Prose Poems (414)

The man she really wants won't
be found in some scribbled poem
He won't dial her number as she
sobs by a late night phone
For she knows that he is born of
magic which the wind cannot contain
Only He understands her smiles and
the sorrow of her rain
She awaits for him to decend with
sword and shield in hand
She reasons her children will florish
in a sweet and conquered land
But she awakens to the kiss of her
prince, yet it's to sad for words to tell
For she lived her life as a devil
And now she abides in Hell..

Let's be guided by Love, it will be our lantern to lift all shadows in dark empty corners of our soul,
let our Love go before our lonely footpaths true dark streets where our shoes steps makes Echo and feels like friendly company
that's pushing away doubts and uncertainty.
Lets travel with Love without caring heavy stones baggage's of our past of hurts and despair
or heavy loads of expectations for our future
as all disappointments with people and life often comes from our own creation of dream garden where we alone spread seeds to all kind of flowers that bloom and grow for good or bad to come,
some times going ahead of ourselves, forgetting that only our intentions and acts at present time can save us to walk towards hopeful future safe journey.
Let us to cheer up in celebrating sadness,
as much we have a reason to celebrate unknown happiness
as we don't know how long is our time on Earth and to be thankful for the time we shared with people round the world,for life's simple things is gift of life blessings we often take for granted.
Let's Love to one another, grow the man beneath the heaven to overcome our weaknesses to desire and want more than what is in front of us to accept and cherish,to change what we can and to accept what it can't be changed as peace in our heart and mind is valued more than any promising stars or the highest hills that some times can be riche only in our dreams which can be hard to let go...
as heart wants what it wants,
while mind vary with all sorts of facts to assess what is worth in risking heart and soul as we don't know the truth that may come as shock and surprise what promising distance offer to us...
Let's follow up our life path by lantern of Love and with all doubts of what is the truth - make our speech still always be with grace, seasoned with respect to all living kind...
Let's Love even when we're sense that we're about to be betrayed,
just like Jesus know that with Jehovah kiss he didn't gain a loyal friend but let's still love what ever comes our way and
let go with Love what can't be changed ...

When we are born we start the labyrinth of life,
when we are very young our parents take the reins
but as you slowly grow up it then becomes your
own responsibility, we have only two roads to take
but we nearly always make the wrong choice
a stumbling block through life, when we choose wrong
we find our self in a maze or labyrinth, we then have
to solve our puzzled mind and find our way out.
These are life's ongoing problem to make sure our
minds stay alert as we strive to stay on the correct
road to get to the next level of understanding, they
say you never look back, so the conclusion is to succeed
in what you are doing and pursue the impossible.
there is nothing impossible, however there are times
when they are improbable. This is the rule of the labyrinth
of life, can we rise to the occasion or fall behind at
the wayside. The ultimate test applies to all.

What is a guillotine ? It is a device for cutting large quantities
of paper, in commercial use these machines supply reams of
packaged paper for use in offices around the world, they are
used for many similar uses in many different forms in countries
all around the world, but the guillotine had a far more sinister
use that goes back to the tenth century, it was used as an
execution device used by many forms of government the most
noted during the period of the 1790's in France. The event was
known as the French Revolution, were the people of France
were treated really cruel, and the guillotine was a cruel form
of injustice to anyone who would be caught conspiring against
the then French Government, the commoners in the end rose
up against the tyranny of the government and their evil dictators
were executed by their own creation of death, and shown no
mercy and by the end of the century was under a new ruler,
Napoleon Bonaparte, he was hailed as a hero of the time, but
was eventually exiled on an island named Elba. those times are
now gone but the guillotine still remains with us today though
it is used for far less violent operations, for simply cutting paper
in our offices and homes. Which proves even the most evil things
can be used for good with a little imagination.

An arrow points in directions
unknown
Perhaps I'm following the seeds
I've sown
The high road or the low road is
a mysterious path ..who can tell
Tis a choice my friend between
heaven or hell..

"Destination Unknown"
John Norrington joins his friends. As the storm is approaching
the Columbia they attempt once again to return to their own time
and home in England.The mist engulfs the ship and the wind
becomes gusty, Captain Owens and his crew are ready for any
immediate manuever they may have to handle to keep the ship
on course. The ship slows then stops, things seem to appear
normal, there is Dover Harbour. The ship now heads in to port,
John Norrington and Bill Jenkins disembark from the ship and
travel by stage coach to Norrington manor where they are
greeted by their servants and staff.Hours later Bill Jenkins
goes on duty at the hotel pub, only to notice his adversary
Jack Wild standing at the bar, Jenkins slips out the back
door for a moment to tell John Norrington about Wild's
presence, Norrington could not understand that Wild is still
free undaunted by Jenkins being present. Only one conclusion
can be made, is that time travelling had brought them back to
an earlier timeline. He also realises if this is the case his
wife may still be alive,so he mounts Warrior his horse and
rides out to visit her two miles away in their summer residence.
He dismounts then goes inside. He notices her in her armchair,
they hug each other. Norrington knows now that the stage
coach tragedy is just hours away and the location where it
is to take place. He tries to tell his wife not to travel
by coach tonight and to go in the morning instead, but
she does not want to do so because she would not have
much time with her mother on her birthday, as she is
travelling to Somerset the next day, and her ship was
leaving very early. Norrington knows now he has to try
to stop the coach from crashing over the cliff. The coach
is now ready along with it's cargo of gold, the dignitaries
are prepared to leave and Norrington also boards the coach,
being part of the original passengers. The coach then leaves
on time. As it approaches the fateful bend the Wild's outlaws
attack. The coach pulls up and Wild has his gunmen hold the
passengers at gunpoint. Norrington must act quickly, so he
leaps at Wild and knocks him from his horse to the ground.
Norrington pulls out his gun as the outlaws fire at him
gunning him down. He is lying motionless.......
Has Norrington been killed ?
Will the Black Dove save the coach from destruction ?
Don't miss the exciting final conclusion in
Part 12 ...."Terminal Paradox"
Posted the 1st January 2014

I was dreaming late at night
When the shadows were leaving me behind
There was a white light, full of stars
Many angels were singing, they were kind

There was a cloudburst, flapping wings
And an old dog napping by a fire
I watched sailors, drunk on whiskey
And the smell of rubber, burning tire

I saw lonely hearts buried in the sand
And a happy fish jumping from the sea
And mermaids strumming guitars
And children swimming around a tree

In the moonlight, a maiden singing
And a tree full of hungry cats
Watching red foxes roasting chickens
And a man chasing after his hat

I saw rainbows chasing thunder
And a young boy panning for gold
And some rain drops making puddles
Dusty birds all waiting so bold

There was a horsefly playing fiddle
And a cow jumping into the sky
On a wood pile full of crickets
Was a little girl waving good bye

And a bus full of angry people
Telling me life is all a bunch of lies
Like a dead horse reeking badly
From a stomach full of swarming flies

I was dreaming, late one night
When the shadows were leaving me behind
There was a white light, full of stars
Many angels were singing, they were kind

I am struggling
With the pace of life
Never far removed
From toil and strife
The hours drawing near
Life drifting so afar
All the time wondering
Who the hell we are
Is life really progress
When we have no time
Under so much stress
Travelling down
The highway so sublime
Ever careful to observe
To whom we must serve
‘Till suddenly at once
We have to swerve
Just to survive

It may be measured by an inch
Or measured by a mile
The amount we can put up with
Will not always make you smile
I hate my shortcoming such
They always make me feel sore
But what really irks me as much
Is when I hate someone else’s more

Kindness
In the afternoon
Speaks to my lonely soul
Breadcrumbs in the park
Scattered after dark
Hunger beyond control

Blindness
Floating on the wing
Falling from a high perch
Clutching in my claws
Incoherent of my flaws
Craving all I smirch

Goodness
Searching over me
Coming and going
Never lasting long
Like a bird’s song
Hidden in a tree

Wiseness
Gaining over time
Taking and giving
Spoken words of truth
Even the most uncouth
Hearing the bells chime


Soundness
Challenging my mind
Rising and falling
Testing it for faults
Bending somersaults
Becoming so defined

Greatness
When the time comes
Growing and shrinking
Like cloudy shadows
Coming through windows
Sounds of beating drums