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Dream
Last night I dream about a dream about you
Didn’t know how and why it had to be about you
Last time I saw you was three years ago
But still in my dreams you linger oh
I asked myself all these questions
“How did you happen?”
“Where’d you come from”
And “why are you happening with me”?
That dream I dreamt felt so real
A beautiful sweet kiss from me you steal
Your soft lips had a very special feel
But that all ended, oh well..
Now I’m asking all these questions
“Why did you have to happen
"Why did you have to come in sight”
Pinch me, I don't wanna dream about you again tonight.
Didn’t know how and why it had to be about you
Last time I saw you was three years ago
But still in my dreams you linger oh
I asked myself all these questions
“How did you happen?”
“Where’d you come from”
And “why are you happening with me”?
That dream I dreamt felt so real
A beautiful sweet kiss from me you steal
Your soft lips had a very special feel
But that all ended, oh well..
Now I’m asking all these questions
“Why did you have to happen
"Why did you have to come in sight”
Pinch me, I don't wanna dream about you again tonight.
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Posted: Oct 2012
Post CommentLife Happens
The scream that reverberates in this maze
From a mother in pain, a baby in her womb.
Anxiety painted on the dad’s face
Obvious enough without a need for a zoom
Echoes of joyful glee filled the room
A bouncing baby girl is born
A promise of love to give and return
Selfless love, that’s all they yearn.
But in another room was another cry
From a mother in pain, her empty womb
With her own eyes she saw her baby lie
Cold and motionless, it was doom.
Staring blankly at the tiny unilluminating beacon
Wrapped snuggly in a blue-starred fabric
The melancholic father longing for their son
An unsaid riot in his heart, stark tragic.
Borrowed time is sometimes short and sweet
Other times it causes hurt that overtime deepens
But in every single day and every single beat
We must cherish it ‘coz life just happens.
From a mother in pain, a baby in her womb.
Anxiety painted on the dad’s face
Obvious enough without a need for a zoom
Echoes of joyful glee filled the room
A bouncing baby girl is born
A promise of love to give and return
Selfless love, that’s all they yearn.
But in another room was another cry
From a mother in pain, her empty womb
With her own eyes she saw her baby lie
Cold and motionless, it was doom.
Staring blankly at the tiny unilluminating beacon
Wrapped snuggly in a blue-starred fabric
The melancholic father longing for their son
An unsaid riot in his heart, stark tragic.
Borrowed time is sometimes short and sweet
Other times it causes hurt that overtime deepens
But in every single day and every single beat
We must cherish it ‘coz life just happens.
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Posted: Oct 2012
Post Comment
Treasures Abound For Some Lucky Wader
T'was early one mornin' on Botany Bay
that a gold coin washed up in the swell.
It lay there a gleamin' alone in the foam,
where it came from nobody could tell.
Could it once have been worn by an Aztec or Inca
and stolen and shipped off to Spain?
Could it be pirate plunder washed in from a shipwreck
that sank in a violent Fall hurricaine.
Could it's presence portend to a lost Spanish galleon
long lost in the depths of Davy Jones grasp?
Might it come from a slave ship with it's human cargo
that slipped from the hands of a seaman that past.
Now it sinks in the sand of the beach where it landed,
it's hist'ry a myst'ry,once more hid from view.
Awaiting it's rescue by some lucky wader,
Might that lucky wader turn out to be you?
that a gold coin washed up in the swell.
It lay there a gleamin' alone in the foam,
where it came from nobody could tell.
Could it once have been worn by an Aztec or Inca
and stolen and shipped off to Spain?
Could it be pirate plunder washed in from a shipwreck
that sank in a violent Fall hurricaine.
Could it's presence portend to a lost Spanish galleon
long lost in the depths of Davy Jones grasp?
Might it come from a slave ship with it's human cargo
that slipped from the hands of a seaman that past.
Now it sinks in the sand of the beach where it landed,
it's hist'ry a myst'ry,once more hid from view.
Awaiting it's rescue by some lucky wader,
Might that lucky wader turn out to be you?
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
While wading in the shallows of the beacheson Florida's shores,I often think about what may
be buried just one step further than I had traveled.
A Silent Mournful Prayer
An Oldster rocks on the shaded porch
at that home where Seniors go.
That final stop on their journey home
where their smiles no longer show.
Their worn out frames attacked by pain
everyday from dawn 'til dusk.
Staring into nothingness,
not knowing who to trust.
A visitor comes once a week,
but they can't remember who.
The world's now filled with strangers
as they smile while passing through.
Their blurry sight diminishing,
it's hard to make things out.
It's hard to keep one train of thought
or retain one thing to care about.
A stranger helps them eat their meals
and bathe and dress for bed.
Barely hearing moving lips
or what the person said.
They close their eyes to sleep once more
and say a silent prayer.
Lord Jesus come and rescue me
and take me out of here !
at that home where Seniors go.
That final stop on their journey home
where their smiles no longer show.
Their worn out frames attacked by pain
everyday from dawn 'til dusk.
Staring into nothingness,
not knowing who to trust.
A visitor comes once a week,
but they can't remember who.
The world's now filled with strangers
as they smile while passing through.
Their blurry sight diminishing,
it's hard to make things out.
It's hard to keep one train of thought
or retain one thing to care about.
A stranger helps them eat their meals
and bathe and dress for bed.
Barely hearing moving lips
or what the person said.
They close their eyes to sleep once more
and say a silent prayer.
Lord Jesus come and rescue me
and take me out of here !
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
There but for the Grace of God go I !!And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !
The Wiseman of Digby Nova Scotia
T'was a dismal night in Digby as I wandered 'bout the town.
Searching for a cubbyhole where I might lay me down.
I gazed into a window in a shop down by the bay,
The haggard man reflected took my laboured breath away.
The tattered clothes that covered him were rumpled and askew,
His wrinkled face unshaven, with sunken eyes of blue.
Down by the wharf I found a meal of fish flakes laid to dry,
I chewed upon a mouthful and laid me down to die.
Don't grow old alone my friend,don't cast your friends aside.
Don't die alone and homeless, because of stubborn pride.
Hold tight to those who've loved you, don't judge and criticize!
My final words I'll offer you:
"We're to long stupid and too late wise"
Searching for a cubbyhole where I might lay me down.
I gazed into a window in a shop down by the bay,
The haggard man reflected took my laboured breath away.
The tattered clothes that covered him were rumpled and askew,
His wrinkled face unshaven, with sunken eyes of blue.
Down by the wharf I found a meal of fish flakes laid to dry,
I chewed upon a mouthful and laid me down to die.
Don't grow old alone my friend,don't cast your friends aside.
Don't die alone and homeless, because of stubborn pride.
Hold tight to those who've loved you, don't judge and criticize!
My final words I'll offer you:
"We're to long stupid and too late wise"
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I guess I'm beginning to feel my age creeping in upon me.I seem to be reflecting on life a little differently
than I did not so many years ago.
Note to ex-lovers
What's this attraction
Between the sexes?
Where is it now?
(Note to my exes!)
Between the sexes?
Where is it now?
(Note to my exes!)
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
It's about growing old, slipping out of the gene pool, having in the past gotten thoroughly wet. It's about disappointment one couldn't remain faithful, got bored or thoroughly hacked off with a partner or partners. It's about being Human, erring, regretting, but knowing you can't turn back the clock. It's also about release, breaking free from Earthly ties and shackles, well, that's in part deux. Hope you liked part un.Chris
Pseudo Everything
It’s a gloomy day
But what can I say
I miss you
But do you miss me too?
You said you’d always care
And forgetting, I shouldn’t dare
But I haven’t heard from you
It’s been two weeks, I think so.
Maybe you forgot what you said
That goodbye wasn’t in your head
But now I’m starting to perceive
That everything was just make believe.
But what can I say
I miss you
But do you miss me too?
You said you’d always care
And forgetting, I shouldn’t dare
But I haven’t heard from you
It’s been two weeks, I think so.
Maybe you forgot what you said
That goodbye wasn’t in your head
But now I’m starting to perceive
That everything was just make believe.
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Posted: Oct 2012
Post CommentNANA
Though mem'ries of the words you spoke
still linger in my mind,
The vision of your withered face
no longer can I find.
Reflections of your gentleness
inspire me today.
To reach out to the ones I love
and help them on their way.
If when my numbered days are done
and lifes' final days are through.
I pray that things you taught me
might still be cherished too.
By those who never knew you
but whose lives you truly blessed.
I love and miss you Nana !
I've tried to do my best.
still linger in my mind,
The vision of your withered face
no longer can I find.
Reflections of your gentleness
inspire me today.
To reach out to the ones I love
and help them on their way.
If when my numbered days are done
and lifes' final days are through.
I pray that things you taught me
might still be cherished too.
By those who never knew you
but whose lives you truly blessed.
I love and miss you Nana !
I've tried to do my best.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Without her my life would have been very different.You are very much missed.
The Valiant Lady
Upon the bow a lady carved,
her arms across her chest.
Vigilant she stands her watch
to carve the blue waves crest.
The sails taunt with puffs of air
to guide her on her way.
The maidens face adorned and washed
with salty wisps of spray.
She's seen the gales that lift her high
and seas that bring her rest.
The dolphin leaping off to port
to starboard race the rest.
She's heard the hiss as sunset plunged
beneath horizon west,
She always brings her crew to port
she's never failed the test.
her arms across her chest.
Vigilant she stands her watch
to carve the blue waves crest.
The sails taunt with puffs of air
to guide her on her way.
The maidens face adorned and washed
with salty wisps of spray.
She's seen the gales that lift her high
and seas that bring her rest.
The dolphin leaping off to port
to starboard race the rest.
She's heard the hiss as sunset plunged
beneath horizon west,
She always brings her crew to port
she's never failed the test.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
In memory of the lovely carved ladiesthat graced the bows of sailing ships
of by gone days.
Baggage
Twould it be so easy to not look back
Fly forward stretching for the finish line
Leaving behind the baggage of the past
Could I just let go if I were inclined
Embracing one another holding close
Soon warmth turns to fire spreading throughout limbs
Flame covering burning to nothingness
All is silent as the bright light goes dim
Door knob in one hand baggage in other
I know I would be nothing without you
Hugging close as if we are but the one
If I go then you must come with me to
Baggage that I carry has carried me
In essence it is the person you see.
Fly forward stretching for the finish line
Leaving behind the baggage of the past
Could I just let go if I were inclined
Embracing one another holding close
Soon warmth turns to fire spreading throughout limbs
Flame covering burning to nothingness
All is silent as the bright light goes dim
Door knob in one hand baggage in other
I know I would be nothing without you
Hugging close as if we are but the one
If I go then you must come with me to
Baggage that I carry has carried me
In essence it is the person you see.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
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