they were outside the whole day, my daughter and Glow
Glow is her dog who delighted in romping around in the snow
My daughter made two snowmen in spite of the dog’s antics
Tomorrow it is going to be sixty-seven, so she will be frantic
Because snow people do not fare well
When a day is sunny as a Christmas bell
they will be a pile of water in a few hours, I knew
But today they had a blast in the snow, these two
mother time has paid her fare
the memory of youth, behind and gone
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
the mirror reflects old eyes that stare
recollections of a dawn to a twilight curtain drawn
mother time has paid her fare
from the darkness i stared into the glare
and sowed a seed upon the road to Babylon
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
pages of future destiny scare and tear
but i grieve not for the past long gone
mother time has paid her fare
character arose out of a soul laying bare
truth in the saying-its always the darkest before the dawn
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
trod upon a path without any fanfare
from sunrise to sunset i kept on
mother time has paid her fare
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
I am in many rooms trapped with death
Or waiting for death to get there
Like this one time. It was a salon
My nails were done neon blue
With heena flowers
With a splash running down to the tips
It was really beautiful; you should have seen
Next was my cuticles
She did one
I am going to die anyways
I mattered, all sad
I guess I am afraid
But I got away
I keep getting away
Death locked the doors
but a window was opened
I guess my time is yet
I just need to say my best goodbyes
There is no cheating death
Especially when outside is not safe
It's the reflections; I think the waves betray me
Because every time I see my face, I know he is near to take me
Do you think it is a frequency attached to silver?
When I use a spoon is how he finds me
I will try to keep everything dark.
Until I have seen you one last time
I will miss you most
maybe I will not get to goodbye
So fare thee well
You made my life less dark
You have kept me alive this far
But I need to be kept alive
that is what hurts
It is the sad part
I should have gone long ago
So when it happens know I am so glad
Fare Thee Well
I will miss you most.
there are
merciless
words that shatter joy
falling with tears of farewell
as sorrow’s wayward ghosts come fleetingly home
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My thoughts scattered,
my soul leaned toward
running on a Roman sword.
The enemy,
a futile life,
recoiled from this soldier's knife.
"Come live this way,"
the beckoned plea.
(Live less than you are, they mean.)
Oblivion
awaits us all.
I'll own my end, not the less.
Once a promising cruise
has become a curse
fare thee well
to a land I will never meet
as I become one with the ocean
my bones shall lie at the bottom
of its endless graveyard
taking my freedom for a new life
and my family name with it
all things must end
yet the tragic history
of the Titanic
will live on
As I cling to what matters, fare thee well,
spoken as I drown in the hereafter;
and I’ll see you on the flip side of hell.
Tickets for this dreamy ship sought after…
By sea, everything for the well-to-do.
Well! Well! This slippery slope is for all.
Vanderbilt, no more riches to pursue!
As the ship breaks apart, there is no wall.
Behold clatter of titanic dishes.
The fanciest food on fire - rich, I say.
Brandy warms the throat like lifeboat wishes.
Go, I, into the freeze to pass away.
Palpable stars, they sting my open eyes.
I hate the dark, the screams of night, the saved.
No motherly lullaby of bye-byes.
Contrast the pier when Southampton waved.
How many times have you imagined
What your final words might be?
Our whole life builds to its ending...
We hope one of serenity.
Sad. But oft it happens
So much sooner than one expects -
Our last opportunity to express
The secret self that one protects!
My last request, like that of many
Before me and to follow -
Please tell my family that I love them
And to live their dreams with each tomorrow.
Let them know that though afraid,
I somehow was at peace.
For I know other's lives were spared
Though mine was doomed to cease.
Briefly I can celebrate
For I am part of a unique group
Who travelled on Titanic
Before she sank into the soup...
The brine bubbles and rises.
Titanic groans and cries...
Fare thee well to she and me!
It's time to close our eyes.
I recall many brights stars
but no moon
for lack of guiding light
we will sink soon
I see ladies
with much fancier clothes
lowered with room to spare
in lifeboat rows
If only they were to let me
catch a boat
I would not sink
or lay frozen afloat
I don't mind, as much
being pierced with cold
But to think... I'll never
--ever-- grow old :(
I stay aboard
with the shivering crowd
now comforting ourselves
we pray aloud
Fr. Thomas Byles*
--he prayed with me!
before my last farewell
into the sea...
For salvation
we're quietly dreaming
while others
are miserably screaming
My life slips away...
there is no more time
to record my life story
in this rhyme
I can only trust--
He's the Guiding Light
I hope our prayers
lead us to His sight
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*For background info on who Fr. Thomas Byles was see my other poem: poetrysoup.com/poem/father_thomas_byles_martyr_of_the_titanic_1422381
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just a little too tired today
i've been waiting so long that there's
an ache that just won't go away
clutching still at my teddy bears
too tired to cry
or say goodbye
just a little too sad today
one place less in musical chairs
"i lost a friend" it's all i say
it burns too much, endless dares
too sad to try,
or even lie
FARE-THEE-WELL TO RACISM:
I was really discredited in my own state,
However my lips don't annihilates.
Merely I lost my sentiment,
When I was treated with contempt.
Maybe you don't really understand this.
But anytime you also receive a diss,
You retaliate based on your feelings,
And you see it to be your healing.
Yet,what's wrong when my eyes speaks,
After you've made my heart bleed?
Is it wrong for me respecting you,
As an imperfect fellow human,
Or should I treat you like a pretty fool,
For you to say I'm very inhumane?
Frankly,unity is the beautiful clue,
That my heart beat for...as a truelove,
Only to make the world a fine place,
For us to have one big divine faith.
A divine faith to eradicate hatred,
The hatred that turns us into aliens.
Aliens that love and promote racism.
Which breeds wars and favoritism,
Through competitions and religions,
That lacks values and core reasons.
Is it wrong for my cutis being black,
And yours being white?
If No,why are we shedding blood,
In this unnecessary multiracial fight?
Please the world needs to stand as one,
To achieve the peace that we aspire.
To all the girls I've loved before
You know I always wanted more
But I could always see
Your love was not for me
But for a soulmate you adore
In dreams you found that love can grow
With someone you don't even know
And set my love aside
To be the blushing bride
In dreams where only you can go
I'm glad you found the time to share
The moments when we were a pair
Please live an happy life
As someone else's wife
But know that I shall always care
Fare thee well O' beautiful maiden,
One who's blessed with the kiss of the morning dew,
The charming radiance of the morning sun
And the ever soothing glow of the moon in the night.
Moulded in the tender embrace of the wind,
Your beauty decorating your glorious being.
You who's grace one seeks earnestly,
May you fare thee well O' fair maiden.
Dressed in joy and happiness you spread around,
Bathed in the fragrance of the flowers of paradise.
One whose voice sounds like Angelic Harps,
May you always fare thee well O' graceful maiden.
Geese and Turkeys had good reason
To deplore the festive season
Since the farmer didn’t bluff
When he promised them good stuff
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