Last Commented Allegory Poems (898)

AS I WALKED IN THE FOREST, ONE FINE SUMMERS DAY,
TWIRLING DOWN, CAME THE SEEDS OF A SYCAMORE TREE,
AS THEY SETTLED THEMSELVES, GENTLY DOWN ON THE GROUND,
IN MY MIND, OLD MEMORIES WENT SPINNING AROUND.

I REMEMBERED MY YOUTH, WHEN I WAS QUIET SMALL,
THE OLD SYCAMORE TREE, BY OUR BACK GARDEN WALL,
AT TIMES WHEN NO ONE, WOULD COME PLAY WITH ME,
I CLIMBED TO THE LIMBS, OF THE SYCAMORE TREE.

IT WAS AT SUCH TIMES, ALL THINGS TO ME,
AS I SAT LOOKING OUT THROUGH, ITS GREEN CANOPY,
OVER ITS STOUT LIMBS, MY SMALL LEGS WOULD GO,
AS MY MIND TOOK ME WHERE, ONLY YOUNG KIDS CAN GO.

IT WAS MY COWBOY PONY, AND HE WAS SO WHITE,
AS WE CHASED RED INDIANS, FAR OUT OF SIGHT,
AND ALSO A TALL SHIP, TO SAIL THE BLUE SEA,
MY SAILS WERE THE LEAVES OF THE SYCAMORE TREE.

NOW WHEN E'ER I CALL IN, TO MY MUM FOR A CHAT,
ITS OFT' MY EYES STRAY TO THE TREE OUT THE BACK,
I STILL YEARN FOR A WHITE HORSE, AND A SHIP FOR THE SEA,
AND THE DREAMS OF A CHILD, IN A SYCAMORE TREE.

BEN999

THE RAIN HAD CEASED ITS FALLING,
A WATERY SUN SHONE THROUGH,
THE GRAVEYARD SEEMED SO PEACEFUL,
WITH THE MOUNTAINS, WASHED ANEW.

WE WALKED DOWN THE ANCIENT BOHREEN,
TO THE GRAVEYARD AT 'KNOCKBOY',
AS THE BLACK HEARSE, MADE ITS FINAL STOP,
WE COULD HEAR THE CURLEWS CRY,

OLD WOMEN FOUGHT TO HIDE THERE TEARS,
THE MEN, TRIED TO BE STRONG,
AND AS THE PADRE, SAID A ROSARY,
A BLACKBIRD, CHIRPED IN SONG,

AND WAS IT DISTANT THUNDER,
OR DID WE HEAR THE ANGELS CRY,
THE DAY WE LOWERED, AULD MARY HALLAHAN,
TO HER GRAVE, IN OLD 'KNOCKBOY'.

BEN999

What if not poetry
is the language of love?
Yet when our passion
reaches the end of the line,
We just feel the pain;
hardly ever the rhyme!

I LUNGED TO GRASP YOU, MY SHOOTING STAR,
AS YOU RACED BRIGHTLY, STREAKING ACROSS THE DARK HEAVENS,
BUT YOUR LIGHT BLINDED ME, AND I MISSED,
AN ETERNAL CHANCE PERHAPS,

AND I AWAIT NOW,
LEGS STRADDLING EARTH, AND MOON,
HANDS OUTSTRETCHED, IN DESPERATION, ASIDE MARS, AND PLUTO,
AND I WATCH, AND WAIT, FOR YOUR RETURN, MY SHOOTING STAR.

I GLANCE BACKWARDS LONGINGLY OVER MY SHOULDER, AT YOUR DUST TRAIL,
REACH TO CARESS IT GENTLY, IMAGINING THE DUST AS YOUR FINE HAIR.
THE ROCKS, CRASHING AGAINST MY HAND,
TUMBLING TOWARDS EARTH.

THEY ARE YOUR WORDS, FALLING TO EARTH,
TO ENLIGHTEN US, WITH YOUR WISDOM,
TUMBLING STONES OF THE MIND, ROCK OF AGES,
THE HEAVENS SPEAK TO US, IF WE WOULD BUT LISTEN.

I PRAY THE UNIVERSE IS NOT INFINITE, BUT SOMEHOW HUGE, AND ROUND,
AND YOU WILL PASS THIS WAY AGAIN, SOMEDAY, MY SHOOTING STAR,
I FEEL NO WEARINESS IN MY TASK, HOPE ALONE IS MY SHROUD,
AS I SCAN THE HEAVENS RELENTLESSLY, DESPERATELY.

THE TELESCOPES OF EARTH, WONDER AT THESE TWO BRIGHT STARS,
BUT THEY ARE THE TEARS OF LOST TIME, GLISTENING, IN MY EYES,
I CANNOT MISS YOU AGAIN, MY SHOOTING STAR,
I WILL NOT MISS YOU NEXT TIME GASHLY, I PROMISE YOU THAT.

When things are going badly,
And you're feeling down and blue,
The whole world seems against you,
Here is something you can do.

Find a quiet, private place,
Where nobody will intrude.
Lock the door and draw the blinds,
To ensure your solitude.

Take a moment to relax,
Let your mind and thoughts run free.
Remove restrictive clothing,
And indulge your fantasies.

Dim all lights except your screen,
Play some music nice and low.
Now don't get in a hurry,
'Cause it's best to take it slow.

There's nothing wrong or sinful,
In composing poetry.
Just wash your hands when finished,
And don't read that cr@p to me.

There is no harder wall to climb
than one that you have built.
There are hollow words used
To place into the wall for filler
But still the wall is firm.
Is it more important knowing you are right.
Or having others know?
Words have power.
They can bring joy or sadness.
Choose your words wisely.
For they are valuable.

ALPHA,
Beckons me
Closer
Decides to
Entice
Funny I
Guess
How he
Intrigues
(Jester)
Kisses from
Lips
Mesmerizing subtle
Nuances
Opening in
Parts
Questing for
Romance
Stirring up
Tension
Using his
Vision
Wishing for
Xanadu
Yearning for
ZEN.

Strong hand, sharp mind, reliable, adventurous, with a broad skill-set, confident leadership attitude and willing to travel.

You should have a vacancy with immediate need of filling, and a moderate pay scale with options for growth.

Short term positions will be considered if gainful.

I am everywhere
Wherever you go
I know no nationality
I have no real foes

I speak in many tongues
And yet speak none
You hear me quite often
Tho you think silence has won

I have bought nations together
Not set them apart
You was born with me
I'm naturally in your heart

In different ways I speak to you
In different ways you hear me too

You think you can escape me but you can't
Forever in your mind
One way or another
In your mind
I always chant

What am I?

THE WITCHES MIST

Few had made his heart sing,
but she was a choir of angels,
that fond face, that peered through the mist,
capturing his heart.

But mist is a subtle thing,
weaving, and floating, settling , and lifting,
and she was all these things to him,
wrapping him in her misty heart.

But alas, her gentle mist suddenly drifted,
slowly releasing him, from her damp embrace,
and floated off ghost-like to haunt elsewhere,
leaving him wretched with despair, for her mist.