Long Distant past Poems
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where did love go
when it left the even flow
of having and not having
the romance and the unknown
when the one that slept beside me
no longer seems beside me
and arguments have left me all alone
with my misdeeds, mistakes and groans
and hideous memories take hold
cruelties and vicious words were thrown
and the point of no return has been past
it was the final argument, surely the last
when last pleas have been wept
and final blows have been dealt
truly there is no hope for
the one with whom for years i slept
and in my loneliest hours i wept
are my feelings something inept
to the laws of God
where is justice now
it's vengeance must compensate
somehow
but silent are the wheels of justice
and unfair the time is to repair
the injustice i have done
sleep. rest while my fight is down
for surely if you were awake i would clown
but moments have past when i wish
the old you was around
that part of you that my love could arouse
sleep and dream of someplace better
where my bitterness is from you sheltered
safe from words that criticize
opinions that epitomize
and hide behind the disguise
of hatred and despise
against love our realities compromised
without success visualized
have come unfortunately to realize
our doom and demise
farewell, not so distant past
hello despair at last
with hearty destain we crash
with the ever remembered
love of the past
The castle stood within the walls
to guard the river Dee,
a garrison for many years
and steeped in history.
Across the street by its arched gate
a courtyard housed some folk,
the families of soldiers there
would laugh and smile and joke.
With cobbled square and gaslights
many memories lingered on
of times gone by in distant past
when life was not such fun.
Alone at night when in this place,
and sometimes even day,
you’d see strange shadows pass you by
as they went on their way.
A graveyard stood outside the gate
where you would hear the cries
of souls that were still roaming
in the place their body lies.
I saw them clearly through the years,
I shared my home with them
and in that yard I came to know
some truths hidden from men.
The spirit is a living thing
and dies not when we lose
the flesh we carry through our life
that’s given us to use.
But mankind’s mind is fragile
and easily may be swayed,
unless he takes control of it
he’s easily dismayed.
Confusion is the enemy
that ties him to the earth
and stops his spirit rising back
to where it had its birth.
A lifetime can be wasted
or even worse than that,
you may return less able
than when you were begat.
So now you’ve got a chance at life
don’t let it slip away
for you can wait for centuries
to see another day.
The message is quite simple
there is something we must learn,
don’t let life take you prisoner
now it’s time to have your turn!
Ivor G Davies
Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to make my heart sway,
now awaiting the urge within my soul to recreate
and so relive the charm of mystical echoes,
that here and now I may again celebrate
highs of yesteryears as also the lows.
What at first grips my fickle attention,
are not books or photo albums stored therein
but rather thick layers of dust that cause tension
and so the trusty bookshelf welcomes my break-in,
hoping that I may learn from error of my neglect,
reforming lethargic habits and pick up a book
and by doing so, at least offer some respect,
even if it ends up as but a cursory look.
Oh worthy storehouse of knowledge,
I applaud your ability to serve with verve,
judging me not irrespective if I acknowledge
the comfort you provide, which I doubt I deserve
for although many a friend has come and gone
your stoic presence in my life is reassuring,
to elevate my mood if I become forlorn
and so your presence is my mooring.
23-February-2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Living in shadows of times gone by
Are they real or just imagination
They flit by unable to be caught
Just like watching a flickering film.
There one moment gone the next
I see visons of days in Africa
Hot dreams of things that once
were every day happing's.
Like going on safari
hearing lions roaring
deep and gruff so close
You felt that you could touch them.
Swimming in the ocean
so clear one could see the bottom
fish flashing by through seaweed
fat slugs and blue jelly fish.
Nights that were nearly bright
as day time just a bit spooky
Shadows all around you
things flashing by.
Four a clock in morning
walking my dog and a tribe
of neighbours dogs that
joined us they were a pack.
That I had very little control
over, enemies at all other times
but woe betide any thing they met
they went like a pack for them.
These are just some of memories
taken from the distant past
I treasure these thoughts
of days long gone by.
Disillusioned
She remembers her childhood.
The thrill and new penny feeling of being outside when the sun has set! When shadows drew shadows that grew shadows.
The intoxicating sense that she wasn't being a “good girl”, that she was doing something forbidden. A feeling only, she had no words to define this.
All things were alive and friendly, all things and all people loved her. Never had she known low morals, harsh judgements, base emotions.
Why, an eight or nine foot tall mouse with a silly name and gloves was exciting and fun! Something she laughed at and clapped her hands with joy! A super friend she could play with…
…not a terrifying diseased rodent, protecting itself from fingerprint analysis, with idiot, inbred eyes and needle- sharp teeth hungry for her blood!
No, to her child eyes, her still under warranty, blue eyes, the crescent moon was a smile on the friendly face of the night sky. The two brightest stars, the eyes, that look at her with approval and decency.
A Montage of calendar pages rip away and float off screen …
…and we watch as the young blue eyes subtly change. They slowly lose focus and begin to look past us into the distant past, the soon to be future? Who knows.
She remembers her childhood.
When she believed no one meant her any harm. When she trusted that the dark night face of the sky, the crescent moon, was a smile. Looking down on her with love.Now…
...Now…
That bright crescent moon looks like a sneer. A sneer on the face of the demented, psychotic sky…
…leering at her.
LEERING. At. Her.
When happiness is just a mare dream
And everything is never as they seem
In memory distant past
And marriage just a fantasy Which never seems to last
When laughter is unheard even not for a while
And frowns replaces the sweet smile
When people live in silence
And friends who are worn out of affection and reliance
When love is an unknown word
And hate the thriving passion in an empty world
When life shows us it other side
And crushes our ego and empty pride
When pain is all that we have left
As we walk through life cleft
When we dance to the beat of frustration
And dines at the table of our mental aberration
When our tears defines the bitterness of life
And there leaves no redemption for our endless strife
When so many mysteries are left ravel
And we are just a creation full of gravel
When people are being natured to the highest point of
hate
And it leaves a far distance between us and heavens
gate
When no make up can hide the truth
And reviews all our worthless struggles in sooth
When people makes us go through hell
And the nightmare seem not to go even as we yell
When nothing seem not to be going our way
And it keeps on getting harder despite how much we
pray
When salvation is far from near
And we all have to live our lives in fear
When we all have scars of a broken heart
And our dreams and aspiration been ripped apart
When all that we have lies in the hands of fate
And we seen not to trust and rely on our faith
When peace is far behind us
And war the latest fashion that we all engross
When all these things come to pass
And all our hopes shattered like a broken glass
Every word cut so deep like a hidden knife
And people are merely shadows Just living an empty
life
She lay there quiet, alone and still
Surrounded by the trees
Resting silent upon the hill
As daylight slowly flees
The frame was torn and weathered down
The boards were soft from time
All was empty without a sound
She stood long past her prime
A distant past unknown to me
I’m sure she once stood proud
If she could talk your eyes might see
A braggart talking loud
Resting near the western border
On our farm I would roam
Through the woods and gate in order
To find the barn alone
The Old Back Barn my Dad had said
Was full of stories lost
But aging now she looked instead
Like she had paid the cost
Now an empty shell still stands
So barren and alone
But once she met our harsh demands
Her value was unknown
The talks I had there with my Dad
Surrounded by the trees
Now bring a smile and makes me glad
For love he showed for me
My friends would come to visit me
And in that empty place
We’d laugh and knew that it would be
A time that we’d embrace
A blast of cold would freeze the pond
That sat right by her side
But we would always just respond
By jumping on to slide
And in the fall we’d shoot our guns
The targets on the door
Talking about the days of fun
We could not wait for more
Those days now ring of measured time
Back then we never thought
That one day we would pass our prime
Such memories can’t be bought
We’d talk of how our life would be
We’d really spin a yarn
Remembrance flooding back to me
I loved that old Back Barn.
There is a quiet, silvery lane
Where I go walking when the day is done,
Ignoring the arrogant, bright sun
To seek the ghosts of what might remain.
They do not dazzle, they do not burn,
Just faint impressions on the velvet vast,
Whispering secrets from a distant past,
Waiting for a gaze that might return.
Perhaps it is folly, this tender, lonely quest,
To chase the shimmer of a spent desire,
To sit beside a long-extinguished fire,
And hope to feel its warmth within my breast.
But oh, there is a solace in the grey,
A tender beauty in the muted glow,
A gentle knowing that I chose to go
Where only lingering shadows choose to stay.
The world demands a beacon, sharp and high,
But I am faithful to the softest gleam,
The remnants of a lovely, broken dream,
That refuses to fall from the midnight sky.
I guide my heart by lights that faded low,
Finding my way in the tender afterglow.
Can't stop writing these love words to you
They keep flowing out with such ease
Never known passion the way I do now
My heart and soul you have seized
In a moment in time back on September 7th
My whole life was forever changed
Was thinking before that very fateful day
That real love was no longer in range
From then till forever, I feel alive again
With dreams of a passionate love
The girl I've adored for eternity it seems
Has reappeared, giving my heart a shove
Shouldn't be over, our age shouldn't matter
Great romances from the distant past
Have proven that love crosses all boundaries
Should be able to feel love to the last
So I repeat can't stop writing you love words
They flow from my pen with such ease
A testament to my burning love, my darling
No words more passionate than these
To my most Beloved, Lenore: This is Not really Good-Bye.
You are my Heart, Forever More: The salty TEARS, I Cry.
I’ll put you in a Golden Shrine, Deep inside my Heart.
Keeping the Vow I made to You: We shall Never part.
LENORE; your poetry is still with Me, Deep within my Mind.
I found another Poetess, like you Her eyes are Green.
After reading all Her poems; Long lost Feelings I did find.
I envision what SHE looks like, though I have Never Seen.
I read HER works and my Heart starts beating, BEATING FAST.
HER words of LOVE and LIFE;I heard, are words from a Distant PAST.
LENORE: YOU know I’ll love YOU until my Dying Day.
But now I found Another: I will slowly move Away.
I’m moving into Happiness; It’s there I want to Stay.
Until Our souls entwine Again, Upon the Judgment DAY.
Inspired by and Dedicated To Carrie Richards