lullaby
Category: Writing and Poetry

(the flow is off, and the rhyme... but its a start....)

Oh, sweetest of melodies-
tempt me to my nightly dreams...
wash my hidden heartache away
with the passing of this trying day

I wish to see a field of green
to feel cool grass beneath my feet;
where little children come to be
when wishing to be wild and free

Cool wind, blow my worry from me
free me from my misery
a calming verse, chaos sprung
from nature's gilded soothing tongue...

The earth mother's loving call
could be my final cure-it-all
Just the way I have searched to find
to help this wasted poet's mind...

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a little further thanks Si! :)
Category: Writing and Poetry

Torrents have run from
cold steel eyes
as they gaze upon the  destruction
of a life once so full
of hope...

These callused hands have labored hard
to no avail,
and tired feet have gone so far
to get to this dead end...
meaningless, it would seem,
and yet-
in the daily struggle I have become
so much stronger...

Perhaps these tired feet could
walk a little further still

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Consequences- Thanks Larry!
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dangling here...
at the end of this self-made rope
I hang, in limbo,
half-way up, and still
half-way down...
Scrambling wearily against
the ties that bind;
trying desperately to get free.
There is fear, though,
in this desperate heart,
of the consequences of these actions...
If I break loose will I be able
to make the climb
to the top?
Or...
will I fall again;
fail again?

Maybe I should continue hanging here...
just to be safe

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yet another untitled work in progress.......
Category: Writing and Poetry

Upon a beaten path I hike...
a slow and grueling uphill climb
made all the harder by the wear
on my shoes...

and yet I continue.....
onward and upward
I feel at times like I am moving backwards
in time, through space
to the folly of my own past

and still I continue...
through the labryinth of
my own humanity
through the mind-traps of my
consciousness...

so why is it that
I realize now...
I am here sitting...
bruised and broken
gazing in wonder at the
path I thought I had mastered?

I had not even realized I had fallen...

I think to myself how unfair life can be
and with a shrug and a resigned sigh
I set myself to begin the climb again

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Memoradum... WIP
Category: Writing and Poetry

I remember the days...
when hats were removed,
and solemn strangers stood by
paying respects as a funeral
passed-
no matter who the deceased,
no matter the stranger
it was only a matter of respect....

I remember the days...
when soldiers were of a value,
heroes to many, esteemed by all
the pride others held in their
actions second only to the pride
the took in their own....

I remember the days...
when helping a neighbor
was more important than helping
ones self.... when self-sacrifice
really was no sacrifice at all,
for the joy one received in the
giving

And I mourn... for my children,
and for yours
that those times
are no longer upon us

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no title.... just letting off some steam after a hard night
Category: Writing and Poetry

compelled
to move forward
tethered by fear

stuck...
in limbo
chaotic forces
unseen foes

drifting
alongside goals
and yet...
just out of reach

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Of dreams and faith WIP
Category: Writing and Poetry

Skewed visions ravage
A tormented mind...
Whirlpool emotions
strangle-
Choking the life from
scattered dreams

Frantic; rampaging
these expectations that lie
tattered; broken
amongst
the shards
of ambition...

Time-worn
remembrances
a fatal reminder
of a once-dear
vision

Impossibility remains
the only possibility
in a life unaccompanied
by faith

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My submission for EAP September challenge...... Ripples
Category: Writing and Poetry

Ripples...

I move.... stealthily... slowly...
ever vigilant,
throughout the sun-warmed
surface of this
life...

Remaining here...
in the comfort and serenity
of my haven
A voice strong and sure;
wise and strong
resonating inside...

and yet...
failing to deserve it.....

Such a small statement I make
with these meager little
ripples as I wander aimlessly
throughout the
hollow existence
I live...

I yearn to make waves,
tidal forces to overthrow
even the most stubborn
of forces...

Yet I do not, for fear of
drowning in a tide
of my own creation...

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Early morning Shower..... WIP
Category: Writing and Poetry

There is something...
In the way the water feels
as it pummels a body
and then glides... smoothly...
seductively...
down naked flesh
gathering the soapy lather...
aromatic and slick
and
sliding into the drain

Something...
in the feeling of
freshly-scrubbed skin
and the feel of the towel...
draping gently,
a single meager tuck
the only barrier between
skin and the brisk morning air...

Something...
that makes one feel
delightfully woman...
seductive and sweet

touchable...

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old write from may 07 Untitled
Category: Writing and Poetry

It's only natural...

A seedless mind remains so....
rooted in doubt-
stripped of life and buried in wintry absolution
Each grain of thought scattered...
a fixture of silence in a barren world...

No reprieve in sight from the wind-whipped
thoughts that cloud a once sunny vision
of life...
Blue sky's and light breezes....
a far cry from the gusts that blow
each thought into the furthest recesses
of the mind.

To be burned so by the very essence of life
is to be charred forever...
a mere piece of a whole-
a thought turned to ash
is a dream lost forever...

Spilled tears......
flow through a tormented mind
as despair is lost in a bubbling tide of
renewal...
there is no change without loss,
no love without hope,

no life........
without pain

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Still a WIP, but edited.... No title yet.... suggestions?
Category: Writing and Poetry

Scents of honey and fresh
bread bring a smile as
I witness
the ascent of dawn...
the most sublime of spectrums,
roseate and ultramarine,
following in her wake...
as the shining aureole of the sun
makes its way slowly across the
heavens;
I watch intently, as
Demeter's pride
unfolds from the depths
of Hades prisonous caverns
into shades of malachite and veridian
Am comforted...
by the simple beauty
of the wind blowing at my hair;
lifting each strand in
joyous dance-
much like the nymphs
of Ancient Greece used to dance-
those daughters of Atlas
who gleefully cavorted
at his giant feet

It is these times I am oblivious...
Oblivious to all but the muse I find
In the waking of the day

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Faded blue jeans- thanks David and Si!!!!!!
Category: Writing and Poetry

Such a shame...
worth is measured in clothing
and the wasting of money...
These pre-torn, color rinsed,
bleached articles that
line aisle upon aisle
are all the rage...
Varying colors, styles, and hues
We all fall prey
to the fashion tyrants
of society...

Give me the days
when faded blue jeans meant days
and years of wear...
when they held the sweat and
blood of hard-work
and were meticulously mended
and re-mended
until they were nothing
but scraps of cloth

When hard work was still valued
When men,
who worked from dusk to dawn,
still had time for manners...
who realized that the faded
blue jeans they wore today
were paid for with the hard work
of yesterday...

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Shivers
Category: Writing and Poetry

Temptations...
ever unlikely escape
from narcosis...
Unyielding,
this impatient ache that
clings desperately to the air...

Shivers in the night...

Madness...
quick-silver poison
coursing through an ever-weary mind
Time-warped thoughts
ebb and flow
as sensations shiver
along a rigid spine
Disoriented...
cross-wise words
shatter in a mind so confused

so eager to be numb...

Keep running
until the fall
play long enough...
you will lose

This final chapter is ending...
a decision to be made...


Written for my brother...... who I worry about incessantly

10:47 PM - 5 Comments - 8 Kudos - Add Comment

Of dreams and stardust
Category: Writing and Poetry

Twinkling stars float unabashedly
in the black satin sky above my head
as heavy lidded eyes drift shut
and the sounds of night
overcome my overworked mind

and I dream....
    
    I  lie there  upon my green bed
    with thoughts of wonder inside my head...
    reaching slowly to the sky
    to capture a piece of the infinity...
    and there it rests... so perfectly in my hand
    a radiant light to illuminate my
    darkest night....
   
and I wake...

The softest of muted light growing
around me in an ethereal glow
As I stretch to greet the morning sun
I see it there... no figment of my imagination
a piece of stardust in my hand

perfection...

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untitled..... Work in progress... very rough
Category: Writing and Poetry

Insomniac brain working overboard
in the tiniest of hours of morning

I cannot sit still...

I scrub this cabinet over and again
though it never looks
quite clean enough
The floors vacuumed ten times
and still yet not clean

Perhaps I am seeing pieces of my
life here... in this house
unkempt bits of my soul floating
about- uneasy reminders
of my daily fight with myself

The laundry still needs done...
most are washed, but
why is everything so stained?
flashes of odd color catch
my tired eyes...
and so I scrub....

Scrubbing tiredly...
hoping to ease my mind
scrubbing vainly to erase
the doubt that still lies there...
scrubbing endlessly-
there has to be another way    

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