Best Retrieved Poems
"The Living Soul Retrieved"
The spine is bound
Inside the pages
with each turn a new leaf
the living soul is retrieved
Inside the pages
there is heartache and grace
the living soul is retrieved
imprisoned, innocent footprints are traced
There is heartache and grace
to judge inverted another’s crimes and place
imprisoned, innocent footprints are traced
she turns behind to see in his eyes her face
To judge inverted another’s crimes and place
She sees a child full of hurt and fear’s disgrace
She turns forward to see in another’s eyes her face
Blue Sky’s white doves beat at windows, Pain's for escape
She sees a child full of hurt and fear’s disgrace
The prodigy between two people, the truth is seen for what it truly is
Blue Sky’s white doves beat at windows, Pain’s for escape
Pages of conflict nobody has won in the bad dream
The prodigy between two people, the truth is seen for what it truly is
The Book slowly opens invisible the hand to receive
Pages of conflict nobody has won in the bad dream
The child looks to Heaven, the Christmas of her life begins to be sung from new seeds
The Book slowly opens invisible the hand to receive
Sensate the Soul begins its dream, walls of a book papered from torn bark a Blue Ghost tree bleeds
The child looks to Heaven, the Christmas of her life begins to be sung from new seeds
Red courses through each leaf, her beating heart, delivered through veins of faith and belief
The spine is strong
with Love it is bound
never broken, it is read beginning to end,
seen and heard, it is sound
the living soul
in its truth,
there is found
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for my daughter, Georgia,
Christmas 2019
with love, your mother.
“The Book of My Life” / Sting
https://youtu.be/pBu_EKugl_Q
"Feather in the Wind" / Mindy Gledhill
https://youtu.be/b2_ILTd91OU
Thyself it was to heal a heart distress'd,
Thine eyes were on me fixed to blow the pain,
When thou didst fill it lovingly, still ravaged,
Did I redeem the night of loving rain.
Those amative stares I can't recall,
Believe me, for I've found my best choice.
Unhurt, a glance upon thee I stole,
For my belle, indeed me, with her love cloys.
She hath the pleasure to love me well enough,
Or a world of love she fostereth in her heart
For me; thou gavest of thine the gentlest bluff,
By playing with me with no fault on my part.
Thou cling'st to sheer agony day by day,
While seest my heart to her I gave away.
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words
For you to know its a poem
For your eyes are blank like you drank
Alcohol straight from a jeroboam
Your hearts are curled
Like the fists of a newborn
Your ears are closed shut
Your mind a distant storm
For man fails to recognize
The words between the lines
We fail to find our purpous
Cause our lives are so unjust
We take in too much pride
Of our own lives
Pride in our breasts
And our heads held high
But like little children
Our humility will suffer
We shall wipe the weary feet of
Our fellow sisters and brothers
So consider this a warning
And a reassurance too
Soon I hope you'll recognize
The humble spirit in you.
Blocked out, the memories
of what ruined our young lives
Grievous errors of judgment made
long-buried in archives
Suddenly retrieved, along with our tears
~ over such trifles washed oceans of years
Beast retrieved
who vowed never
strive...
Couldn't abide by words
gambled floods
Livid lethal lava
parched essence dwells
furnace no sedimentary
tar loiters.
Optimistically optimises
For future further
Luminous loop of life
Clear inscribed circle
Promises which to amend-
Shrunken.