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The Memoir

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They battle for the end that she must write	  	
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand		
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page			
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies		
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand		
On lines between a novice and a sage					
One pen she puts to death before she dies

                     ~~~
	
Author:  Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish	

Awarded:  First Place

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014

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Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this  time her cooking didn't flop!

And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.

I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.


A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.

I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .

Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!

And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.


A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer 

I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.

I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den.  Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.

I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!

Bless Mom and Dad.  The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!

For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
 or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Sonnet of Space and Time

I savor my precious, quantum bliss; the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss. In parallel worlds, are parallel lives; With them, I can identify. I’ve passed through, many walls of stone; through countless lives, I have roamed. I’ve tasted every experience, I found, that some, I still lament. A molecular epiphany, I have received. My life’s frustration, is appeased. Pure energy, is what we are and we can visit, every star. Quantum souls are limitless; join me and pursue your bliss.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

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Hobo Walking Past Our House

Hobo Walking Past Our House

He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.

Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left behind;
an old man, one of those queer little fellows
with nothing about him speaking as refined.

A frown formed upon his dark, withering face,
as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low.
Started again, he walked at a limp pace,
leaving questions, answers nobody can know.

Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals.
Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals.

R.J. Lindley
SEPT.22ND 1976

Note: Edited recently to meet the eleven syllable verse uniformly.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Every Time I Have You Close- Triolet Sonnet

 



Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far Every time I have you close my dear My lips are stilled to me you're like a star In my heart I evoke your name and just roam Every time I have you close my dear... This remarkable yearning of you brings me home And I am so happy to have your love so far Every time I have you close my dear I know that losing you would leave me a scar And rhymes like before no more would flow Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October.2.2014 My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

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A Ripple In Time

Into smooth bright water, a stone is tossed by one small boy whose day is nearly gone. The stone, beneath small ripples, now is lost while on those ripples drifts a lovely swan. The fisher boy can see the bird’s white wings have caught a glint of sunlight from the sky, and in the breeze they gleam while rippling. Beneath the swan, a fish is passing by. undulating silver in reflected sun. The boy’s sweet laughter ripples, for the fish is caught just as the afternoon is done, fulfilling his most current fervent wish. One stone’s throw, then the fish was on his line! Bright rewards appear in a ripple in time.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time

Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time

Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just memory in darkest past.
Strip out each lie one polishes and hones
facing truth, nothing can forever last! 

Stark reality of deeds soaked in slime 
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me. 
Memories in the honeyed ring of time 
everything costs dearly, nothing is free!

Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul 
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart.
lost hope of any future winning goal 
sad truth is ripping rest of me apart!

Pile of bones, only treasure I have got. 
Smelling meat, seeing its hideous rot!

Robert Lindley, 01-10- 2015


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Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought


Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

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Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:   N/A  
Total # Words:  103

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Old love

Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.

Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.

In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks 
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.

Copyright © Dave Will | Year Posted 2015

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Hands of Time - Sonnet

To me dear love, you will never be old
It is your inner beauty that captivates me;
For in your face so many stories are told
That I contemplate in tranquil reverie.
The short time we shared brings vistas yet unseen
Promises to be discovered within the heart;
Perfumed with tenderness of what comes between
Those vacant hours when we have to part.
You are the treasure that has filled my being
Without you I am empty and incomplete;
But together we share that special feeling
That the hands of time will never cheat.
Let's take what we have and make it all come true
Those hours, days and years I would spend with you.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2011

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One More Time

The voyage long, begun at dawn, and then
the winged beast of metal rolls wheels to ground,
loved ones, inside and out, bear only grins,
and recount old tales of "remember whens?"
The hours of waiting fast recede, unwound,
as passengers embrace their long lost kin,
they grab their bags, head toward waiting cars
with hope and faith, forget the "might have beens."
"Worth the wait?" said Gram, Gramp smiles without a sound.
His son beams at 'the wife' and passes round cigars.
The world is right and bright again.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Crossing Time

Born cold with a dark emptiness within
Seeking to understand the reasons why
Another life? A payment for its sin
Leaves a quiet quiver when the soul cries
Wanting eyes flow with a warm stream of tears
Struggling through distant worlds out of time
Lost among the confusion from the years
The lonely chime of my eternal rhyme
Perception fills the universe with lies
Tugging the long thread woven in its cloth
To mend life's fragile coat with blinded eyes
Feel it burn in death's flame another moth

I've tasted the waters of life's fountain
And quenched my old thirst again and again

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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TIME

SONNET – TIME

Time! Be it slow, be it fast, hope will last,
for a swift passing moment time stood still,
as in bygone days, with lost love of past,
ending all too soon, dawning passion chill.

On that fleeting chance when love is ended,
time stops still, for a heart in sadness dwell.
Alas, for a broken heart not mended
the world changes from paradise to hell.

What remains of time when dreams are shaken;
endless chains of torment through shaded eyes,
of bygone days, with memories taken,
and hope lost to discover love’s demise.

End of time, when love is gone, we must part.
Time! To heal the wounds, mend a broken heart.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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A New Year - Time for Love

The New Year (Cornish Sonnet) 

The clock struck midnight; she came in
attired in silky flowing dress  
that matched her youthful glowing skin.
She clutched an hourglass in her hand
that showed the seconds evanesce
with every grain of trickling sand.

I put my bow to violin 
and played for her a melody;
I hoped her tender heart to win.
Champagne was popped and glasses raised
but she cared not for revelry...
into my eyes she deeply gazed.

The clock struck midnight; she came in.
I put my bow to violin.

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4th January, 2015
Contest: Cornish Sonnet
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Placed 4th

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

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Immortal Eyes

Like shots of whiskey your eyes just burn
I….addicted to the fervent heat they pour
This desperate skin just aches for more
Hear this roaring beat…..a rampaging yearn
Tempestuous waters….a storming churn
That penetrates this barricaded core
Molten lava crashes…. (forsaken shore)
A fractured heart shall oscillate and turn

The Wind….it keens….a howling desire
A shattered bewail of distance and dreams
A mewling of tearstained orange red fire
Those hot eyes shred what is left of seams
Tip toeing on a mile high tight rope wire
An eternal lament of “kiss me” extremes

Copyright © Christie Moses | Year Posted 2009

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Widow's Walk


My Captain! Oh, my Captain! Captain, mine!
The sea, that wretched tempest rolled you deep!
She kept you from me squandering the time!
How long before you're free this vixen's keep?

Each day, in vain, I walk the roof top watch,
While searching the horizon for your sail.
At night, by lantern light, I touch each notch,
Where last you carved our names within the rail.

By candle light I read your letter sent,
About the journey's quest and your return.
How travasties and sickness unrelent...
But, still, your love eternal for me burns.

Tonight, upon the widow's walk I stand...
The moon reveals your footprints, in the sand.

~by deborah burch©
4/21/2012

English/Shakespearian Sonnet

For "Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteer's" contest

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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Time Traveler

The fractured light of day rises, so still
And I am but a part, lost in its shade
Question not the sun but the role I fill
Find reason and wonder are ready made
To follow days as a linear string
And remember it has a final end
To count rainbows and colors they bring
Marvel at the symmetry of the bend
Who am I, an intruder to this scene?
One who counts time by the suns that rise
Who lays upon Earth watch the life between
Listen in quiet as stars harmonize

To capture its rhythm, the pulse I feel
To comprehend my time traveled is real


6/10/14

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Time Is An Eternal Book

Time Is An Eternal Book


Time is an eternal book with covers so worn
it embraces us even before we are born
Pages may be long and very deeply stained
sadly in this life so much is unexplained!

There are pictures of our infamous deeds
proof our our fruits and barbaric seeds
Times we refuse to help those in dire need
They were bountiful crops, we were the weed!

Yet recorded also our moments of victories
times we gave of ourselves and loved others
Life recorded complete with its mysteries
How nothing beats the love of our mothers!

Near the end we may see the spilt ink so bad
Yet know its too late and our future is sad!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015

Note- A Sonnet , a Message and a Truth..
edit- "spilt" is spelled in its common usage and form not a spelling error by the author( *spilled).

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Message In The Sea

Turbulent broods embroil a dark cave 
That lingers on fire that rages in you
To capture and kiss the orange you enslave
Through turbulent flames a heart bleeds true

Kiss scarlet lips slick and moistened with dew
Tension pulses these cracked cement walls
A chasm engulfs….a black sea in brew
Through blistered rain vociferation calls

Desperate hands reach to capture the sky
Where words on wings send prayers at night
Riding black stallions (bareback)…they fly
Through briars and rocks….tempestuous flight
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          Fierce burning love that so mournfully cries
               Transcribing a hope for these tearstained eyes

Copyright © Christie Moses | Year Posted 2009

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Autumn Revisited , A Look Back

Autumn Revisited , A Look Back


Sitting on mossy stone, I watch Autumn fly
no respite from Winter's friend
Over heading the wild birds soar on by
almost time for this season's end.

This stream , banks covered in green moss 
shall very soon flow deeper and cold
This forest will reflect more of this loss
musings I find deeper as I grow old!

What of the sunny Summer days, memory fair?
a short gust in a fast receding storm
Bears scouting for coming Winter's hiding lair
survival searching now is the prime norm.

As Autumn prepares for Winter's hard blast
Slowing moving Time suddenly races so fast!

(EDITED)- Typo in the closing verse, "Rime" was 
A TYPO--correct is "Time". Old keyboard has letters missing. lol

Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2015

Note--Time to dread Winter. This seasonal apprehension 
goes back to my childhood. Back then Winters were 
brutal on we kids without coats and proper protection
from its blasts.. Yet we survived and later prospered.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Enigma Of Time

Arriving there, open door to floors bare
Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace
The enigma of time began to cease
Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare

Simplicity for a few days; nowhere
To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese
Yesterday's ravenous problems release
Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air

Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day
Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone
Exquisite view for me, myself, alone
This ecstasy delight not auspice by they

Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away
Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone

Contest: Secret

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

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Time, It So Cleverly Slips Away

Time, It So Cleverly Slips Away


Time slipped, slipped into the sunset mist
looking back, I saw only half done list
There was that trip to a green island shore
never arrived there, missed so much more!

Time raced, quickly raced so very far away
Looking back, heart sinks into dismay
There was her hand, that touch forever gone
never gotten, was her sweet love alone!

Time fled, fled into that bitterly dark sorrow
looking back, heartache eats tomorrow
There was love, gathered at such a dear cost
never gotten, greatest treasure now lost!

Time, time why ever did you dare race me?
The faster I chased, the faster you did flee!

R.J.  Lindley
May 9th, 1990

Note-  today found out she passed away. Never got to say goodbye
Time cheated me, it shall now pay..

Old note presented with old poem because it reminds me the insanely foolish battle
I wanted while still drunk on whiskey!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Aphrodite Night

    APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Not Even Time

These broken, shattered pieces of me are aching
My selfish heart cracking and breaking
Can the healing of the rain
Ease your undying pain

Like a brat I helplessly cling to you
Unaware of just what my venom does to you
Until it is too late to take back the sting
To change this monstrousness I have become…this thing

Never once did you really hate me
And alone I never wanted to be
But my deranged mine created a scenario…a belief that you did not want me around
And I pushed you away…shoved you to the ground

And I can never undo this hurtful crime
Nothing can make this guilt and pain go away…not even time

Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012

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Each Day's Travels Just An Echo Of Time

Each Day's Travels Just An Echo Of Time

New dawn and I read that great epic book,
Simple verses of life and its clear tolls.
Reading one can clearly see what it took,
Faith, understanding and setting firm goals.

Seeking anew, a better life sublime,
Listening to words written by a sage.
Each day's travels just an echo of time,
Finding wisdom to live in this dark age!

Walking along a bad path, life's black share, 
Hides a quiet spot that soothes man's sad soul.
If found, it gifts so much and life seems fair,
Sailing forth, life's ship on a gentle roll.

Even in deep waves of wild, stormy seas,
One stands tall, not fallen on bended knees!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-18-2016

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Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	Total # Words:	112

Note - Having looked deep within and then by looking far, far above, my life has found a calm .
A gift, from a greater power that sees all and never abandons..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Deathbed Discourse

This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.

Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane

Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane


Time has passed, colors are on the wane,
Saddened smiles are dancing once again.
Youthful perfect days are now deceased,
Into dark midnights, aged and released.
Like shreds of colored glass they yet shine,
And cut softly into this heart of mine.

Like sad whimpers from a crying child,
Forever - Lost beauty, fading in the wild,
Or heartache pain refusing to mend,
Punishing dear life at its fading end.
The pity! Such splendid days never last,
As we endure yet more anguish from the past
For we need the end to hold all the more
Love and joy to even out sadder days of yore!

R.J. and Robert J. Lindley- a collaboration.

Note- This old sonnet , found late last night has 
been about halfway re-written and retitled this morn. 
Thus its the old me from 1975 and the much, much older me
from, November 2015. As such its a collaboration.....
Don't blame me, my muse insists!!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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NIGHT WATCH

NIGHT WATCH 

I'm meant to guard the cave and watch the stars;
no sleep to spirit once the moon shall rise. 
My ears attend to dissonant guitars, 
which mark the subtle sounds my cave belies.
If peacocks shriek or spiders tickle past, 
I'm vigilant to note who wakes for play.  
I know the dark's descent is here at last, 
when onyx owls perform a stealth ballet.
A créature de la nuit is what we are,
to walk the earth at night and trail the sky.
My eyes are full of Regulus the star, 
my shadow can't be seen as I pass by. 
Delight in these, the creatures of the night,
who tend the Earth as sentries of her flight.

By Edlynn Nau
© June 2, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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berserker but

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of  intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance 
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood  still yet unsure

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007

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Path Through Time

Warn path through time
Covered with nettles and thyme
Sprinkled with relics sublime
Sated with memories from my prime
Bridges crossed, harbored mined
Valleys forged, mountains climbed
Rivers forded, hollows divined
Peaceful pastures forever pined
Showered blessings o'er charted course
Thunderous trials skirted with every resource
Shining beacons along the road did hope reinforce
Clouded dreams abandoned with some remorse
Now channeling through life's narrowing pass
Peering longingly back at the quilted morass

Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2010