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coming out
just don't need or want around
the days are new unlimited ends
we're testing on the proving ground
the nights along with many friends
the horizon's edge is right here now
and all things are to those who be
no need to get to the end somehow
reading a lifeline scrolling marquee
most all of days like summers amaze
no winters blues to haunt us
can't get pulled by some malaise
the youth of life brings finesse
at walk at rest at last at best
time stands still forever young
challange and meet a youthful quest
before our aged song been sung
© agoodguy2have 2010-08-23
the days are new unlimited ends
we're testing on the proving ground
the nights along with many friends
the horizon's edge is right here now
and all things are to those who be
no need to get to the end somehow
reading a lifeline scrolling marquee
most all of days like summers amaze
no winters blues to haunt us
can't get pulled by some malaise
the youth of life brings finesse
at walk at rest at last at best
time stands still forever young
challange and meet a youthful quest
before our aged song been sung
© agoodguy2have 2010-08-23
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
got teenagers, remember teenagers, been teenagers?
GLIMMER OF LIGHT
Time was taken away from me.
Even though i tried.
I wandered through time
in a dazzled state of mind.
Tortured from a thousand memories.
Mr lucky was no more.
Sitting in a cold room.
On the floor a desperate frame.
Watching the anguished rain
flow down beyond my face.
Why cant i see sunshine ?
Why cant i hold my happiness ?
Sunday beckons forth with
alarming regularity.
It cares not for my woes.
Never asking for reasons why,
in still calm waters, i wonder.
You should not dare to caress
the thoughts of joy.
There is a glimmer of light,
It shimmers just within reach.
A compromise from nature given.
Untold riches await my call.
And yet I cannot say yes,
I would lose the very thing
my heart bleeds for.
A stranger comes from heaven.
A calm and strong mind.
I seek no mistrust or emotive pain.
Only thoughts pure of spirit.
A guiding light to heal wounds past.
And from within grows might,
a force all powerful.
No more shall I seek the dead in reassurance.
This is my time !
With nothing to fear but fear itself !
I reign and am, despite illness of mind,
A king of kings within.
A throne without a royal standard.
My castle walls breaketh not.
In silent gratitude, my heart beats proud
No mortal mind can obstruct.
JEFF CLARKE
17/01/2004
Even though i tried.
I wandered through time
in a dazzled state of mind.
Tortured from a thousand memories.
Mr lucky was no more.
Sitting in a cold room.
On the floor a desperate frame.
Watching the anguished rain
flow down beyond my face.
Why cant i see sunshine ?
Why cant i hold my happiness ?
Sunday beckons forth with
alarming regularity.
It cares not for my woes.
Never asking for reasons why,
in still calm waters, i wonder.
You should not dare to caress
the thoughts of joy.
There is a glimmer of light,
It shimmers just within reach.
A compromise from nature given.
Untold riches await my call.
And yet I cannot say yes,
I would lose the very thing
my heart bleeds for.
A stranger comes from heaven.
A calm and strong mind.
I seek no mistrust or emotive pain.
Only thoughts pure of spirit.
A guiding light to heal wounds past.
And from within grows might,
a force all powerful.
No more shall I seek the dead in reassurance.
This is my time !
With nothing to fear but fear itself !
I reign and am, despite illness of mind,
A king of kings within.
A throne without a royal standard.
My castle walls breaketh not.
In silent gratitude, my heart beats proud
No mortal mind can obstruct.
JEFF CLARKE
17/01/2004
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
One of my own poems, written in darker times. It tells of my heartache at being stopped from seeing my daughter when her mum and me separated. And for no apparent reason but to use our love of each other as a weapon against me. Vindictive and cruel. It was a time of great emotional pain and it affected me quite deeply. I found a true friend who helped me through the bad times and i will be forever grateful for her compassion and humility. She helped me turn my life around. I now see my daughter regularly.
...you would smile a lot more…
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru
Part I
The shamanic traditions are very clear on a very real paradox,
Unless the shaman is wounded in some serious way, how can he find the empathy within him/her to offer true guidance and reveal the path of healing to the sufferer?
David Cumes, is a beloved physician, in his writings, he vividly explores and explains the paradox of ‘the wounded healer’, how that most medical doctors are ‘wounded healers’ due to their rigorous and inhuman training, in order to qualify.
I am not a medical doctor, I hold a Ph.D. in Holistic Nutrition, but, I must confess, I too am I ‘wounded healer’. Oh, my odyssey gets better and better with time, as time is sometimes, not always, a great healer, but, being a perfectionist, I still feel I have a looooooong way to go…, a very, very long way… One day many years ago, I was counseling a 16-year old young woman who had just tragically lost her father. She listened respectfully to my erudite prating, but, suddenly, she asked me:
“Doctor, did you loose your father when you were 16, and were you a girl at the time?”
The stunning, but very profound question, humbled me, brought a few tears to my visage and shut me up. Why? Because, of course, I had not walked a mile in her shoes, and never would. Oh, my training had provided me with all the ‘right’ and ‘clever’ answers, and yes, they are, of course, academically correct, and valid, but, how, how, could I possibly look into the eyes of that child and candidly tell her she should listen to me, as I knew the way out… Hogwash!
Continued in part II
Anonymous guru
Part I
The shamanic traditions are very clear on a very real paradox,
Unless the shaman is wounded in some serious way, how can he find the empathy within him/her to offer true guidance and reveal the path of healing to the sufferer?
David Cumes, is a beloved physician, in his writings, he vividly explores and explains the paradox of ‘the wounded healer’, how that most medical doctors are ‘wounded healers’ due to their rigorous and inhuman training, in order to qualify.
I am not a medical doctor, I hold a Ph.D. in Holistic Nutrition, but, I must confess, I too am I ‘wounded healer’. Oh, my odyssey gets better and better with time, as time is sometimes, not always, a great healer, but, being a perfectionist, I still feel I have a looooooong way to go…, a very, very long way… One day many years ago, I was counseling a 16-year old young woman who had just tragically lost her father. She listened respectfully to my erudite prating, but, suddenly, she asked me:
“Doctor, did you loose your father when you were 16, and were you a girl at the time?”
The stunning, but very profound question, humbled me, brought a few tears to my visage and shut me up. Why? Because, of course, I had not walked a mile in her shoes, and never would. Oh, my training had provided me with all the ‘right’ and ‘clever’ answers, and yes, they are, of course, academically correct, and valid, but, how, how, could I possibly look into the eyes of that child and candidly tell her she should listen to me, as I knew the way out… Hogwash!
Continued in part II
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Posted: Aug 2010
Post Commentyou would smile a lot more… Part II
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru
Flash-forward many more years to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa… I was walking along a dusty road with one of my six precious daughters, who, will, of course, remain anonymous. She had just lost her precious and wonderfully-healthy 32-day old baby girl to murder at the hands of our little angel’s biological father, a psychopath, who, in their right minds, would, after all, kill their own baby with their own hands? We had done our very unpleasant duty and finished with the 2-year court case, which sentenced the boy to 30 years in prison, and we had decided to go home to Africa, to, if at all possible, heal and find some meaning and hope to go on, though none of us felt like going on, we just wanted to join our celestial lost baby girl…
My very special and very gifted and talented and much beloved young daughter, was at last at the end of her tether, as she was torn in a gazillion different pieces from her fiery trial…, sans hope, sans feeling… At that point we were in a field, suddenly, she just sat down… The field was a typical African field, I noticed, peripherally, broken glass everywhere, empty soda bottles, wrappers of all kinds, some blobs of human excrement here and there and the nauseating stench of human urine permeated the hot summer air…
I knew what was coming, devastated, I sat down with her, with a finality that alarmed my academic mind to say the least… we both just burst out in loud tears and inconsolable wailing, the great drops of our life force falling on the African soil upon which we were both born, and love so much… Luckily, the field was out of the way and no passers-by noted our rite of passage… No words were exchanged, we just emptied ourselves of the pent-up agony of our souls for the day, as it is not possible to gain total catharsis in a day, or a year or a life-time or two…, no, rather, like a volcano, you release what you can for the day, till the next eruption… incoherent phrases, like:
“Go on without me, please, Dad, just leave me here to die, I am not getting up again…”
“Never, my daughter, I will perish here with you…”
“Why Dad, why…”
“I have no idea, my daughter, none, whatsoever…”
“Am I such a great sinner Dad, that God had to take my baby away…”
“Of course not, my angel, you’re still a babe yourself…”
Continued in Part III
Anonymous guru
Flash-forward many more years to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa… I was walking along a dusty road with one of my six precious daughters, who, will, of course, remain anonymous. She had just lost her precious and wonderfully-healthy 32-day old baby girl to murder at the hands of our little angel’s biological father, a psychopath, who, in their right minds, would, after all, kill their own baby with their own hands? We had done our very unpleasant duty and finished with the 2-year court case, which sentenced the boy to 30 years in prison, and we had decided to go home to Africa, to, if at all possible, heal and find some meaning and hope to go on, though none of us felt like going on, we just wanted to join our celestial lost baby girl…
My very special and very gifted and talented and much beloved young daughter, was at last at the end of her tether, as she was torn in a gazillion different pieces from her fiery trial…, sans hope, sans feeling… At that point we were in a field, suddenly, she just sat down… The field was a typical African field, I noticed, peripherally, broken glass everywhere, empty soda bottles, wrappers of all kinds, some blobs of human excrement here and there and the nauseating stench of human urine permeated the hot summer air…
I knew what was coming, devastated, I sat down with her, with a finality that alarmed my academic mind to say the least… we both just burst out in loud tears and inconsolable wailing, the great drops of our life force falling on the African soil upon which we were both born, and love so much… Luckily, the field was out of the way and no passers-by noted our rite of passage… No words were exchanged, we just emptied ourselves of the pent-up agony of our souls for the day, as it is not possible to gain total catharsis in a day, or a year or a life-time or two…, no, rather, like a volcano, you release what you can for the day, till the next eruption… incoherent phrases, like:
“Go on without me, please, Dad, just leave me here to die, I am not getting up again…”
“Never, my daughter, I will perish here with you…”
“Why Dad, why…”
“I have no idea, my daughter, none, whatsoever…”
“Am I such a great sinner Dad, that God had to take my baby away…”
“Of course not, my angel, you’re still a babe yourself…”
Continued in Part III
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Posted: Aug 2010
Post Commentyou would smile a lot more… Part III
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru
Part III
As you may imagine, the litany went on and for how long, we know not…,
Finally, when we were totally spent and were in a zombie-like state,
Instinct took over, I lifted my daughter in my arms and carried her to the car,
Slowly, surreptitiously the spirit of the divine began to seep back into us, and to enliven us…,
As if some heavenly force were moving me, I drove to our favourite restaurant, were we wolfed down the most delicious Belgian waffles layered with maple syrup, disguised as the spirit of god, I’m sure…
Soon after, Africa began to do its healing work,
My daughter fell madly in love with a wonderful young man,
Who has given her another most beautiful baby girl,
Both their careers took off, they now live on an enchanting Mediterranean island,
And I am blessed enough to be able to behold their radiance,
Although, my trained healer’s eye, can sometimes see the sheen of sadness beneath the sparkles that reflect off my daughters’ diamond eyes…
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru
Anonymous guru
Part III
As you may imagine, the litany went on and for how long, we know not…,
Finally, when we were totally spent and were in a zombie-like state,
Instinct took over, I lifted my daughter in my arms and carried her to the car,
Slowly, surreptitiously the spirit of the divine began to seep back into us, and to enliven us…,
As if some heavenly force were moving me, I drove to our favourite restaurant, were we wolfed down the most delicious Belgian waffles layered with maple syrup, disguised as the spirit of god, I’m sure…
Soon after, Africa began to do its healing work,
My daughter fell madly in love with a wonderful young man,
Who has given her another most beautiful baby girl,
Both their careers took off, they now live on an enchanting Mediterranean island,
And I am blessed enough to be able to behold their radiance,
Although, my trained healer’s eye, can sometimes see the sheen of sadness beneath the sparkles that reflect off my daughters’ diamond eyes…
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru
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Posted: Aug 2010
Post Comment
SPIRIT LEVEL
When you are annoyed, or cry, or have a row…..
It Laughs!
When you have loads of energy, want to do something big,
It Sleeps!
When you are laughing, very happy…..
It Cries!
When you are exhausted at the end of your day,
It wants to play!
When you are on cloud nine……
It brings you back down to earth!
In the future, it will stretch your bank account and your credit,
It will show you new boundaries of pride, happiness and grief!
For now though, it’s quiet in it’s cot…..
You just sit mesmerised, watching it breathing,
The most wonderful thing in your life……
Sleeping at last…..To your relief!
It Laughs!
When you have loads of energy, want to do something big,
It Sleeps!
When you are laughing, very happy…..
It Cries!
When you are exhausted at the end of your day,
It wants to play!
When you are on cloud nine……
It brings you back down to earth!
In the future, it will stretch your bank account and your credit,
It will show you new boundaries of pride, happiness and grief!
For now though, it’s quiet in it’s cot…..
You just sit mesmerised, watching it breathing,
The most wonderful thing in your life……
Sleeping at last…..To your relief!
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
AH.....Looking back 20 odd years, now with the benefit of hindsight....lol......Andrew......xxxshadow of darkness
Do you miss me through the shadow of darkness, I can see you but i'm blinded by our love, things that i do take for granted by one should always be appreciated.
Our love was strong but now that we're apart all the memories are always there, locked up inside of deep emotion i wonder what will happen to us. I've been hurt so who do i learn to no and trust, draws like a magnet to each of us deviding two worlds apart through the power and strength of love.
What direction shall i follow will it be the right or wrong there is only one past way to choose.
Our love was strong but now that we're apart all the memories are always there, locked up inside of deep emotion i wonder what will happen to us. I've been hurt so who do i learn to no and trust, draws like a magnet to each of us deviding two worlds apart through the power and strength of love.
What direction shall i follow will it be the right or wrong there is only one past way to choose.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
this poem is wriien by myself and my twin sister through the emotional times that we both went throughDesertion
Despondent, she creaks to and
fro, to and fro, upon the
porch, her bony hands stroking
the tomcat curled in sleep on
her lap. Hours it's been since
he left. Stealing under the
branches, dark with bats, rowing
across the river, its cold
surface flecked with scum, he'll
be in the city while she, creaking
to and fro, to and fro, beholds
the raw red face of dawn.
fro, to and fro, upon the
porch, her bony hands stroking
the tomcat curled in sleep on
her lap. Hours it's been since
he left. Stealing under the
branches, dark with bats, rowing
across the river, its cold
surface flecked with scum, he'll
be in the city while she, creaking
to and fro, to and fro, beholds
the raw red face of dawn.
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Posted: Aug 2010
Post Comment"Do What Makes Your Heart Sing"
"Do What Makes Your Heart Sing" - Jan 17, 2010
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to Gina Lake
I was reading a book from a downloaded site
And a phrase jumped in front of my eyes
Nothing like this ever happens by chance
And that's something you must realize
The phrase of which I'm speaking about is
"Do what makes your heart sing"
It struck me as odd but just temporarily so
And I wrote a poem that said the same thing
But then I thought to myself - that's not really so strange
But it is something most folks never get
That they could make a living doing something they love
And not have even one ounce of regret
Kids never get that thought taught to them
It's "Go out and find a real job!"
And I thought the fact they paid money to you
Was proof enough, you didn't rob
It's hard changing peoples perception of things
That's been drilled into them most of their life
Even the fact of you're free to choose
Will fill many souls up with strife
They can't believe it's as easy as that
There's got to be some part that's missing
It might be the part with you and your love
Locked together out back, madly kissing
Just do what you want and don't worry about planning
Planning's when #1 doesn't work
And #1 always works just the way that it should
It isn't just some lucky quirk
Always remember to teach - Teach your kids to be proud
Be proud of what-ever they bring
And the thing you should stress from the day that their born, is to
"Do What Makes Your Heart Sing"
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to Gina Lake
I was reading a book from a downloaded site
And a phrase jumped in front of my eyes
Nothing like this ever happens by chance
And that's something you must realize
The phrase of which I'm speaking about is
"Do what makes your heart sing"
It struck me as odd but just temporarily so
And I wrote a poem that said the same thing
But then I thought to myself - that's not really so strange
But it is something most folks never get
That they could make a living doing something they love
And not have even one ounce of regret
Kids never get that thought taught to them
It's "Go out and find a real job!"
And I thought the fact they paid money to you
Was proof enough, you didn't rob
It's hard changing peoples perception of things
That's been drilled into them most of their life
Even the fact of you're free to choose
Will fill many souls up with strife
They can't believe it's as easy as that
There's got to be some part that's missing
It might be the part with you and your love
Locked together out back, madly kissing
Just do what you want and don't worry about planning
Planning's when #1 doesn't work
And #1 always works just the way that it should
It isn't just some lucky quirk
Always remember to teach - Teach your kids to be proud
Be proud of what-ever they bring
And the thing you should stress from the day that their born, is to
"Do What Makes Your Heart Sing"
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
The first line says it allMy DAD
My brain explodes!it fills with fluids that I don't know
My body wilts my heart it tilts,a blackness an episode.
YOU STUPID STUPID STUPID MAN I SAY,WHY DON'T YOU EXIST TODAY
YOU WERE MY HERO, I HATE YOU,I HATE YOU,YOU DID NOT STAY
I love you as today,I was bad no need to say
My son, my son the time has come,I must leave to join the Son!
MY DAD, MY DAD, I WAS SAD,YOU KNOW YOU WEREN'T SO BAD
I TOLD MY BOYS YOU WERE MAD,JUST LIKE ME AND THEY ARE GLAD!
My body wilts my heart it tilts,a blackness an episode.
YOU STUPID STUPID STUPID MAN I SAY,WHY DON'T YOU EXIST TODAY
YOU WERE MY HERO, I HATE YOU,I HATE YOU,YOU DID NOT STAY
I love you as today,I was bad no need to say
My son, my son the time has come,I must leave to join the Son!
MY DAD, MY DAD, I WAS SAD,YOU KNOW YOU WEREN'T SO BAD
I TOLD MY BOYS YOU WERE MAD,JUST LIKE ME AND THEY ARE GLAD!
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
I hated my dad and then loved him so much,my kids would have adored him I know as they do Gra Gra[my mum].Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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