is just so lovely Yankee.
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeNov 24, 2012
Congrats on your 300th poem Yankee !
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKNov 24, 2012
Hi Yankee
300 poems is some output, well played on maintaining your standards through so much poetry... and this 300th is quite superbly written.
Best wishes
Bill
windyweatherlySan Francisco, California USANov 24, 2012
Hello Yankee,
A beatiful write and very reflective.
The last two lines is a deep expression of need which make and define us as seekers. But the end or the last line is so purposely a reflection of hopes and aspirations. Perhaps.
Hi, Yankee4you, Be gentle still while my compassion swirls...300th poem "Mine to Blame" certainly does command much reflection...Like searching into a soul... Thanks for sharing.
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoNov 27, 2012
Congrats on another milestone,400th is waiting on the horizon another footstep away.Keep up the fine standards mate,great poem!!
Comments (8)
*Your lovely poetry paints a Soulful. Strong Image from the Heart.IT'S NICE TO KNQW THAT YOU HAVE THE GIFT TO WRITE EXQUISIE POEMS WITH GRACE & STYLE. *I completely respect a gentleman who has command of the King's English.Your colonial ancestor.s would be prud of your literary accomplishments.
*All The Best, Kate
Where once all love was missing from my heart
Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals
Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
This is just so lovely Yankee.
300 poems is some output, well played on maintaining your standards through so much poetry... and this 300th is quite superbly written.
Best wishes
Bill
A beatiful write and very reflective.
The last two lines is a deep expression of need which make and define us as seekers. But the end or the last line is so purposely a reflection of hopes and aspirations. Perhaps.
WW
Be gentle still while my compassion swirls... 300th poem "Mine to Blame" certainly does command much reflection...Like searching into a soul... Thanks for sharing.