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THERE IS A SPECIAL LADY
I CONTACTED ON THE 'NET
REALLY KIND OF LIKE HER
THO' I HAVEN'T MET HER YET
SHE SEEMS SO BRIGHT...INTELLIGENT
SO STEADY..QUIET ..CALM..
JUST THE SORT OF PERSON
I COULD HAVE HOLD ON MY ARM

TO WALK THE SUNLIT AVENUES
TO STROLL IN TWILIGHT RAYS
OF SINKING SUN ON DISTANT HILLS
AS SHADOWS FIND THEIR WAYS
TO SLOWLY TURN THE LIGHT TO DARK
WHEN STARS AT LAST WILL SHINE
AND A CHAT ACROSS A TABLE
IN A QUIET PLACE TO DINE

JUST SPEND TIME TOGETHER
TO SEE HOW THINGS PAN OUT
MAYBE IT'S OUR DESTINY
OR FIND IF THERE IS DOUBT
LET'S FACE IT NO ONE'S PERFECT
AND THIS SAYING IS I KNOW
THAT IF THERE IS A GLOW INSIDE
THE OUTSIDE IT WILL SHOW

SO I'LL JUST REMINISCE A WHILE
LET THOUGHTS AND DREAMS ABOUND
BE GRATEFUL TO THE LORD ABOVE
FOR THIS LADY THAT I FOUND
MAYBE AS TIME MOVES QUIETLY ON
IT COULD PICK UP ITS' PACE
OR MAYBE GENTLY FADE AWAY
AND DISAPPEAR IN SPACE

M.B. POEMS 2014

Alone with my Lymphoma my senses have grown,
A complete change of focus, some new seeds sown,
Mother Nature called out with magnetic support,
“Take note of my beauty and your ills I will sort”,
On a woodland walk in the country I went,
Saw a fox disappear as he picked up my scent,
Had it not been for that I may never have seen,
That beautiful rainbow through the bows so green.
I even enjoyed the mist on my face,
It put a shine on the foliage to enhance the place,
I can’t recall admiring scattered puddles before,
But these were shiny mirrors on the forest floor,
When I gaped inside to study the view,
I realised my life was turned upside down too,
Nature was helping much more than I thought,
Because of the awareness to my senses it brought,
Suddenly! the noise of a hawk in the air,
It swirled and swooped as I stood and stared,
I could only admire how he patrolled the skies,
While ultimately plotting some rodents demise,
From these simple studies I absorbed much relief,
Sights, scents, and sounds surpassing belief,
They kept me from pondering on things like my death,
When my thoughts should only have been my next breath,
Later the moon rose behind a thorny hedge,
As a trout in the river engulfed it’s final sedge,
Time to wander home now from this place that I yearn,
Tomorrow back to Nature and more lessons to learn.

Thank you kind people!!!

Thank you for your input everyone...

I do get dissapointed..
but I must not let that impede 
on the life I have yet to live 
and to all that I can give.

Clear you mind of all your stress.
Remove it, take it out,Put it in a box or on a shelf.
Now relax and take a deep breath, look inside yourself.
Now you see whats bothering you, on your way to better health.

Collective thoughts in my mind,
wondering about this future life,
appreciating the laughter in others I find,
do I really need another wife,

Thinking out loud and saying my piece,
restless at times and feeling so alone,
time ticking along lifes walking feet,
persevering like a dog gnawing a bone,

A meandering mind jumping here and there,
nothing solid to hold the ground,
wondering if anything is really fair,
always listening to that empty sound,

your minds wheels always turning,
even when trying to fall asleep,
synaptic nerves forever churning,
looking for meaning and something deep,

Rational thoughts seem to disappear,
traversing through your own life span,
recollections of all the things you fear,
what to do and if I can,

Eventually the madness settles the mood,
its why someone close can be your friend,
looking for that piece of the puzzle in lifes food,
having that person will help you to mend.

All you who are in the whole of your health,
Would you ever swap with me in remission ? No ?
You probably think it would shorten your life,
But neither would I swap with you,
For I know that remission has lengthened mine,
I briefly stared into the merciless eyes of the reaper,
Perhaps therein lies the difference.

Do you ever hear yourself breath ,
And savour every single breath ? I do !
I suspect you love Spring flowers....
But I know that I must adore them slightly more.
I wouldn't pluck one for I would see it as a death,
But I would smell them on bended knee,
and not complain about my damp stained pants........
I would only remember the scent !
I used hate the interruption of my alarm in the morn'
Now it is the sweetest sound.....
like a song-bird in full voice on a leafy branch,
pleading for a handful of crumbs.

It's almost eight years now since
my last passionate kiss.......shocked ??
Or you might ask........Why ??
It's because I remained true.....that's why !
We're divorcd a year now and that picture
of us on the wall ........is now just a nail........
Yes I am gulping as I write.......
I'm not too proud to cry,
It's sad, it's raw, it's true... it's gone !.....but hear this.........
"I have risen from those cold cinders",
My next kiss (should there be one) will be special.....
...because the way I feel right now...
I would nearly kiss a stone wall .

You can bid me respect if you wish.......
but please don't show me sympathy or pity,
I abhor those two words !......for these lines are not penned in complaint...
but in Appreciation of life......another chance....
I stride positively forward now..somewhat sorrowful...
but extremely determined !
Thank Heavens for remission !

Okay,

This is not a poem,
but I just read this quote
and I'm wondering how you
wonderful Poets think this relates
to how 'our' minds work...?


"The more you make your thoughts into
your identity, the more cut off you
are from the spiritual dimensions within yourself...


Defining yourself through thought is limiting
yourself. When you fully accept that you
don't know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thoughts could ever be"

Any philosophy people lurking?

Thanks for your time in advance for 'your thoughts' on this

~SAS

Who is that lady
laying there in your bed
guess they have moved you
to a new ward again.
So frail so thin
how fragile she seems
can't help but watch her
this stranger as she sleeps.
Hands black and blue
from injections and drips
yellowing complexion
blooded dry cracked lips.
Shes somebodies mother
somebodies wife
glad shes not my fathers
and this mothers not mine.
She opens her eyes
see's me watching her
"oh there you are my girl"
thought i lost you at the fair.
Putting denial behind me
flowers in vase
i brush aside whats left of it
hair..to plant kiss upon face.
"yes mam i am here"
your allusions are not real
but if it eases your pain
who am i to say no to morphine.
But it don't ease mine
yet i rise to meet the stranger
cause its my turn now
to repay your loving care.
Forgive my weaken moment
forgive my denial
know i am beside you,
know i always will.