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both sides
I look at life from both sides now ...
And still I'm eluded by you somehow....
I picture your smile and the laughs we shared.....
The devotion i Gave when you never cared...
I look at life from both sides now....
The times that i held you and still somehow...
I struggle with doubt if our bond was real ....
The lust and passion and How i would feel...
I look a life from both sides now...
I believed that you loved me and still somehow....
This hole in my heart is hard to repair ....
Most days i feel empty cause you not there....
And still I'm eluded by you somehow....
I picture your smile and the laughs we shared.....
The devotion i Gave when you never cared...
I look at life from both sides now....
The times that i held you and still somehow...
I struggle with doubt if our bond was real ....
The lust and passion and How i would feel...
I look a life from both sides now...
I believed that you loved me and still somehow....
This hole in my heart is hard to repair ....
Most days i feel empty cause you not there....
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
i wrote this poem after watching the movie...LIFE AS A HOUSE... It tugs at the heart:)
Music Abounds (sonnet)
Listen now carefully, what do you hear?
sounds abound as you tune in to listen
universe of noise fills the stratosphere
birds singing, rustling leaves in transition
Blades of grass crackle sounding like gun fire
the trickle of the brook harmonious
I settle down by the roaring campfire
drinking in the sounds most melodious
As magically they blend together
creating music so soulful to hear
playing perfectly keeping in meter
in the background reed pipes clamour come here
Music around us abounds all the time
listen to it play enjoy the downtime
sounds abound as you tune in to listen
universe of noise fills the stratosphere
birds singing, rustling leaves in transition
Blades of grass crackle sounding like gun fire
the trickle of the brook harmonious
I settle down by the roaring campfire
drinking in the sounds most melodious
As magically they blend together
creating music so soulful to hear
playing perfectly keeping in meter
in the background reed pipes clamour come here
Music around us abounds all the time
listen to it play enjoy the downtime
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Posted: Aug 2013
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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
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Hello thank you for reading my poem.Bird Songs (sonnet)
Listen when you awake at crack of dawn
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing
How dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness
So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet mellifluous songs prolongs
Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing
How dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness
So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet mellifluous songs prolongs
Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Trust
do you ever hear your name being called
turn to find the source is no where at all
just another case of the unexplained
just another makings of some cantrip
do you ever find you're shaking inside
your hands seem to work without rhyme or guide
a bundle of nerves with no where to go
good or bad destination is not known
do you ever feel that one is close by
yet you don't know them and you wonder why
to know the end before the book is read
yet you keep reading turning page by page
have you ever rode the tides of the wind
not caring where it blows trusting the end
turn to find the source is no where at all
just another case of the unexplained
just another makings of some cantrip
do you ever find you're shaking inside
your hands seem to work without rhyme or guide
a bundle of nerves with no where to go
good or bad destination is not known
do you ever feel that one is close by
yet you don't know them and you wonder why
to know the end before the book is read
yet you keep reading turning page by page
have you ever rode the tides of the wind
not caring where it blows trusting the end
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Posted: Jul 2013
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A Sonnet to a young wife laid to rest.
Sadden breath awash with mournful sigh,
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,
Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,
Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
More than fifty years ago, whilst visiting the Louvre in Paris, I was emotional attracted to a painting of a young man laying his young wife in her grave, the very fact that the painting was in the Louvre merited the title of masterpiece, all the facets of emotion came pouring out of the canvas which has stayed with me ever since. So I share the emotion with you, albeit the words may be inadequate.Sprechgesang
sometimes in my darkest thoughts Shakespeare plays
would a rose by any other name change
or would it remain in its state the same
I could dispel ignorance who to blame
I searched but could not find no difference
the cover it is the same inside out
Is it because I cannot see I'm blind
Or is it still the makings of its kind
You can cast upon any name you wish
Attach it upon like an albatross
But in the end it will remain the same
Who can our misconceptions really blame
When only in our eyes do we see change
The molecules already are arranged
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would a rose by any other name change
or would it remain in its state the same
I could dispel ignorance who to blame
I searched but could not find no difference
the cover it is the same inside out
Is it because I cannot see I'm blind
Or is it still the makings of its kind
You can cast upon any name you wish
Attach it upon like an albatross
But in the end it will remain the same
Who can our misconceptions really blame
When only in our eyes do we see change
The molecules already are arranged
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Posted: Jul 2013
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I chose this title for it seemed to fit the theme!A Sonnet to a battered wife.
Spied I, half concealed in a secluded cell,
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,
Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,
Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Oh! how much is not our business when it really ought to be, lip service a cunning tool that we apply.
Freedom
Lay very still behind your covered ridge
For the night is live with anxious moments
March the Redcoats out from the high ground ledge
And be careful now to hide your comments
Such enduring freedom not forgotten
Lay all your muskets loaded in the breech
With the hope you have some dry guncottton
Taking aim inside your shot that will reach
For what is brother against another
A war be fought in making a nation
Really stands apart one from the other
But through empirical observation
For history marks upon the ages
Our freedom will never live in cages
For the night is live with anxious moments
March the Redcoats out from the high ground ledge
And be careful now to hide your comments
Such enduring freedom not forgotten
Lay all your muskets loaded in the breech
With the hope you have some dry guncottton
Taking aim inside your shot that will reach
For what is brother against another
A war be fought in making a nation
Really stands apart one from the other
But through empirical observation
For history marks upon the ages
Our freedom will never live in cages
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Reflecting back on my country's originsWhat is Love, A sonnet!!!!!!
High velvet spheres trackless interstellar air,
where stars pulsate amid their unique bower,
universe caressing, opalescent hues refined so rare,
much unknown to frowns or rancour sour,
wheels soft scented wares, ridicule lighting's glare
to assuage, Man's trouble world of sin repeating,
those feather touched hours embracing angelic care
deride the shame, profane tearless eyes a weeping,
Love, I speak of thee and of that you gave,
entwined love's silken sash, thy bossom wearing,
whence sang you, Love's anthem, to smiling save
impulsive glory, those full flowered days of Spring,
Thus, held you a candle to the stars,
shinning more beautiful than they are.
where stars pulsate amid their unique bower,
universe caressing, opalescent hues refined so rare,
much unknown to frowns or rancour sour,
wheels soft scented wares, ridicule lighting's glare
to assuage, Man's trouble world of sin repeating,
those feather touched hours embracing angelic care
deride the shame, profane tearless eyes a weeping,
Love, I speak of thee and of that you gave,
entwined love's silken sash, thy bossom wearing,
whence sang you, Love's anthem, to smiling save
impulsive glory, those full flowered days of Spring,
Thus, held you a candle to the stars,
shinning more beautiful than they are.
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Posted: Jul 2013
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