Looking at my hands
Still young to
Grasp a brush for
Gracie's ponytails
And strong enough
To tickle my big boy Dylan
Patting my kids back heartily
As I hug them
Soft enough
To glide my fingertips
Across my lovers arms
Fresh enough to touch the sick
In my presence
I realize as I trace the veins
That they'll be knobby and
weak
One old day and I'll flip
Pages of photo albums and
Pages of poetry
Remembering my full life
A day will come I won't
recognize they belong to me
Wrinkled and thin skinned
As they pat my grandchild's
Soft young hair
May my
Old hands remember
To tell me their stories
Each day as
My loves are busy making
Their own stories
Hoping I smile often
And rest that final rest
With each fingertips memory
There was a day when I couldn't speak..
A day when I was small and meek..
I cried to ears that couldn't hear..
Only got consumed by many fears..
My screams were muffled and silent..
My hands couldn't write straight, only bent..
Words that came out had no direct feeling..
I stood on a stage where only seats had a meaning..
Then my voice was finally heard over the noise..
Now I sing in lines that are played with like small toys..
Piano keys and a paint brush are my screams..
But only poetry and love can fulfill my dreams..
Fairways and skylines are my picture..
Just a man who wanted to be heard and not just a fixture..
this morning as i slowly rouse
i blink my vision to dappled wall
awareness of a hunger to douse
i slowly rise my frame to call
attention to today's mundane task
while equally sunning the wonder
the Sol outside myself to bask
probable late day storms 'n' thunder
the monkey chatters for coffee cup
the cup fragrant and life so sweet
standing still an appetite kicks up
for lasting meal of fruit and wheat
a bunch of grapes be red or white
a slice or two of hearty bread
would make for a repast to delight
and ease stomach into day ahead
if this is the first bite of the day
or of my life, the last meal
i can't imagine a more satisfying way
to embark in today's events to reveal
© Goode Guy 2011-06-19
true story
At the end of the day the silence is real
My peace of mind seems to be what it steals
Thoughts fly by much like a freight train
I wonder to myself is any of this sane?
At the end of the day the moment the sun goes down
With the vanishing light it seems no one is around
The tick of the clock seems to slow and time crawls
The things that disappeared I realize them all.
At the end of the day I reflect on myself
But in the darkness I became someone else
I can’t stop it as I feel myself slip away
Yesterday blends in and joins with today.
At the end of the day I lay myself down
I close my eyes dreamland I’m bound
When I awake the world starts anew
At the end of the day that day is through.
I know the pain of loss,
I know the joy of love.
And I know the intense lonliness,
When loved one go to Heaven above.
Now I know how much they meant,
To the life I knew before.
Now I can only look forward to the day,
When I too, walk thru Heaven's door.
Such a reunion there will be,
The singing and laughter will fill the air.
There will be a love like no other,
And time will pass without care.
Until that day comes for me,
I will hold their memories in my heart.
And when that day arrives,
Loved ones will never again need part.
Turn away…
Far away from the ever streaming noise, rioting
The endless flow of useless chatter and rhetoric
Bombarding in attempt to arrest my psyche
Seeking to break down defenses
Searching for a hairline crack!
The clamor, deafening; the surge, relentless
Grinding into senses, demanding notice!
Folding into my every waking moment
From dawn through the height of day
Ferocious, bold, they hang deep into night
Sleep comes slowly, yet at times brings no respite
Like ink they seep into dreams
Long after the twinkling stars are hid
By the expanse of a navy velvety sky
Turn away…
Turn away to welcome the silence
In midstream, day or night
I must tune into myself; turn away from constant din
Let them fall into vast emptiness
Fall upon the heap of useless chatter
I will listen to the silence; savor the music in my soul
Hear the rustling leaves on tree branches
Glistening in the noon day sunlight
Beneath cloudless baby blue skies!
A birthday card that gets there late,
A day or two beyond the date,
Becomes a nice way to remind
The celebrant that, though inclined
To feel that special day is done,
It isn’t quite, to everyone.
And so it lingers, like a scent
That keeps the air quite redolent
With memories of the time just past
Before they dissipate at last.
Of course, although it feels so good
To open cards sent when they should,
The late ones, we can thus surmise,
Provide a blessing in disguise.
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
To all pursuers of dreams
Think of your dream as a castle
On this day at this moment
You stand on the parcel of land
On which that castle of yours is to be built
You can choose to stand as long as you would
...and do nothing but wish
Or you can begin by removing a stone
...from where it shouldn’t be
Or drawing a line where you wish to dig
Point is, you must begin
You must start now to do something
For if you don’t do something toward that dream today
Tomorrow it shall still be waiting to be done
It shall face you accursedly for not having done it yesterday
Any hesitation to do the necessary means
The completion of your castle shall have been delayed
By yet another day
...the day you stood wishing... and doing nothing
Ignoring that little that should’ve and must’ve been done
If and before the castle of your dreams
...is to stand boldly in the air
...for all to see and for you to own and cherish
All work must diligently precede
Hence a day at a time is the best guarantee
Not long ago they shared as one
Each thought was precious; each day was fun
Now hours drag by, never regained
No words are spoken - silence remains
They're building walls with indifference as mortar
Sharp words are used to expand the border
Unwilling to break through walls of silence
They can't find agreement, only defiance
No closeness, no goals, no support, no caring
Their paths have parted; they exist without sharing
Life's journey seems endless; they've come just so far
Cold spirits don't grow as they seek whom they are
Silence is a heavy, decaying sensation
They search for aloneness in retaliation
They've lost personal confidence they knew before
They wither and wilt as they daily mature
Where did their paths part? What day did it start?
They're every day lonely with heavy hearts
They look for a crossroad to meet again
Re-build as partners and remain as friends
I pray words can come to me one day
-Without the lingering of sorrow and regret.
That one day I can trust and hope and pray
-Without remembering our woes.
I pray one day my soul to cleanse
To be awashed anew again
But today my lord I ache to know…
These words are but the shell
Of faith we used to know.
Why do I speak to thee?
When inside these vows are dead to me.
How do I find that long-lost love?
The humility and honor to know it’s true.
I can not start this book again,
And skip the pages I’d rather not see.
I can not erase the lines
That should never have to be .
So tell me Lord, how to start a different book.
Define that word “faith”,
so I can comprehend this new chapter.
Help me rember how faith and hope inspires-
And how belief creates the miracles worth living.
There are many
Shades of me
They cover you
And color me
I can be any hue I want to be
Black or white
Neon bright
A darker color when we fight
A softer shade
Relaxed for when I sleep
A blue for when I’m feeling low
When wide awake, a light yellow
A range of shades for everything
When ready I’m an aubergine
I change from day to day you know
Like many colors of the rainbow
I shine brightly for all to see
Growing daily like the evergreen
ANY THING…
Even though studied well…
Or not at all studied…
A day of examination comes!
Without result
May be ended in the history…
Or may make a history!
Certainly, any thing
*
Any feeling
That may end with you
Or may be cherished
An inspiration for the coming generations!
Any truth
That may be annihilated in time’s womb
Or may carry that dreamt of new times!
Any philosophy
May be a closure to the old history…
Or a sprout for a new fate!
*
Enjoyed or not
A closing day comes.
Life is also an examination-
Still there may be a higher step to escalate…
Or getting on to the last step!
Any thing…
Surrounded by all of these people
Yet never felt more alone
Lived in so many different places
Yet never found a home
So many chances to make it right
But i always get it wrong
So many times that I should be patient
But things always take too long
And maybe one day it'll be fine
We'll be okay and the sun will shine
But lets be honest that will never be
Things will change, better or worse?
We'll have to wait and see.
Feeling like i'm tightly boxed in
In a space that never ends
Walking straight along the road
That twists, turns and bends
Praying inside that thing go right
But saying that it'll go wrong
Muted by my own supression
Yet ready to burst into song
And maybe one day it'll be fine
We'll be okay and the sun will shine
But lets be honest that will never be
Things will change, better or worse?
We'll have to wait and see
If I had one day left to live
I would sign that card to make sure my organs I give.
If I had one day left to breathe
I would spend some time just taking in the breeze.
If I had one day left alive
Living it to the fullest I would strive.
If I had one day left to pray
I would ask God for a beautiful day.
If I had one day left to enjoy
I would read my son a last bedtime story.
If I had one last meal to make,
I would eat potatoes and a real rare steak.
If I had one last dollar to spend,
I would buy something nice for my best friend.
If I had one last poem to write,
I would make sure that the words rhymed right.
If I had one last sunset to see,
I would want my wife sitting alone with me.
If I had one last gasp of air,
I would want my children all to be there.
But please don’t worry, I am really okay,
Just sitting here wondering about my last day.
I am today, what yesterday wrought
what the day brings in, what my soul has bought
the spirit that leaves as the day grows strong
what's left in shadows from yesterday's song
I am right now, what tomorrow brings
without the luster, without the dreams
headstrong tolerance, disposition wasted
from bittersweet memories that I once tasted
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