Best Far Away Poems
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.
I dream of the old house, five thousand miles
away, across the sea, high on the hill,
the garden where the rhododendrons shade
the black and white tiled steps up to the door.
I enter, walk from room to room, and see
my mother on the balcony; she sits
beneath the tumbling vines and reads her book.
My dad is in his study playing chess.
The house smells like it always did. Each thing
still lives in its accustomed place. This is
a journey back in time: I am a child,
was gone a little while and now am home.
The light falls through the windows differently.
The trees have grown, obscure the view, and hide
The house from outside glance. Mom’s hair is white,
And father walks the stairs with halting steps.
I hope there will still be a few more years
For me to make this journey. Far away
Are home and childhood, and the church bells toll
The hours relentlessly.
7/11/2017
I wonder often what you think, or if you think at all,
of the time we shared together as the summer turned to fall.
I dream of your adventures, while I watch the passing day,
in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away.
I wonder often what you know, of love that I cannot.
What lessons can you claim that wordless must be taught?
And even now I fantasize of games you surely play,
in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away.
I wonder often what you felt, or did your heart not speak?
The power 'pon your lips made me strong and made me weak.
And even could I run to you, I think that I would stay,
in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away.
The pain and loss are fading, my heart's more red than gray,
and soon your voice will echo, in memories far away.
Written in Sarkey's Energy Center for "Let It Be" contest, sponsored by Catie Lindsey
When night’s candles
wax in the breeze,
a glow draws near while loved ones are far...
I would scan places dimensions away
For in reveries
they bask among the skies.
So warm with wonder, bright with charm
Could I but fix them
beneath moon’s hues,
Who do not let affections stray through time
far beyond all limits of heaven's rails
May 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
Angel That Has Flown Far Away
Angel that has flown far away
dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray
for her and yet another kiss
she the Love, her Touch, I so Miss.
This day, heart sees her smile again
my beloved, my dearest friend
I yield to these new falling tears
thankful for her, our blessed years.
She that wakes me every morn
to help heal soul that is so torn
her soft eyes shining so bright
telling me, it will be alright.
Angel that has flown far away.
Dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2022
Sonnet
( dedicated to my beautiful, cherished and beloved wife,
Clarisa Tapican Lindley)
Note-
I woke at 4am. Today is the day of my beloved wife's
Celebration Of Life gathering at her church today, 4-16-2022.
I wrote this poem at 6:24 am while commenting at another forum.
It just came to me in a bright flowing flash.
They came from "farawayland"
to arms held open wide
welcomed without question by the "Man"
The starving and the homeless
can't begin to understand this
how could someone even do this to their clan
We try to feed and clothe them
give health and shelter freely
and we're just talking legal citizens
The influx of the immmigrants
and the millions of illegals
that have crossed our borders who knows even when
There are no jobs to give them
our health care's straining badly
some diseases that they bring could devastate
They try their best to hide here
while staying in the shadows
by scamming us they jeopardize our fate
Bleeding hearts help hide them
treated better than our Veterans
they snicker and they tell us that we're cruel
As our President stands proudly
ensuring he will protect them
America knows he plays us for the fool.....
The days draw ever closer with my imminent need to leave
With promises to keep and goals to achieve
My ultimate desire is to disappear
But mighty are the binds that keep me here
And so I sat down to write a song
About this place where I could belong
My nirvana, my world and art
Where every little craze tickles my heart
I wish upon a star that is too far
Hoping for a yearn that makes me churn
For this I will strive night and day
To find this place, so I pray
Yesterday can never come again.
All my family were together then.
My memories are beckoning, and I want to be where
Troubles in that place I know as yesterday
Seemed to always melt away
So easily!
Far into my past -
Away, so far away, I wish to flee.
Now I face the future.
It brings to me a feeling which
Seems a little bit like dread
As all the new uncertainties swirl inside my head.
Though I still have family and many lovely friends,
They’re in a world their own, apart from mine.
Here am I, in my own little world, and
To the very end, this is where I’ll
Stay!
Oh, my memories! In golden moments loved ones shine!
I long for that togetherness, the joy that I
Believe is only found
In family because our worlds were not divided then.
Yesterday, why can’t you come again?
I have a new far away friend
I wish could live just round the bend
who's poems I find
so pleasant and kind
there aren't enough flowers to send
With the pen of a poet you write
as a message of hope in our plight
with beauty and grace
a gently left trace
to challenge a deeper insight
I imagine the way you would look
see you happiest writing a book
poetic rhymes
of places and times
and all of life's lessons you took
Our souls have been fed by a fire
and we share in a common desire
to have a true friend
for the ride to the end
of our goals as they raise ever higher
Though all I can see is your name
I still hear your voice just the same
it speaks to me dearly
and calls to me clearly
through poetry destined for fame
I'm blessed for my far away friend
who will never live just round the bend
for I see a smile
with poetic style
in each posted poem you send
In the world of the mountains you climb
thank you for taking the time
to lift up my soul
with renewed sense of whole
from your words that so cleverly rhyme
Thank you my friends.
-Jeannie Minor
A thousand miles of oceans
Days and nights alone at sea
Whales sing under harvest moons
Its a refuge from the bitter world i see
Stars direct me to new horizons
To new lands calling out to me
Perhaps new roots and love await me
I can finally be free from misery
My passion for mankind has dwindled
That candle melted so long ago
Now i breathe in deep the salty airs
And accept a life of ebb and flow
One day when you no longer hear of me
And my name no longer missed
Know that ill be singing with the whales and dolphins
In the seas eternal bliss.
1
Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds me from embracing thee, thyself in turn.
Thine all enchanting smile, piercing eyes–
thy flailing arms, the limbs, with rhythmic stroke –
responses soundless to the silent words I spoke
to thee before from thee Fate forced me from thy cries.
I watched thee grow through temp’rate times of yore –
remembering the gall’ry of my mind.
‘Twas all I had.
2
Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still ache
thy presence all too far in distant land
where careless arms push thee with calloused hand
away from mine where once I swore thee none could take.
Thine eyes with tears I shared I shed alone
so thou might never feel the agony
the anguish, loss of my identity,
thy father, thee my offspring, daughter, dearest one.
I watched thee grow through chilling times, and more –
remembering thy portrait in my mind.
‘Twas all I had.
. 3
Oh, gentle child, how doth my soul yet yearn
those many hours oft upon my breast
thy head thou laid safe harbor for thy rest,
thy questions, mind alert, thy hungering to learn.
Thy voice I hear through dreams and zephyr breeze,
thou lark by morn by eve the nightingale,
as Dawn and Dusk, Aurora without fail,
thou hast my heart and soul kept warm with ease.
I watch thee grow, and will, forever more –
remembering thy sculpture in my mind.
‘Tis all I have.
4
Until we are as one renewed
some future date somewhere awaits
when thou her servant dare to flee
that which with thee so long accrued
where here I love and there she hates
that wily witch who bindeth thee.
Break loose those prison bars that bind
thy tired wings that flap in vain –
Renew thy pledge at length to find
thy youthful freedom once again.
Then shalt thy flags fly high aloft
while eagles scream thy freedom song,
while robins chirp with redbreast, soft –
all a capella – pure and long.
Then both our souls shall share their peace,
a father and his daughter, found
to spend their lives on borrowed lease
to live and die on hallowed ground.
Thus, take, Tai-Ana, this, my prayer
that fathers and their children hear
of this solemnity
that children here and everywhere
ne’er shed a sad though soulful tear
for all eternity.
[Finis]
Subtle thoughts of yesterday rumble
in every dancing bolt of energy
across the sacrificial sky
Tepid droplets of moisture awaken
senses once lost and lonely
seeking to breathe another day
Thunder rings loudly
(or is that your heart?)
in a far away cloud
calling out my name
Water falling down gently
eyes and hands wide open
catching every part of you
Far Away Close Up
Right beside me in the car,
but not here at all.
Are you with her?
Who is she?
Do I care?
Should I,
would it matter?
No.
I ride along in quiet.
Thinking of nothing,
but the desert...
passing by,
not for the first time,
certainly not for the last.
Dreams now gone,
the way of all dust.
Blown from the path,
to be picked up by others,
and then re-lived.
Repeating the same disasters,
the same arguments in unison,
casting doubts on the very term...
"ever after".
Prince charming,
the beast...
more like the mouse,
without a house.
Humans lie.
It is a talent that sets up apart,
from the animals,
that swing from trees.
But not by much,
as they also throw
waste at each other,
and touch at the wrong times.
Like dung beetles,
greedy to climb aboard.
Soon, we will not have to speak again.
We will both be free,
to live lives apart.
But she will find,
you are not,
a cherry tart,
as first supposed.
The symphony has started
and the darkness does descend
the world succumbs to quietude
the day has reached its end
The nighttime woods are glittering
and offer up a show
a dazzling performance
by the fireflies, aglow
Along the breeze the crickets sound
that all is well tonight
as whippoorwills send out their songs
in blackness, out of sight
The nighttime sky is sparkling
and offers up a show
a dazzling performance
of a galaxy, aglow
And all is still within my soul
so far away from day
I rest my head so wearily
and dream my cares away
I can feel her presence
Going through this adolescence
My lyrics are out this world
But I’m so down to Earth
I touch all her senses
Mind, body, and soul
The way I explain
You thought I made her whole
My words give meanin’
And every word
Takes her through the ceilin’
So far in miles
To get there
May take a while
I’ll make her important
Better yet queen of the Nile
So close we share the same pulse
So deep she feels the impulse
Yet
I believe the simple word
Cuts sharp like a sword
Yet is what split us
Yet is offended
Like someone cuss
So close to the end
Yet so far from it