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Stolen Time
Stolen Time
He sits upon the ocean bluff
staring out to sea.
This old poet of many years
lost in memory.
He remembers well, when as a lad,
his sight was sharp and clear,
but now his eyes are dull and sad
and wet with salty tears.
His body once a sculptures dream
is now bent low and frail,
he struggles with each breath he takes,
his skin is dry and pale.
Time has stolen all his dreams
and robbed him of his power.
Crushed and sifted all he was
now death will soon devour.
If only time were not the thief
its shown its self to be.
There are stanzas yet to write
metaphors still to bleed.
He watches now as ships sail past
and children play and swim,
lovers walk and stop to kiss
seagulls chant their hymn.
"So much to see, much to be written,"
he whispers as shelved verses & the
life he postponed screams "It's too late"
death is the one thing that will not wait.
~*Sas
"Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Seduce my soul and I'll be yours forevermore" ~Me
He sits upon the ocean bluff
staring out to sea.
This old poet of many years
lost in memory.
He remembers well, when as a lad,
his sight was sharp and clear,
but now his eyes are dull and sad
and wet with salty tears.
His body once a sculptures dream
is now bent low and frail,
he struggles with each breath he takes,
his skin is dry and pale.
Time has stolen all his dreams
and robbed him of his power.
Crushed and sifted all he was
now death will soon devour.
If only time were not the thief
its shown its self to be.
There are stanzas yet to write
metaphors still to bleed.
He watches now as ships sail past
and children play and swim,
lovers walk and stop to kiss
seagulls chant their hymn.
"So much to see, much to be written,"
he whispers as shelved verses & the
life he postponed screams "It's too late"
death is the one thing that will not wait.
~*Sas
"Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Seduce my soul and I'll be yours forevermore" ~Me
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Posted: Apr 2014
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The Portrait
The stare of the portrait...
teases me with deep intentions...
See there that youth stands, his beauty preserved like diamond...
And I, like a wrinkled paper, look back at it with eyes of guilt...
The youth poses questions for me...
Asks me answers I never wanted to reveal...
Why my ending moments are so painless?
why instead of peace they are so tensed?
The smile of that youth, is what I dreamt for ages..
That glow in that eyes, is what I washed up with tears
That soft spotless skin, how can he have...
I have all the wealth I ever wanted, but yet
Regrets is what he never had, I have soo many...
See the magic of that youth, I am soo jealous of him..
he is making me cry, a thing I left and forgot years ago..
Someone please tear this protriat, my servant took it away from me...
Yet that eyes and that smile somehow keeps mocking me..
"Burn that portrait" I ordered
So the slave did, yet That smile sacres me...
Those eyes have peace, I lost as I earned
That smile hides answers, I lost as I became proud
Finally the day came he can no longer scare me...
My eyes closes, yet his is opened still
My lips are dry, his filled with love and joy...
HOW CAN IT BE, TILL THE END
IT WAS A LOST DEAD ME WHO SCARED LONG DEAD ME......
teases me with deep intentions...
See there that youth stands, his beauty preserved like diamond...
And I, like a wrinkled paper, look back at it with eyes of guilt...
The youth poses questions for me...
Asks me answers I never wanted to reveal...
Why my ending moments are so painless?
why instead of peace they are so tensed?
The smile of that youth, is what I dreamt for ages..
That glow in that eyes, is what I washed up with tears
That soft spotless skin, how can he have...
I have all the wealth I ever wanted, but yet
Regrets is what he never had, I have soo many...
See the magic of that youth, I am soo jealous of him..
he is making me cry, a thing I left and forgot years ago..
Someone please tear this protriat, my servant took it away from me...
Yet that eyes and that smile somehow keeps mocking me..
"Burn that portrait" I ordered
So the slave did, yet That smile sacres me...
Those eyes have peace, I lost as I earned
That smile hides answers, I lost as I became proud
Finally the day came he can no longer scare me...
My eyes closes, yet his is opened still
My lips are dry, his filled with love and joy...
HOW CAN IT BE, TILL THE END
IT WAS A LOST DEAD ME WHO SCARED LONG DEAD ME......
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
A poem making us realize what we loose as we grow old
" Hit The Switch ! " ( Cafetwo Challenge.).
No famous last words, do I need to speak,
I've spoken them already in life,
No more tearful attention, I wish to seek,
For I dread all this idle strife.
My fatherly advice will always carry on,
Long after I stench the cold clay,
Visible in the lives of my daughter and son,
In their hearts forever, to stay.
I wish you all well, I had my chance,
For regrets now, it's much too late,
My entire life reduced to a backward glance,
Like a warrior, I accept my fate.
I bid you all adieu, my poetic friends,
My pen now to mourn on a shelf,
The time is nigh for life's rhyme to end,
Hit the switch ! ..or I'll do it myself !
I've spoken them already in life,
No more tearful attention, I wish to seek,
For I dread all this idle strife.
My fatherly advice will always carry on,
Long after I stench the cold clay,
Visible in the lives of my daughter and son,
In their hearts forever, to stay.
I wish you all well, I had my chance,
For regrets now, it's much too late,
My entire life reduced to a backward glance,
Like a warrior, I accept my fate.
I bid you all adieu, my poetic friends,
My pen now to mourn on a shelf,
The time is nigh for life's rhyme to end,
Hit the switch ! ..or I'll do it myself !
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Thanks for the challenge Jim !
Nations of America
The sorrowful day of 9/11
The day that America was brought together
That is what we are
We are a Nation
Divided but together
Nothing will seperat us
Our Faith
Our Love
Our Compassion
For our nation is the purpose we recognize 9/11
Every year, 9/11 is our day we come together
For we are America
We will not fall
We pray for those in the Towers
Our Faith will keep us as one
In our hearts
We hurt as one
We hope as one
We will always come together for our people
No matter how divided we are
We are always one
We are always together
This nation will not fall
Our nation will only grow stronger
In every way, we will become more united
America is who we are
We stand as one
We fight as one
We will mourn as one
But we will never fall
We are America
The nation divided
But never separated
And will always be united.
The day that America was brought together
That is what we are
We are a Nation
Divided but together
Nothing will seperat us
Our Faith
Our Love
Our Compassion
For our nation is the purpose we recognize 9/11
Every year, 9/11 is our day we come together
For we are America
We will not fall
We pray for those in the Towers
Our Faith will keep us as one
In our hearts
We hurt as one
We hope as one
We will always come together for our people
No matter how divided we are
We are always one
We are always together
This nation will not fall
Our nation will only grow stronger
In every way, we will become more united
America is who we are
We stand as one
We fight as one
We will mourn as one
But we will never fall
We are America
The nation divided
But never separated
And will always be united.
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Posted: Apr 2014
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A fond farewell to a friends beloved sister
Alas! from times remembered hills
cold blows the air, the heart it kills.
Flown happy days, where once thou went
amid the sisterhood of love's content;
now, love-caressing, soft whispered sighs,
touching kiss, those sleepy too tired eyes,
tear washed by vast oceans spent
with murmuring voice, love's echo eloquent
speak of thy most beauteous things,
as a haunting lilt on plaintive stings,
reflecting sorrow like grey ashen flowers
through aching pain's sad empty hours.
Yet through opaque tears, beauties lore
recall, love that we had known before,
Lord overseer, master of the deep dark night,
shall torch a star of finest light,
bursting forth as a flower from a bud,
serving warm the sorrowed flowing blood,
ever stay regardless of clouded moons,
to brighter burn than summer's noons,
spill music o'er our once known shore,
to serenade its sweetness all the more;
thereby ease pain from which we strive,
keeping all that's ours awake, alive,
shall see through tears, shinning without stain,
till by grace, sisterhood chance meet again
in evening chapel, coloured vespers store,
church quiet love, measureless by its door,
wherein, memorized breezes charm compel
us listen to the music of its spell,
where all anguished cadence dies away
and restful peace finds its long awaited day.
cold blows the air, the heart it kills.
Flown happy days, where once thou went
amid the sisterhood of love's content;
now, love-caressing, soft whispered sighs,
touching kiss, those sleepy too tired eyes,
tear washed by vast oceans spent
with murmuring voice, love's echo eloquent
speak of thy most beauteous things,
as a haunting lilt on plaintive stings,
reflecting sorrow like grey ashen flowers
through aching pain's sad empty hours.
Yet through opaque tears, beauties lore
recall, love that we had known before,
Lord overseer, master of the deep dark night,
shall torch a star of finest light,
bursting forth as a flower from a bud,
serving warm the sorrowed flowing blood,
ever stay regardless of clouded moons,
to brighter burn than summer's noons,
spill music o'er our once known shore,
to serenade its sweetness all the more;
thereby ease pain from which we strive,
keeping all that's ours awake, alive,
shall see through tears, shinning without stain,
till by grace, sisterhood chance meet again
in evening chapel, coloured vespers store,
church quiet love, measureless by its door,
wherein, memorized breezes charm compel
us listen to the music of its spell,
where all anguished cadence dies away
and restful peace finds its long awaited day.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Just how do we pen sorrow beyond description, how do we find words to paint the beauty of former days, that by cancerous fate in all its torturous pain, daily played its destructive game,yet despite the physical, deterioration and suffering, its evil never conquered the stoic spirit, for its beauty remains alive.Sunken Mysteries
Carried away on some long forgotten sea vessel,
............ we drift;
not so much by error as purpose.
Extravagance swims by in the silvery form of a sea creature;
to me- foreign territory,
yet he knows each dip and wave
as if he created it...
Thousands of miles,
this watery palace,
stretching end to end,
waving and rolling along with no desire of
destination.....
Yet transports me from place to place-
always sure.
Refuge to a vast array of beauteous danger,
lore and forgotten souls,
its immense depth their presence shields with angered passion.
Yet, to the unfortunate wayfarer,
seeking exposure for her hidden treasures,
thunderous rage initiates that soul to join the
rest in this horrible
wonderful
grave....
....Returning to her former state of peaceful,
guarded beauty,
she beckons the universe to gaze from afar,
and to wonder only
in its heart about the mysteries of
the
sea.
~SAS
............ we drift;
not so much by error as purpose.
Extravagance swims by in the silvery form of a sea creature;
to me- foreign territory,
yet he knows each dip and wave
as if he created it...
Thousands of miles,
this watery palace,
stretching end to end,
waving and rolling along with no desire of
destination.....
Yet transports me from place to place-
always sure.
Refuge to a vast array of beauteous danger,
lore and forgotten souls,
its immense depth their presence shields with angered passion.
Yet, to the unfortunate wayfarer,
seeking exposure for her hidden treasures,
thunderous rage initiates that soul to join the
rest in this horrible
wonderful
grave....
....Returning to her former state of peaceful,
guarded beauty,
she beckons the universe to gaze from afar,
and to wonder only
in its heart about the mysteries of
the
sea.
~SAS
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Is it just me or are all poets drawn to the water?
What matters.... Cafe's Challenge
NB: hope it's not too late cafe...
When garden-like Christchurch was made to tremble
Forced to go down on her knees t'was terrible
I listened to their cries of anguish and hopelessness
Watched fear and pain etched in faces I won't forget
At the end of the day... The things a man would utter
Are names of love ones , God and none other!
When my beautiful mother in law at 100 was about to go
The Book of Psalms chapter 23 she asked us to read through
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want......
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; For You are with me; " testament to her faith
Alone with her, I witnessed in her eyes she was someplace else
In her last dollop of strength, she smiled as her grip went away!
If I had just a day left In this world full of pain
I will smell the flowers, feel the rain
Bask in the lie-giving warmth of the sun
I will raise my voice, sing praises to my Lord
I will kiss my love ones' faces once more
Let them know by their's my life was blessed
But most of all I will hold the hand of my beloved
And thank him for the peaceful life he offered...
When garden-like Christchurch was made to tremble
Forced to go down on her knees t'was terrible
I listened to their cries of anguish and hopelessness
Watched fear and pain etched in faces I won't forget
At the end of the day... The things a man would utter
Are names of love ones , God and none other!
When my beautiful mother in law at 100 was about to go
The Book of Psalms chapter 23 she asked us to read through
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want......
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; For You are with me; " testament to her faith
Alone with her, I witnessed in her eyes she was someplace else
In her last dollop of strength, she smiled as her grip went away!
If I had just a day left In this world full of pain
I will smell the flowers, feel the rain
Bask in the lie-giving warmth of the sun
I will raise my voice, sing praises to my Lord
I will kiss my love ones' faces once more
Let them know by their's my life was blessed
But most of all I will hold the hand of my beloved
And thank him for the peaceful life he offered...
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Only two things matter at the end of everyone's day: God and the people in our lives! I have seen atheists and agnostics pray nearing their passing away...and it made me wonder ....Life (the spirit that makes us human )must return to where it came from......Silent Screams
Thanks for your time and your comments...all the best!
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
there are screams we never get to hear...unless we are in the same boat we'll never understand that nothing can fill us up like a silent scream does...And a Poet Sleeps
And a Poet Sleeps
Crushed memories of yesteryear
Pressed between chapters of age.
Pages full, Of white lace & blackberries.
Moonlit walks,
Holding hands & passionate kisses.
Summers full, of flowers,
lazy days, picnic baskets & rowboats.
Winter brings unwritten poems,
Crushed memories of forgotten years
Too long ago to be remembered in the cold,
hard nights of winter & loneliness.
A life that was not always kind
slips away,
as fingers wrinkled with time
slowly relax, and a Poet sleeps
SAS
Crushed memories of yesteryear
Pressed between chapters of age.
Pages full, Of white lace & blackberries.
Moonlit walks,
Holding hands & passionate kisses.
Summers full, of flowers,
lazy days, picnic baskets & rowboats.
Winter brings unwritten poems,
Crushed memories of forgotten years
Too long ago to be remembered in the cold,
hard nights of winter & loneliness.
A life that was not always kind
slips away,
as fingers wrinkled with time
slowly relax, and a Poet sleeps
SAS
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Posted: May 2014
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Defeated dreams
Some nights I see you again in my dreams
coming with wind that brings fallen rose petals on my bed.
I see you're hand riching to gently touch my cheek,
to give me the pleasure of your affectionate flesh,
eyes that smiled at me,hands that welcome me,
whispering to my heart that awake passion flower
to blossom into my blood.
Than suddenly I wake at night alone;
carrasing empthy place next to me
where you left the mark of your body shape,
for me to nurse the barren memory of you.
We part;you're forever gone to land of defeated dreams
where my sorrow and love sparks blown out upon you
longingly comes in dreams to enfold thy sweet love remembered
and yet in these thoughts lies my soul shadows deep
were at heaven's gate in one spirit we meet again
to immortalize a mortal thing to the edge of doom,
to enternize lifeless dust that lies in cold silent land.
In eternal lines you live in me...like a seal of happy time
to recall that tender touch; no more to grieve or to be sad
but to be flushed with sun that brightness my foothpath before me
so long as I can breathe to plant seeds of love.
coming with wind that brings fallen rose petals on my bed.
I see you're hand riching to gently touch my cheek,
to give me the pleasure of your affectionate flesh,
eyes that smiled at me,hands that welcome me,
whispering to my heart that awake passion flower
to blossom into my blood.
Than suddenly I wake at night alone;
carrasing empthy place next to me
where you left the mark of your body shape,
for me to nurse the barren memory of you.
We part;you're forever gone to land of defeated dreams
where my sorrow and love sparks blown out upon you
longingly comes in dreams to enfold thy sweet love remembered
and yet in these thoughts lies my soul shadows deep
were at heaven's gate in one spirit we meet again
to immortalize a mortal thing to the edge of doom,
to enternize lifeless dust that lies in cold silent land.
In eternal lines you live in me...like a seal of happy time
to recall that tender touch; no more to grieve or to be sad
but to be flushed with sun that brightness my foothpath before me
so long as I can breathe to plant seeds of love.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
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