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Time! the wrist watch,
Alarm clock, Wall clock,
Big Ben's of time,
sun dials of old,
Those novel increments of life,
measuring the breath of life.
Today, I tick tocked away,
A second, a minute, an hour
A day, a week, a month, a year,
a measured time,
from here to there!
Never enough time,
too much time
on my hands,
upon the dial
of my mind,
I had the time of my life,
Posted: 5/8/2007 7:11:15 AM
|My neighbor came by yesterday. |
After he listed everything he was dying from, he told me with scared eyes, "I'm too old to do anything about it now. I don't have time"
Names have been changed to protect the.... well to protect me I guess.
Stan Ryan’s dyin’
Ain’t it the truth
His days have been numbered
Long since his youth
Liver’s been pickled
Lungs filled with smoke
Carousin’ and fightin’
Treat life like some joke
Kids all despise him
Wives are long gone
Stan Ryan’s dyin’
And he knows he’s done wrong.
Posted: 5/8/2007 7:18:52 AM
|Hiya Ravin^^^for dropping in and sharing. Much appreciated. I thought that was a lovely piece of writing, and ain't it soooo true! You have such a way with words!....thanks again. Hope you come back soon.|
Posted: 5/8/2007 4:13:18 PM
|What is it?|
Where my mind goes blank,
No words, no thoughts,
Time to rest, reflect,
recharge the spirit.
Posted: 5/8/2007 5:48:22 PM
|sticking with your title mandrake|
My feelings are a jumble
my heart it feels so humbled
i thought that you had lied
and somewhere in side I died
but today i found out different
Im not the only one sufferin
you thought that I'd lied too
now what are we to do?
nothing to this, just a poem
Posted: 5/8/2007 6:21:11 PM
|Thanks whyspr...As always a nice write. I am drawing blanks tonight...nothing is coming out. Thanks for taking a moment for this thread, it is appreciated.|
Posted: 5/9/2007 3:26:27 PM
the vine yet green,
of forbidden fruit,
it's alluring nectar,
pure yet sweet,
in it's cocoon,
of it's secrecy,
soon to realize,
it's moment in the sun.
Posted: 5/10/2007 3:59:53 PM
his native nick,
quite a trick.
Led his people
Not sure where,
Gave his country
quite a scare.
Posted: 5/12/2007 7:38:58 AM
Ridin the rail,
Guitar in hand,
Across the land.
Finding a town,
Not long to stay.
Playin some tunes,
At an overnight bar,
Next morning back,
Hoppin a car.
Ridin the rail,
across the land,
Guitar in hand.
Posted: 5/12/2007 9:03:15 AM
Oh great lust,
Holy Grail of night,
Speak to me,
Caress my might!
Visit my darkness,
Torture my light,
with thy tongue.
Bring the swell,
Take me deep,
Until the ooze,
Begins to seep,
Stroke it hard,
Take my spill,
Oh lust of night.
Posted: 5/13/2007 8:38:34 AM
|I wear my heart outside my skin|
though only my mother can see this.
When I’m in need, she touches this heart
with feathers perfumed with lilac.
When I’m unsure, I breathe her scent
and my breast fills with certainty.
I treasure my fourtune of being
held, in her arms for eternity.
mandrake - I've read some lovely peices on your thread about family. I've been trying to put these feelings to words since my mother died ten years ago . She left this world but never left me....
|WHAT IS IT?|
Posted: 5/13/2007 8:49:57 AM
|WHAT IS IT ?|
That which seems beyond rhyme or reason,
Lost in soul and afoul of mental treason,
Abandoned spirit deprived and forlorn,
A place where myth and legend are born.
Idols and gods, and demons of doom,
Creatures of a dark souless womb,
Dreams from a dreamscape and legends of lore,
Dwelling in shadows forever more.
|WHAT IS IT?|
Posted: 5/13/2007 8:56:02 AM
|Greengrassofhome....thank you for contribution to this thread, it is appreciated. Please feel free anytime.|
Posted: 5/13/2007 10:52:08 AM
|familiar sounds all around me|
sounds i thought to hear no more
and when i open my eyes i see
familiar sights held in store
memories from yesterday surround
to wrap me in their misty arms
childhood feelings trying hard to stretch around
my adult heart and adult charms
my body betrayed tha spirit within
and called me home before i was ready
a gypsy's life a'roaming i have been
but weakened now on legs unsteady
my spirit recognizes tha love and concern
that supports my flesh yet lifts me up
to God above lest i burn
and offers me a drink from tha bittersweet cup
and tho' i am once more home again
my heart wanders where it will
i recognize tha sounds of where i've been
and pause, remembering tha thrill.
hiya mandrale darlin.....big smooches to ya!
Posted: 5/13/2007 11:44:43 AM
|Hey Ladydi...so good to see you....thanks for your contribution to this thread. Lovely piece of writing sweety.|
Posted: 5/14/2007 9:28:12 AM
Hark! Hear the seminar of the prophets of resurrection,
Too long the wait for news of the new direction,
To see them gather, like flies of the market they stare,
Puppets on a string, milling about in the village square.
Posted: 5/14/2007 9:54:43 AM
|The village square is where we all shall meet|
to gather so joyously where dear friends we will greet
speaking of times of long ago
of what is to come that we need now know
all so dressed in cloth devine
smiles adorn faces within bright sunshine
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:13:39 AM
|The gathering horde, the huddled masses,|
twitching like lice on a vermin,
Impatiently craving their prophetic fix,
Cast their eyes upon the stage.
The prophet rose with charismatic deliverance,
Singing and playing the pied piper tune,
His sermon drenched with melting gold,
Entranced the horde of noble followers.
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:27:39 AM
|As this sermon progressed |
evident was a message intended for all to hear
follow in my footsteps
all of you whom have gathered near
Some were blinded
by gold dripping upon ground
others more wiser
heard within words a heavy sound
One that filled a mind
with a great need to step away
for this prophet
their moral thoughts did not sway
He would lead them
to loss and despair
his poisonous words
floated to all through tainted air
Soon this crowd began to thin
many saw that following would cause gloom
this prophet was deemed
one that to them spread only impending doom
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:35:01 AM
|Gathered at the village square,|
"finding life in losing it"....
of natural faculities,
yet by his grace,
in his strength,
made perfect in their weakness,
they stand still,
fully clothed to do his good...
The father says,
'wait on me"
So they rejoice continuously
as they wait patiently
for the only one,
to reveal his deepest secrets......
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:39:08 AM
|One steps forward, two step back,|
Eye of the snake charmer,
Taming the pack,
of flies too wise.
You captured the essence,
Your mind has expanded,
Ahhh sweet soul of surrender,
You surely have landed.
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:41:20 AM
|So my friend|
would you say
that I have made progress
this very day??
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:46:13 AM
A silly soul this girl can be
for I dive right in to defend for that is me
I will make my point for I cannot always hold my tongue
I suppouse as of yet I have not stepped past that rung
those that are floundering to find their way
are ones that I will stand beside as they sway
help them to get their bearings deep
then away with a silent smile I will creep
knowing that I made my point clear
showing that I no longer in life hold fear..............
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:50:24 AM
|And thus spake...Zarathustra!|
You learn well grasshopper! It is written in parables ....there is no set definition, rather creates provocation of thought.
Thanks to you both for your contributions...Welcome Casheyes....good to see you sweety. Thanks for a wonderful write as always.
Posted: 5/14/2007 10:55:47 AM
|Grasshopper has still much to learn|
for when you speak of Zarathustra
this does make my searching mind burn!
more lessons I believe are needed wise one
it may be that you and I need
to speak of parables under a glorious sun.......
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