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I've seen trebuchets thrust rocks into crowds.
I've heard the weeping of the wounded pray.
I've walked through blood clad fields and screamed aloud.
Not a sound or even a whisper came.
I've felt the bite of water and of flame,
The warmth of friendship, the breaking of bones.
And I've heard the drafters call out my name,
Said goodbye to everything I have known.
Marched on crimson ground as the sunlight shone,
Held our flag in victory and disgrace.
Celebrated as the bodies lay prone;
The memories I wish I could erase.
Still those faces haunt; those faces of fear!
Long gone they are and yet I am still here.
He walks in silence though you would never know
As he cares for those he calls friend,
Inside tears fall though he would never show
Like brittle leaves from a tree in the wind.
The years have washed his dreams away
Something that life will often do,
He forgets the simplicity of a yesterday
When in a child’s heart all dreams came true.
He cannot remember the last dream he had
Fearing life has played its part,
And the trials of living both happy and sad
Carve into stone where once beat his heart.
Compassion and love help our dreams become true,
And love could feel good… if he only knew.
If I could live one day again, I'd choose that day so fair
Our walk among the jaded trees, in dappled shade, a blanket spread
You picked among the meadow grass, the flowers for my hair
The earth was fresh with dampened grass, our tender flowered bed
You told me then, that day our love to never more forget
Two hawks, they watched while circling 'round, so high above our heads
We languished there, 'neath faded skies, two hearts with no regrets
The folded clothes, which lie nearby, no words between us said
Your eyes on mine, your hands, your touch, like petals in the wind
But day must end, a bitter cry, like seeking hawk who preys
We gently kissed, as shadows fell, unseen as clouds rolled in
A hawk in flight came swooping down, and carried it away
I turn to you in midnight's dream, with anguished breath I weep
The dream is gone by morning light, while death stalks mine to keep
Resubmitted for Matt Caliri's contest "New Terrains"
Her life was full of joy and dreams
Expressing life and whatever that means
To live each day with new filled hope
Was the only way she knew to cope
Her love was hidden deep within
Full of passion,angst and sin
She loved a man she shouldn't take
Will she pay for her mistake
They shared their passion behind the door
Hidden from all, she wanted more
She deserved more than she received
And when he'd leave she cry and grieve
Upon a bed of petals she lay
Sobbing, imagining another way
One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.
One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.
Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel
Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.
(A tribute poem to Connecticut Shooting victims)
Whilst time is not in our hands to bear
Whispering hushed sound, steals someone’s life
A lithe gunman brandishing gun to err
If only I hold time, I’ll stop the strife
The ephemeral laughter of childhood
Bequeath memories to posterity
Be an advocate for gun ban, I would
Parents felt like dry leaf in an eddy
I speak of my thoughts, hopes, and prayers
A glimpse of dulcet smile one last chance
Felicity in heaven cloaked the fears
For these children once have a dalliance
One by one, far and near, gunshot broke out
In silence, their presence you can’t live without
Posted also in Voicesnet.com (Jan. 2, 2013)
When true love's gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed.
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When true loves lie and break my woman's heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.
For I have love's sweet child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she's whole
Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be
Hear O maiden, on whom desire springs forth
It brews mine soul, chiming taste after port
Have thou detour, pursuit never will cease
Inside dungeon, dwells memoirs begging peace.
Not once does sole eddy whispers’ depart
Birds dance at lightning’s amazing glory,
Nervy morose obeyed deadly loch art
Baffle tongue shields the shame of thath fury.
Autumn for willow vale, bright morning frost
Exalts unto thy blossom: chilled breeze toss.
Adieu for day, thwack wilt kindle cost,
Extreme snide flits; Dank! Flout insolent loss.
Once again, thorn manifest lover’s hope
Outre’ wish from her behest painful pop.
Those drapes of snow, which out my window dance,
like thy white arms, that my warm heart surround,
are ghostly visions false, heav’nly rants,
deceiving my mind, of no substance found,
replacing grey fact with hard diamant,
enjewelling e’en mud with improper grace,
painting most pure what proves of beauty scant,
giving unto sin fair virtue’s clean face.
They swim in billowed air exposed to gust
like dreams upon a too-convincing stage,
and when the earth dooms these to that cruel must,
and when that fond myth is proven a mirage,
mine eyes shall swim in moister element;
for tricks are fouler which are heaven-sent.