virgosign Poetry (40)

oh the silence is so deafening
and the blackness is so pure.
and the space is an eternity
for the soul to wander on.
while the body pale and empty
left behind.....tomorrow's compost.

time is of no consequence
when you're already dead.
and fear can not be present
it's all gone that what you had.

you are now only a memory
of what was when you were here.
it's the good, the bad, the noble
and if you had really cared.
that's remembered of a lifetime
makes you wonder.....
makes me scared.

My spirit ! It's a free one
to wander on it's own.
And yet, when it is awandering,
how lonely and forlorn.

It loves all that is beautiful
In colour, shape or size.
However when I check it,
It simply runs and hide.

My spirit ! It's a free one
to do things by itself.
No friends or love or partnerships,
she's grown used by herself.

It loves all that is beautiful
And doesn't give a damn.
Cause of it' s free transition,
It needs not for a plan.

My spirit, Oh my spirit !
Why do you transgress so ?
When so much want is everywhere
You too - go, have a go.

Well, old Osama is a goner, even though he played a loner.
Barak helped him on his way, and thank God for yesterday. *

Hopefully al Qaeda is now headless, no direction, or a bit less.
nine eleven and some others are avenged, let's hope no-one is deranged!

It's the good old USA, told the 'terror', no hay pray.
Twentyseven virgins in the sky? Not for bin Laden, he's left dry.

For the sake of all mankind. Christian, Hindu, or Islam.
Make the journey on this Earth, pleasant, wholesome and convert,
for the real common dictat, is love your neighbour as thyself.

And may your God Bless you.

the pain is a dull ache now,
with the passage of time.
the void just gets bigger,
and darker and loud.
the tunnel seems longer,
with each passing day.
and earth needs a champion,
this mess's not child's play.

our babies are grownups
with pains of their own.
the future uncertain,
we made it that way.
rainforests dwindling
glaciers melting
and contaminated sand underneath
newborn babies feet.

smile politicians.
the greedy not the needy
is king.
no smiles with the sunshine
nor in the moonlight.
and don't shout in afghanistan
or anywhere for that matter.

do you plan to read his memoirs on the war?

six billion heartbeats every second
should make a difference.
humanity needs a future.
from you, and me.....and them.
the earth needs a champion.

is it you ?

i am me, i scream silently.
not a figment of your imagination.
moulding my spirit to your hard will,
i feel a rebel, and take my fill.
i am a person, with heart and soul,
you're not my keeper, though it's your goal.
i will release me from your bond of gold,
'cause life's the treasure, you need be told.
thank you for trying to put me on a throne,
i cannot take that, bound up and all alone.
i need my freedom, for that's my right.
let me soar high, enjoy my flight.
leave me, unbind me, thank you. it's all right.

it is time for influenza,
massive headaches. body pains.
tamiflu is the prescription,
bedrest, liquids, and no games.

'happy christmas' were the messages,
not for me i must confess.
boxing day and also yesterday,
no, not better. am a mess.

being single has its moments,
though in this case it's not one.
like a baby i feel helpless
i need comfort from someone.

goes to show, no man's an island,
everybody needs some rest.
for nobody is that perfect,
must keep looking, keep the quest.

It is heads I lose, and tails you win,
That is a bad situation.
For me, not you. That is very true,
I'm not used to this citation.

I think about this, how come this mess?
When I for one try to impress,
By being honest and so loyal.
Yet now it's me - in fancy dress!

People laugh about my simpleness,
Though I'm a colourful fellow.
Naiveness is not my real weakness,
But to trust completely is so!

Once bitten, twice shy, people do say.
If only I'd learn that today.
Maybe then I'd live in peaceful bliss
Without noise. Not even a hiss.

Therefore to learn and master the ride,
A priority, I shouldn't hide.
Then it's heads I win and tails you lose.
Nah ! Still a bad situation.

So compromise, it is worth the while
Doubles my joy, or halves my woe.
For life's the ride I should enjoy
Rather then the destination.

life is for living
and giving, and taking
and crying or weeping.
and smiling or laughing,
and loving or leaving,
and breathing,
and hurting, and pain.
and wishing for rainbows in dark wintry skies.

but never to crawling,
ideally no yawning.
or begging for friendship, or pie in the sky.

it is what you make it,
so try and be happy,
go grab all your dreams
and give out your goodness
and watch the returns
and graces befall you.

and thank God for all the ingredients of life.

you will find me.
right
across
yonder
mountain
over
north
dakota.

and take me
to you heart!

eyes closed,
and peaceful snoring,

brain is active
in a dream.

living surreal,
jumping, flying,
understanding animal talk.

incredible feats
with no defeats,
ofcourse there is no dying.

for if you fall
you're jolted up.
saved from the ordeal.

heart thumping,
brow sweating.
momentarily disoriented.

realisation !
thank God.
thank you God - it was a dream.

i've had my ups, and many downs and possibly some misfortunes.
i should have kissed but i had missed
to take the opportunities.

in retrospect, i did expect that life would come to me.
but over the years i learned to know that it's not so.
you'd need to go and grab it.

be young at heart, and always start a possible conversation.
for you never know, where it could lead
a well placed exclamation !

people need people, it's always been so. then keep you door open.
let your heart show and maybe you'll meet
the one that makes you whole !

well that's a lesson to be learned, from an old and wizened fella.
make the most of your days here on earth
and try to leave it better.

try and love your neighbour as yourself, if only all can do this.
no wars, no hurt, no hungry souls
just peace and love around us.

now that's said, don't forget, remember your dead in your prayers,
for they have passed, but are looking on.
preparing the way for us !

gypsyheart i read your poem,
a funny one it was, too.
maybe you should keep on posting,
more of such without ado.

funny poems, funny people,
all the types that make a world.
let us all well ...feel connected,
through CS, poetry's the word.

62 is round your corner,
if you'd care to let him in.
'cause your mirror is a liar,
it does not see your within !