MY DAYS NOW HALCYON
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I embrace the sun's lavender glow,
for time has etched my story,
one of wisdom, silent knowing
an ancient river softly flowing.
Refrain:
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
these eyes have seen a thousand dawns
regretting times when others I did wrong
self-forgiveness becomes my swan song
wondering if in my waning years I’ll be strong.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
the temperament’s softened with the years,
sometimes remembering trails of a million tears,
those invisible ones that cascaded down my face
a steady stream sourced at the river of my fears.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
soul has grown through time’s refrain
and my heart now beats a tolerant, gentle rhythm,
for it knows of love, of joy, of sorrow's schism.
its chambers beating with strength of life’s true wisdom.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
Angela spoke to Bob, then they hopped in a Taxi and took a ride through the '80s. Prince decided to join in, but he wanted to go fast, so he took a Little Red Corvette and parked the Mercedes.
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Michael Knight pressed the gas as he fought crime with his good friend KITT. Bo, Daisy, and Luke joined the fun while running some 'shine' and outsmarting Boss Hogg, leaving him in a pit
Bruce Banner chose a pair of Rockports and a backpack to hide his green side. Crockett and Tubbs could feel it 'In the Air Tonight' as they cruised the south side.
Cheers to riding to a place where everybody knows your name
A place where you were sure to see: Sam, Diane, Norm, Cliff, Carla, and a new friend just the same
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Yes, cruising.
Not only on roads but also through the air to Fantasy Island and across the big blue seas; romance and adventure filled the air on The Love Boat, embracing the breeze.
HALCYON DAYS
Seeing the past through rose coloured glasses
And memories with a tinge of happier times
Was it always the case that the past was nice
And never subject to the cold of frost or ice
I’m sure all prefer when temperature climbs
As sun is revealed when a dark cloud passes
Those halcyon days were probably tainted
By challenges that brought the mood down
Every artwork hides a mistaken brushstroke
Forgetting when that emotional dam broke
Yet not every occurrence deserves a frown
As happiness emerges in a finished painting
Might one really want to relive those days
Yes, there were good times and pleasure
But finding joy in one’s current existence
It is preferable to good times at a distance
There’s no comparison, by any measure
Enjoy the present, the past a mere phase
Long live in halcyon days
of yore the golden age
of my history mysteries
known to none but one.
My inner terminal washed
in ancient memory and gilded
in halcyon rays...
Of a memory remembered differently
known to none!
But one my inner sight encrusted
in a veneer of a golden age,
starting to crack
and
peel…
The Falling Away.
Reflects the truth of a mystery
burred deep in my history
like a corpse of a former life
longed to live in halcyon days...
Gloried in fading gilded rays of memories…
A lone.
Long
live
Halcyon Days!
Unflustered epoch, warmer, bright,
when all the world willed pure delight
and games gave chase through afternoons
on cloudless days in Mays or Junes:
then, time stood furthest from the mind
and spring was always close behind
wherever winter served its worst.
How we would hurry, sing, or burst
into the yards, play hide or seek,
watch butterflies, or climb to peek
beyond the forest full of thrills
to glimpse the mountain past the hills.
We swore we would explore it all,
run higher, deeper, like the ball
one throws much further thanks to age.
Impatiently we turned that page
and scurried toward maturity,
oblivious to misery.
The vernal hours vanish fast.
To those yet youthful: make them last!
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New poem submitted to the Rhyming Contest
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/rhyming_me__a_poem_2_15617
Prompt: Photo 3 (children playing outside)
Date: November 7, 2021
The countryside is as delectable as an apple pie, feel free to dip in and enjoy a slice of my world , quote by poet
When I need to relax and seek quiet meditation
I head for the countryside without any hesitation
My weekend retreat’s perched on top of the hill
far away from the city, it’s so peaceful and still
The picturesque lake is such a tranquil scene
with the mountains reflected it looks so serene
Cool fresh mountain air is like a soothing balm
I’m at one with nature, I’m content and calm
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
05/14/21
Halcyon Days!
I do not seek your enmity
but think I'm grateful we're not friends
although we were for many years.
Let half the nation say adieu,
There's nothing I desire from you!
I won't lean toward false gravity,
defame my truth, praise your loose ends.
I humbly thank you for your part
in showing me a Judas kiss,
but sad to know that you're so clear
my dreams aren't dreams you care to hear.
Still, swear to God, I'll view your art
though pyrites salt Trump's mine's abyss.
I don't seek win; I wish your gain,
salvation's peace, not scammer's pact.
My faith's Grace saves all fools who fall
though sinners dream their truth fits all
(their desperation sources pain.)
Pray words don't harm, God's Grace, a fact!
Brian Johnston
25th of October in 2020
Infinite sorrows non-existent
life chirped in oblivion
halcyon days of childhood
unplanned outcomes were a hit
full-on Masti from dawn to dusk
until a voice boom into ur giggles
"You're grounded 4 a week"
a tiny moment of heartbreak,
erased again in no time with
your favourite ice cream.
In halcyon days
Remember the agony of fire
Remember the first kiss
Cherish past memories ... things are rarely as good second time around
Last year we went back to where we used to live ... it had changed so much the memories were much better than the reality
6/12/19
my halcyon days of childhood
alas! i feel as lost ecstatic paradise
i played under the azure sky
now in no way memory permits to sacrifice
i screamed along with my friends
my free heart now lies in grave of time
flawless sound of words are rusted as an old iron bar
in solitude stepping to the valley of mime
Oh! my lovely golden days of childhood
will you meet me in my old age again
when a new rainbow will smile above
ditto feeling will pass through my vein
Heading down to the water's edge
A relaxing place to hang out
Forgetting my everyday cares and woes
Watching kids jump and shout
Everyone's wearing a great big smile
Laughing and skipping along
Reminding me of my halcyon days
Singing those happy songs
Cherish those spirited days of yore
With us for too short a while
Never to return except in our thoughts
So greet each day with a smile!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Do you remember way back, yester-year,
and far off times when life had just begun?
Of languid days, so free and debonair,
all by the pool with friends and having fun?
Those happy thoughts of Sue and Kate and Clare,
their tummies tanned and torsos basking in the sun?
And me? Do I recall this bright and carefree dawn?
Oh no. You see, I wasn’t even born!
~
For nette onclaud's 'MOMENT IN ANOTHER TIME' Contest by Charles Clive.
Cool
water
pushes up
against my face.
Eyes searching, left, right,
enchantment, pure delight.
Darting colours dashing through.
From twilight shadows wonders move.
I hang, buoyant, watching, mesmerized
enraptured by this lustrous paradise
Like an Orchid in bloom
I fell for you
Little by little
I was consumed
Were do I sleep?
When thought and dream
You constantly seep
Into my heart
To become a part
Tethered to me
For all to see
Times were good
Some stressful too
But I was happy
Being next to you
I saw only you
You saw only her
And yet I fought
For you to be together
With the person
Who shined in your eyes
I should have no reason
To be this nice
To set up the person I liked
With the one she seeked
Even though it wasn't me
But now your leaving
The one who loved you
And everyone else too
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