How can i behold your face again
when my eyes are ladden with tears?
How shall i hear the rushing wind of your voice
when my ears are deafened
by the silence within?
How shall i ever fondle your face again,
when my arms are withered by solitude?
At dawn i can not find you.
At noon i listen in vain for your laughter.
In the night season, my forlorn heart sighs
as it would its last.
The moon`s probing eye finds a way to my heart.
It is your reflection
that stretches in the dust.
Where once i had summer
i now have winter.
Your love which i once have felt
i now can feel no more.
You re so far away.
...so far away.
...so far away.
You looked down at me, blue eyes intent on freezing, looked past my tears, and
said you loved me.
There was no expression on your face, no warmth in your kiss, you told me you
cared, and wanted only me.
I placed my hands on your back, kissed that mouth and told you how beautiful I
thought you were. Then you smiled that first smile you told me I was absolutely
When the sweat was dry, and the air was still, you wrapped your legs in mine, and
stroked my hair. You shared all the moments of your past, the plans of the future,
and the child like excitement of your dreams overwhelmed me into tears.
I fell in love with you. I fell hard. I fell for a man who felt nothing for me. I fell into
the arms of something that I dreamt was there, but faded, like the scent of your
skin. I never knew how blind I was. I never thought it would hurt to let you go. I
never thought I would have to. I never thought you would ever hurt me, instead
you crushed me.
You told me you loved me, and you cared. You told me I was worth everything, but
you left me. You just left me. No note. No call. No email. Nothing. You just
disappeared leaving me to feel like everything everyone had ever said about you;
everything you said you were, was true.
I danced with you. I let you in to my heart. You saw my soul. You knew everything.
You were everything to me. How could you do this to me? Why did you have to lie
and tell me it was only me? Why did you tell me I was it for you? Why did you tell me
you loved me, and cared so damn much? Why didn’t you stop to think about me
just once before eating that cake you so had to have.
You looked down at me, eyes still frozen, and begged me to have that baby. There
was a beautiful smile on your face, and you said you loved me.
You watched me move, and I heard you sigh. I thought it meant everything. You
said I was everything. You said you loved me. I thought you loved me
Knees under your chin,
Sitting on you bed,
This long night,
your mind in a spin
Sitting on your bed,
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
That are untrue
These acts you do
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
This numbing pain
Has come back to haunt me again
Killing all creativity
Bruises and pain
Walked in to the door again
Hate and spite
Try all he might
His promises to me
Now so hollow
This is not what I imagined to be
My heart so wanted to follow
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
But not what I feel
I am stronger now,
I know how
He can bruise my heart
Not my spirit
I can go
Where he cannot follow
This is where I start
This new start
You are free
In youth we shared a breath of time
I cherish yet today.
The plans we made for life ahead
Would soon be underway.
The dreams we shared, those lofty dreams,
Were all within our reach;
As we both planned to sail away
To learn what time could teach.
Then time took on a quickened pace,
It hastened more and more.
Our hopes and dreams became the wings
To lift our hearts and soar.
When they took flight they carried us
Away from all we knew,
And in a fleeting breath of time
I sailed away from you.
I drifted aimless out to sea,
Alone and cast aside,
While everything I’d ever known
Was swallowed by the tide.
I rode the waves, withstood the storms
And cursed the loathsome cost.
I thought I’d wander evermore
Without the love I lost.
Then time allowed another chance
That cold and stormy night,
When I returned to captured scenes
Of whence we first took flight.
To see us there, embraced by time,
In moments fond and dear,
Rekindled embers of the bond
That haunted me each year.
We cannot know the yet to be,
The yesterdays slipped by;
But we can grow in love and hope
And by our faith we’ll fly.
So take my hand and join me now,
Let’s learn what God has willed;
For in this fleeting breath of time
Our dreams can be fulfilled.
VIVA LA ELVIS
In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain.
One heart beating for the two, their spirits intertwined;
To restore faith and hope and joy to dear ones left behind.
Elvis grew from babe to boy his heart set on a goal,
From boy to man to legend; The King of Rock n’ Roll.
He lived in humble dwellings, his Pa his Ma and he;
Playing his guitar, singing songs, pure golden melodies.
Country, Gospel, Blues and Jazz the rhythms of the soul,
And Rock n’ Roll, the very core of hearts both young and old.
While rising up to stardom, his pelvis did he swing;
Some church folk banged the gavel to crucify ‘The King’.
Their efforts came to nothing, as fans from near and far,
Surged on with huge momentum, to win that holy war.
So once again he stood there, gyrating at his will,
Until the day he heard a call that made those hips stand still.
Called to serve his country, the nation’s rising star,
And while along that journey, he sadly lost his Ma.
On the first of May, a bride’s bouquet, a blush of summer wine,
Elvis wed Priscilla; his beautiful fraulein.
Soaring in her lover’s arms on the wings of destiny,
Nine months later they were blessed with gorgeous Lisa Marie.
The happiness they shared together wrapped in melody;
Like a poet’s dream, a symphony, a lover’s rhapsody.
Then fate stepped in and dealt a blow that tore the dream apart,
And in its wake it left a trail of tears and broken hearts.
‘The King’, on stage and silver screen, he took the world by storm,
A real hunk of burning love in a GI uniform.
He rocked the house to loud applause, he played the matador,
And danced with pretty Hula girls in the Hawaiian sunset glow.
August 16, ’77 was the day ‘The King’ had died,
But forever lives the Legend, born on 8/1/35.
His mamma smiled and gently beckoned to her second born,
While holding close the one she’d lost that fateful winter’s morn.
The joy he brings to us down here can never be replaced,
Though many keep on trying in vain to fill the empty space.
His spirit fills all Graceland, to watch o’er kith and kin,
In the Heavenly sounds of Dixieland … I hear God joining in.
Copyright ©2009 Elaine Randolph
This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead
lover’s silken skin…
I know now you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow
me into our karmic destiny…
On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree,
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…
I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…
This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.
Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.
Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.
You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.
What is a Veteran?
A veteran is a man ,or woman that has been to war
and fought for our Country and our freedom.
A Veteran is sometimes an unsung hero. One that
we never hear about and sometimes He, or she
is just forgotten.
Today I want to say to our Veterans - you are our
heroes. you put your life on the line for us. The ones
that lost their lives are now in God's hands, but you
are still here. You might have lost an arm, or a leg,
maybe both legs - you did it in the line of duty.
Maybe you still have both arms and both legs, that
don't mean that you didn't lose anything in the war.
You could have lost your best friend, or many friends.
Now you only have memories.
Today my Veteran I want you to know - that if it
wasn't for you, we would not be able to enjoy the
freedom that we enjoy today. It is not free - you
have paid a high price for it. Thank for being the
special hero you are. This is what I think a
Written o 02/15/2011 by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
You reinvented me
giving me a rebel's energy,
providing license for my love to sing
the touch of your soul meaning everything,
From us wild words arose
speaking of history and stars we chose,
expecting too much of Destiny
venturing on through wilderness and purity,
Inspiration innocent in it's infliction
made us bleed for need of salted affection,
exhibitionists with effrontery for the eyes of etiquette
expressionism unfolding humanism from stellar grit,
When wisdom had no mercy
she was a woman feminine in fury,
wanting to be stronger than truth
when I said I love you she demanded no proof,
All she wanted was a pretty poem
poetry that brings happiness home,
so we made substance of swagger
feeding life gold mined from passion's matter -
I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...
While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving
You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...
Goodbye My Love...
God of most spoken literature and default,
frozen and site as peace was the crown,
Light of revealing smiles,
I as a man look to heaven above,
Like a sonnet of defrost ice,
that prove there something is stiill above my kinging thoughts,
and lost material.
Last of the saints and many eyes held high,
founder of revolve plate stand still do to lack of gravity,
my thought grow in patient of rules,
like the souls of the warrior priest,
stunt and honor,
only to the heavens to trinty meet this deed.
what more can man i ask but plenty lost hands of trees.
bless it and translation the belly of the beast from east,
with such sand to mount a 1, ooo diease fill find beads,
god where is this hand?
bless it again to know the words of the garden
and the creature that once live,
i hope that history never fold in meaning as we see fit!
counterpart, business and chancher what wars could be for saw through man eyes,
I question the fold of the deck of cards,
please reap to the barrier of lost soul.
Dividend in passage ultimately salavation,
start which the eyes of our lords lost and barring fruit,
hearts of all hearts look to know what a saint is but for me...,
my self would dine last to see chance of man will and god,
bless me again for the words i speak once again,
Moving the crown to frowns of the holy spirt,
dampated from the fire of the well, left with mystery of?
or you could call it a sinner misfortune,
rich with style,
appeal in darkness and swim to profanation,
sparkle as wine should,
noise loose to up due a crowd lookes to ruinies,
the color of sky and sweep the wind to ashes and the sky is left roaten,
where is the
hand of god
fruit left by limits,
the staff of wrath shacking to point to the direction of lost tactics,
fitting as the back of quick sand what obsession,
could hear this angel sing,
This the legacy of a thosand saint march, with white horse and the immortal weapon
where is this last son that the bible speak of, genesis 2: 13,
the river of gihon seek sin
good grace, food and shelter,
salt of lost throne,
keys that hold no barrier where is a lost soul to at sea,
what men of all men would endurance such hurt,
in the eye of the kindom it not women that knows there place but better yet the soul
of a man,
bless the hearts of all men....
he writes an ode
and sees her kissing a man - -
For Skat’s Ode contest
Called to me… before
…Ever had a chance
…Left its mark on me.
Claiming my soul as its own
Snuffing that glorious spark
That never grew.
Leaving nothing left
For this world
But a hollow vessel
That this world
Has filled with sorrow.
Here is my journey of Life,
That all began
With that first cry.
My eyes shone in admiration,
When my mother's loving,
'I-will-care-for-you' eyes I saw.
Her tender touch
That caress my super soft skin,
Giving me hope
That earth might just be like
That paradise I'm coming from...
Now here I stand,
At the junction
Of Life and death,
Failure and success,
Sorrow and joy;
The right leads to success
And the left leads to life,
The back is darkened
And the eagles are flying
Right above the chick.
Where am I to go?
As all paths
Are garden of thorns.
Where is that hand,
With the magic wand,
That gave me hope
Of heaven on earth?
If she could just whisper to my ears and say,
This is the way to go...
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
I look past the stars and moon and space,
past the dark of the night.
Just to look and see your face,
in a ray of light.
A ray of light that gives me hope,
when I am feeling low.
Or just to speed up the day,
because it's going slow.
I want the day to be over,
so that I can dream of you.
Think about the times we had,
before god came and took you.
My dreams are filled with happy thoughts,
of before you went away.
It's like your still on Earth today,
just in a better place.
I miss you when I see the light,
that brightens up my room.
Then I remember you are gone,
that you left with the moon.
I wish that I could see your face,
just one more time.
Why didn't god take you away,
when the time was right?
He took you right after,
we got in that stupid fight.
I told you to go away,
until another night.
Well now there is no other night,
for you are gone for good.
I will always regret that light
that took you from the world.
Left when the light,
shines into my room.
Back in the night,
when you left.
I used to love the night,
when the darkness filled my room.
Now I always want the light,
So I can't remember what I did to you.
I blame myself for your death,
though you're already gone.
I didn't really hurt you,
but it feels that way now.
I hope you're better off,
in a place far from me.
Just please, oh please,
don't forget me.
I will always love you,
even if you're gone.
I'll never forget you,
until my time is done.
-This is a poem I made for my friend, Shaun. I miss you-
Still... still I but aspire to serve your sight,
The measures of dark, streaming mystery,
With eyes deep as night and alive with light,
Your Beauty's as any through history,
An unspent spirit proved by your posture,
Your certain figure made sure, made slender,
Vision of you is like rough emery,
Straining, straining to capture your stature,
As ev'ry artist would hope to render
Such Beauty kept committed to memory.
You're owed no less than a sprawling estate,
To be adorned with pearls, diamonds, and gold,
Yet, as always, I'm impoverished of late,
Affording such precious little, all told;
I just might point out places where wood rots,
And I may, perhaps, soak you in spilled milk,
Since with my savings, best I can do's fall,
As there'd be no most luxurious spots,
I'd offer no furs, no cashmere, no silk,
Not much for the woman who has it all.
'Pon my soul you remain as coarse etches,
A brilliant scar, a shadowy tainting,
The endless subject of endless sketches,
A future masterpiece in oil painting,
The fearsomely delicate carved sculpture;
Of you I make my own melodic code,
As I do this, I do so in your name,
For you are a truly rare-formed rupture,
Bleeding slow, my own melancholic ode,
Writ share 'mongst these words of undying fame.
Or is he heartless?
Mysteries of Human Hairs
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Your beauty and elegance has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
It is also a hard truth of the world and
Of our human life and air that,
Even some saints too have fallen prey,
Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors.
Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms,
In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines,
To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs.
Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and
Even most powerful men of this earth,
Have lost the edge of their swards,
Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing,
Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms.
What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure,
Making many men and even women,
Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs.
Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010
Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012
I love you, and my love to you everybody have known well
I don’t know how I would bear your eternal farewell
Your perfume in my noise I still can smell
And no body I could about my anguish to tell
I could only cry and your name to yell
Your love in my heart forever will dwell
I promised you not to cry, but a warm, silent tear I felt on my cheek
I don’t ask anything, but your coming back to me now I seek
You’re very far going
To get you back it’s not possible doing
But not to quit your love I’ve taken an oath
Since separation we can’t bear both
In my life I still need you but you vanished
Living without you tortures, and me punished
I don’t know how another time to love
But the only thing I know is that you’re in the sky above
A very deep fire tortures inside, a stove
That burnt the meaning of life in me and I become a lost dove
Stumbling in the clouds with two broken wings
Between life and death my soul swings
I used to see your face every morning
And now I’m dying everyday in your mourning
From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
In peace may you rest Arusha
How often has my heart been propelled
And taken to silent places of present and past ?
How often has it been patient, light but troubled,
Alive not lively to withstand the crimes of the cast ?
How often has the sun been behind clouds briddled
But faithful forever to birds and flowers to grow fast ?
O Dear, you will constantly live in my world and be loved ;
You will always be the first to come to my mind and the last.
I am your soldier when people keep raiding to subdue you.
I am your knight when soldiers forget to remember you.
I am your prince when knights are gone and serve no more.
No time, now, have we to waste when clocks are set.
No tears, now, have we to shed, Dear, what, my goodness, for ?
We shared the past, we share the present, what shall we wait for ?
Oh! Beloved, I’m dying to hear your voice for so long
You’re so far now and my tears could really make sounds as song
I’d say that I become obsessed to you since the first time,
I saw you and I couldn’t dare to resist your smile,
Beholding your beautiful eyes motions makes me want to fly
I know that you attempt to forget about my love but,
Please don’t forbid me to keep thy
I dared to make you jealous, and I know that you fry
And even you spend your nights in cry,
I’d never come back to you even if you touched the sky
Your love made life smiles to me and so feel alive
Now, it all seems bitter with hope to be blind or to die
My pride, vanity banned me to show you what I feel inside
But I still satisfied, you’re far but I can feel you beside
No one but you can switch off the fire within
Torturing me every single sigh and in,
My heart I couldn’t from my sentiments to flee
My desire to obtain you, can’t you see??!!
But that what’s enthralling about you and give you bright,
As a precious, expensive diamond light
Doesn’t sounds clearly to an ordinary at the first sight,
Oh! Beloved I’m so delight!!
Since I know that one day you won’t be able to keep it in your heart
Sorry! But I didn’t mean to be so smart, but it’s the bitter fact.
That’s not indeed abstract.
The cool wind blowing lightly on her
Curtain carressing her softly
As she lies on her cozy bed
Thinking and dreaming away
Slowly till she lazily closes her eyes
Not long does she visualize beautiful images...
Oh, she's on a vast grassland
With her pretty boy besides her
While she's in his sweet embrace
Both of them looking up at the sky
Breathing in the fresh air
Feeling the cool breeze
Listening to the chirping of birds
The running of water in the nearby stream
And the rustling of trees
She tells him
"Someday, I'm going to give you a baby girl!"
He just looks at her with a smile
And she smiles in return with a wide grin
She's never been so happy in her life
Soon after, she falls asleep
Letting out little snores softly
He too does the same
Aww...such a bliss...
Dark clouds fill the sky
They're awoken by a loud sound
Thunders clap and lightning strike
Strong wind is howling eerily
Everywhere is so dark and scary
There's no one in sight
Large raindrops beat hard on them
Everything is blowing away
She has an uneasy feeling
Sensing the danger
She grabs him tightly
For fear of losing him
But he slips away from her arms
Try as she may to grab hold of his hands
To no avail, he's been taken away by the wind
All she can see is his sadness
She shouts and screams for him
But he's no longer in sight
Tears still streaming down her face
Trying to hold on to a tree
Afraid that he can't find her
When she's not there
For what seems like hours
Everything is finally back to normal
Calm and peaceful once again
She can see the daylight
Birds come flocking around
Stream continue its usual path
But he's no longer there with her
Not anymore, try hard as she believes
Still feels his presence lingering beside her
Shuddering from the cold
Still she refuses to move away
From the same patch of grassland
Where sweet memories lie
Hoping and yearning for a miracle
That he'll be back one day
And stays by her side
Never to leave ever again
Days and nights pass
Tears run dry from her now swollen eyes
Alone and scared as she may
Realization dawns upon her
To her dismay...
Her dream has been shattered
She opens her eyes back to reality
Thinking for a moment
Amaze by her vivid imagination
Tears attempting to well up
Touched by the sad story
There's only one thing
That's going through her mind right then
"I want no shattered dream..."
And if their should ever be
A LOVE end everlasting
Then, I wish with all my
Heart, to spend
My life with you'
If their should ever be
An end ever lasting end
Then there is one question?
Where doe's my love
Began with you?
You are not a Diamond
You are my Triangle shaped
The " ' " is not necessary, so you make the inferance..be the " Back Seat Poet".
An Ode to Nelly Bligh
The leaves are falling all around,
They softly float to the ground.
This is a real strange affair,
Now that fall and winter are in the air.
Gone are the flowers seen in the spring,
They were tied to the stem like an apron string.
The cold fall weather caused the flowers to fade,
Unknown to the flowers they were unwittingly betrayed.
The forest floor is filled with colorful leaves,
They have fallen from the winter dead trees.
Also dead and barren is the moon shinning bright,
It is emitting a beautiful harvest light.
The moonlit scene begins to take on the falling snow,
The beauty of the evening really begins to grow.
A lamp is burning in the cabin nearby,
The shadow on the window is that of Nelly Bligh.
Snow is falling on the cabin, from above,
Nelly Bligh has just lost her most precious love.
A huge collision happen at sea today,
The murky waters of the Atlantic have taken her man away.
The Titanic has claimed Nelly Bligh’s fate,
She knows that she has lost her beloved mate.
She walks out to the edge of the cliff by the sea,
Nelly Bligh dove in, there she will forever be.
©2008 Lynn B.
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare.
Trod they further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
The fingered band, beacon it began,
A time had come her life to regain.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Struck her like a bolt to her love away,
Will he take me home today?
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act ,in all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…
I do not know?
I should have listened.
Alas, I was lost in the crowd.
You may not have said that you loved me,
there was never a reason for it to be said aloud.
I should have known better.
I kept pushing you away.
Your patience was tested,
till we each went,
on our own separate way.
Now the years have vanished.
I am grey and older.
I may not miss you all that much,
yet each day seems colder.
Time has not eased anything.
Yet I have no reasons for regret.
Days come and go as always,
but somehow I am unable to forget.
So forgive me if you can.
Not an easy task given my past.
Though I may be unable to absolve myself,
the void I feel is permanent,
my loss shall forever last.
When lost in the Aegean Sea, I heard a song afar from my sails;
Blinded by the fogs, I sail to the direction of that voice.
Guided by the sweet voice and arouse by the melody, I followed the path of which I knew not,
And found myself drifting ashore a foreign land.
Haul by the passing mist; I saw a hill that rose above the lands,
My ship was in the middle of the two great hills that looked down and over the shores.
I looked above and saw no clouds, just the blue skies; I could still hear her voice
The wind blew ever so gently as I move my rudder,
That song can still be heard, yet I know not where she is?
I looked to find that voice that eludes me, that called me;
But, yet, I found nothing, saw no one.
She sang a sadden song, of lost love, but lost love I knew not?
I am a stranger, afar my abode, a stranger lost in the midst of seas.
Hold and steadfast, for my heart feels allured by the maiden song,
Yes...though my heart be sadden by her song, her voice drifts my soul across the Styx.
God makes all things beautiful; all things have purpose, and is her song,
Whether it be joy or sorrows, her song, is the song of a broken heart.
That took hold my empty vessel, and filled it with joy,
Though I never thought song of sorrow can be taken for a joy.
I sailed far and afar from the shores, and saw the hills moved further away.
I could still hear her song, I looked back and saw her, a fair maiden.
God's grace that showed me, a spirit of a woman, that took my heart and broke it.
Her skin as white as snow, her deep blue eyes that stared into my soul,
her hair long and gold as that of a golden fleece.
She a ghost of the past, singing to guide her lover back into her bosoms
And her lips afar from mine. At last! it was not for me.
A strong wind that force my eyes shut and bent my knees.
As I stood up and saw no more, I heard not her song, aye, neither her voice.
She was gone with the wind.
The song of the fair maiden still resonates in mine heart as I sail a distant shores.
Even if death approaches me and take'th my life,
My words of praises for her beauty will live on forever.