Smiles can be turned upside down
Broken hearts often bleed
While jokers steal everything
That can fulfill their greed
As the music is turned off
The singer loses voice
Silence then becomes the norm
And the mimes at last rejoice
Waters flow through memories
For river beds are dry
Wildlife has long moved on
And farmland's death is nigh
Distant mountains turn to brown
Before the sun sets low
We pilgrims camp at the base
For there's nowhere left to go
the end of the line
Once upon a time, Norway was a shipping nation
thousand of people employed in this endeavor
because she was a low-paid country and could
haul, mostly American cargo around the world
Alas, oil along her coast, was found, no longer
poo, wages rose that was no good
Other nations, running lower wages, took over
and the Norwegian shipping culture
was history
No one wants love they only want likes,
freely protesting they haven’t got rights!
Raised by the system playing the victim,
that’s the ambition that they envision.
Say you’re offended by my point of view,
offending me when you react like you do.
Opinions upset and leave you devastated,
you grown up babies leave me fascinated.
People faking that they have mental illness
surly those people must have such an illness
People live lies just to gain your approval
that is a skill that says you are not useful
People who make livings posting online
they have ambitions for income decline
Kids think they know because they’re educated
haven’t found out their futures overrated
Twenty somethings think as adults they rule
Oblivious all adults were that age before
People are critical then hypocritical
inviting you in just to be inhospitable
Some people think evolution’s a given,
then why are the youth less evolved than a gibbon!?
Everyone would call her a hero
Carrying yet another soon to be orphaned child to safety
Leading group after group destined for destruction
Down the railway track of hope
Fighting not only the threat of death
But nature’s cold frigid grasp
Her own safety in the balance every time
She returned over and over again
Man, woman or child equally saved
The risks were great the reward greater
In a time and age of war
With no regards to race, color or creed
Cruelty unbound
She plodded on
Exhaustion filling the mind with thoughts of giving up
Yet her drive and spirit refused to cave in
Each trip meant more would live
How could she stop now
One day when all was said and done
Would they remember her or her deeds
It didn’t matter because this was about them
She knew the way
And would light the path
To a life which would grow and flourish
Her reward the look of relief on their faces
When they realized they had made it to the end of the line
Freedom was waiting
Andreas Simic©
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Cigars and cigarettes are sold,
My legacies to you.
Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came,
Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came,
Only thirty-three years your great-grandmother,
Just true and deeply sad.
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
The hard truth I have to tell you,
It's the end of the line.
The young boy is a strong one, he has his mother's eyes,
The young boy is a strong one, he has his mother's eyes,
Take care of your bride my son,
The children will be fine.
Over there you will find, a pair of moroccan shoes,
Over there you will find, a pair of moroccan shoes,
A four leaf clover, a pair of dice,
Will now belong to you.
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
The hard truth I have to tell you,
It's the end of the line.
Rejoice
For it is done
It all ends in this place
As the faceless spirit recedes
In death
Myrtle's gerbil
~ wasn't fertile
the sun still shimmies up every morn
meanders down at days end
the moon fills the nights in various stages
morning streets are bombarded by struts slow and fast
cars sigh their usual obnoxious yells
sleep eludes me
tormented thoughts
you
occupy my psyche
brush stroke by brush stroke
and still never exactly you
your mona lisa allure
impossible to commit to memory
white flag in hand
surrender to your capture
trapped in the
the shame of my fragility
i hesitate
that jump off the cliff
i’ve walked the burning fields
where the smoke renders me blind
embraced my lack of sight
too many battles spun from steel
too many scars still not heeled
how does one exit this ride
this coaster of contradictions
i’ve found no path
A wisp of your outline
invades my sleep
how do i let go
how do I hold on
left in your hands
how do you find my where
if
i
myself
can’t find the starting line
Fri Feb 28
When a poet reaches the end of the line
the restless hand lies idle, the ink runs dry,
watching the final rays of today's sunshine
eternally on paper, seen only once by the eye
The restless hand lies idle, the ink runs dry
captured in the moment, will last for years,
eternally on paper, seen only once by the eye
stained by the etching of today's final tears
Captured in the moment, will last for years
the words still followed by a lingering smile,
stained by the etching of today's final tears
and even if it is only for the littlest while
The words still followed by a lingering smile
leaves just one inspired in another decade,
and even if it is only for the littlest while
some long lost, bygone images will never fade
Leaves just one inspired in another decade
read by damp eyes, desperately needing refrain,
some long lost, bygone images will never fade
a handwritten epitaph, so the memories remain
Read by damp eyes, desperately needing refrain
watching the final rays of today's sunshine,
a handwritten epitaph, so the memories remain
when a poet reaches the end of the line.
No phone on the cover waiting for your voice (he doesn't love you)
Listening outwards to the boys (He doesn't love you)
Life goes on with a smile on your face (he doesn't love you)
love is your only saving grace
Baby girl its okay, love is inside of you
Baby girl its okay, Life goes on with your touch of grey
Baby girl its okay, lay down your heart and clean your face
somewhere else its judgment day.
Some say it's fine, throwing caution to the wind.
Some say it's fine, if you're good or may have sinned.
Some say it's fine, giving all to ease your task.
Some say it's fine, to help but don't wait to ask.
You may while away each day, waiting for a call.
Hoping for some news, about anything at all.
Just gazing into space, or staring at the wall.
Or just having a ball.
12/ 16/ 2017.
Just around the bend is the end of the line
Its there if you look for the neon sign
It's flashing in bright translucent white
Hung like a masterpiece against blackened night
Streaming, gleaming polished stars so bright
Did you know even the French horn must be drained of spit
Let it go before you reach the end of your rope
Birds sing in symphony when you awake with hope
Crickets lullaby when your eyes tire, open ears a bit & sit
Wring the rain right out of the atmosphere
Share your boisterous laughter here and there
Do it now as surely we are all aware
Just around the bend is the end of the line
and that our gravity lives will come to cease
When hopefully we meet the true master of peace
12/7/2017
It's okay Even when no one stay by your side
It's okay if you have to fight alone
It's okay Even if every breath seems hard
It's okay Just have hope, Everything will fall in place.
Don't wait for anyone's approval ( End of the line)
Do as your heart say ( End of the line )
Love yourself, Live the life( End of the line )
To the fullest
Dated: 7/12/2017
Contest: End of the line sponsored by John Hamilton
END OF THE LINE
I was standing at the end of the line
Waiting for an airline ticket
I just wanted to go home for the first time in five years
The line didn't seem to be moving and my patience were growing thin
So I stepped up to the counter and said to the lady with a grin
If I don't get home for Christmas
It's gonna be on your head
My Grandpa's been mighty sick of late
And before I get there he may be dead
If that should happen to me, I don't know what I'll do
Can you possibly bend the rules just a little
'Cause I'd do the same for you
The lady at the ticket counter, with a tear running down her cheek
Said give me just a minute and I'll see what I can do
I know just how you feel since I have been there too
Well the moral of this story is don't stay gone so long
Go where the family loves you and the ties are truly strong
If you humble yourself and swallow your pride
I think you will find that you won't be somewhere waiting
Standing at the end of the line
When death smiled upon me, I quivered with fear
and clung to my life as my soul disappeared
I masked the faces of death that I’ve seen
and sounded a rattle while struggling to breath
Laying in bed a ghost in my shell
my tubes become chains that bind me in hell
I've lost all control of what once came with ease
humiliated by what everyone sees
don’t they see misery writ on my face
and each day of suffering held in this place
my longing to plunge into pools of black
to reach to the dark till it touches me back
so many have said, they don't fear to die
yet how can they know, when they've never tried
its now that I find who I really am
and whether or not I’ve failed this exam
for all it is destined, no need for concern
for every breath, a dying is earned
and all that we are is seen on that day
on feet or knees when the scythe swings away
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