Weeping willows of
past twilight inkling
cast a blurred shadow
on “lily-white age”
viewed through clouded lens!
As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze,
only apathetic thoughts remain
in this nonchalant existence of
my diseased body and over the hill mind!
It reminds me a time of agility,
A time of struggle and celebrations,
An age when dreams of a better future bloomed,
And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals of success.
The illusion of youth, believing I would remain the same forever,
My beauty, once admired by the mirror,
My body, that lied about its boundless strength,
And the willpower that upheld my beliefs!
Now, my poor mind, dreadfully distressed,
on the fritz of my worn body parts.
Here I am, at the dusk of my life,
panting and staring at the steep stairs
called ‘rest of my time’!
I wonder, are there any tears left
to cry over the memories of my vigorous days?
Or, has time swallowed even the sorrow, leaving only silence?
Sediments are yet to be cleared
From the window sill of the days bygone
Handprints of an owner's ignorance
Remains carved on the glass alone.
Fossils of a lively refuge
Still masked by dust veils
Home, where once honey grew
Now marks the tombstone of loves's grave.
Novelty springs under
The eternal fountain of life
The creatures of days bygone
Stop to greet the future hive.
The barn rooster crows
Big and little ones arise
It’s a country life
Life of work and fun
Hunor must rise with the sun
Laughing has its turn
Everyone must try
From here to the by and by
Make the load lighter
“Where y’all going now
We fixin’ to milk the cow
You shore y’all know how”
Tomorrow we go
Downtown to the picture show
Once out the short rows
Pa ain’t keen ‘bout it
Thinks it’s the old devil’s way
To get hard earned dime
Ma says it’s alright
But we must behave ourselves
Do what the Book says
Again in the fields
Plowing the dirt with ole mule
Life turns on slow wheels
Work sunup to dusk
Ain’t no need to fret or fuss
No one gives a cuss
Milking the old cow
Plowing, praying, and laughing
Bygone country life
Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes
Her sweet loving nature was a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of gold
A one-in-a-million type girl
Honoured by her friendship and dear sweet love
Fortunate to have met this charmer
Would sure love to spend a couple of evenings
Talking, some nights in the parlour
Hearing sweet tales bout these elderly folks
Their long and interesting lives
Tales of a joy with their dear loving families
Loving husbands and dear sweet wives
For some, their memories are all they have left
Abandoned, forgotten and alone
Such a sad and unhappy way to end a life
Golden years can be overblown
So if you have folks tucked away in a home
Please visit these precious dears
One day you'll also be thankful for those visits
Talking about your bygone years
The barn is hollowed by time,
greased by phantom tractor engines.
A rusting spade and shotgun,
laid-up in the shadowy bygone.
A dusty hayloft full of owl songs.
The mice are out in the fields,
where the corn once waved as it shone,
they know that night birds,
will dream of blood soon.
rodents burrow
into the dark for yet more dark.
Owl throats fill and billow,
as echos deep with the mossy timber.
Awake now, the owls fly silent,
as keen-eyed ghosts of prey
in the overcast.
Through all these shortening nights
and days,
the barn attends to the heartbeat,
of an old fallow farm,
and a lengthening stretch
of dying dreams.
Roaming over the wheatfields
their joints a-cranking
insecticide fog blankets the air
Oklahoma dustbowl bleeds
Relics of a bygone day, all angles they move
ravaging fields and pests, pests and fields
wheels of progress a-churning away
blackening golden grain
~ pests' entree, noonday
Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes
Her sweet loving nature is a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of gold
A one-in-a-million type girl
Honoured by her friendship and dear sweet love
Fortunate to have met this charmer
Would sure love to spend a couple of evenings
Talking, some nights in the parlour
Hearing sweet tales bout these elderly folks
Their long and interesting lives
Tales of a joy with their dear loving families
Loving husbands and dear sweet wives
For some, their memories are all they have left
Abandoned, forgotten and alone
Such a sad and unhappy way to end a life
Golden years can be overblown
So if you have folks tucked away in a home
Please visit these precious dears
One day you'll also be thankful for those visits
Talking about your bygone years
A forever lasting lullaby,
Sung by weeping angels.
I must atone my sins,
Alone.
In the dusting of the spring time,
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday,
Make my sulky heart sing and chime,
For memories that won’t fade away.
The buds on trees now softly sway,
Reminding me of love once shared,
Of moments that have slipped away,
Of trices when we truly cared.
But time keeps ticking on and on,
And life moves forward with its stride,
Yet in my heart, the memories dawn,
Of love and laughter by our side.
I long for one more sweet embrace,
One more chance to see you heartface!
Write I, and not another, in jealousless inward discover.
The beauty of my eye and the match of my heart
In overflowing settlement think I of her with feelings tart
Pondering: what else could I have done?
The one she rests upon she loves, but I still love but one.
It’s not his fault, nor mine I think, of order that she chose.
The perfect pretty polite mystique loves on orders from Above.
Still I, my eye of mind flashes, bear the thoughts of whom arose,
No better than her to mind comes me when dreaming of the love.
If right she be for me I ask, in all the ways I see,
Why should not I be the one to call this girl my bride to be?
God knows, and so I must be wrong. For such He does decree:
Everytime those blond blue-eyes laugh in his arms, gazing happily.
~ it brings tears - every ripple I wrote in my diary ~
14.02.2023
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Now's Bygone
David J Walker
Now is in the super near
Now is here
now is gone
Now is nearly
just beyond
the race against
the distant dawn
Now is now
a race to win
Now is Now’s
Imperium
Just beyond
Tomorrows sun
An abacus
Of Now’s bygone
Ten summers have passed since I wandered there last
Though I've never forgotten the way.
Many times, I have thought that maybe I ought
Let tendency lead me astray.
When once I was young and springtime had sprung
And all of the day was sunlit.
It was then I was swayed by a maudlin charade
Much more than I care to admit.
How demons evoke when we met by the oak
Blaze whispered and purred in our ears;
I think of it yet, during evening's onset,
It has stayed with me down through the years.
Then time scurried by and so you and I
Were mislaid in a blizzard, so cold,
Where time is the thief of forbidden belief
And sombre remorses grow old.
Yet today I don't mind of the times when I find
Reflections bear all that remain.
I know that, alas, ten winters could pass
Before I may go there again.
The warmth of the sun shines on my face and in doing so I glow with radiance, my long hair looks like strands of gold in a dull world, society doesn't accept me but yet I feel free as I watch the ascent of light in the east
To be different is not normal, but yet I am more normal than most
Going by in a flash, seasons change with the years but I am the same, happy with who I am and what I got so to speak
I don't need modern technology to keep me happy because happiness is a mindset not materialistic
Looking towards the west, I see clouds in the noonday sky and the smell of moisture on the horizon
Walking towards the dying fire, a late summer breeze blows my locks in waves that cascade into the sunset
Never looking over my shoulder, my denim jacket has faded from time as decades pass
The sun sets behind an odd tree with no leaves like the modern world, but I look past it all
A new day will dawn like it did all those years ago when I was young, and then comes the rain.............
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