Long Life ring Poems
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Through shifting tides and skies of gray,
One light remained to guide my way.
Through storms and trials, you stayed by my side,
Whichever place, whichever time.
No fleeting love, no passing phase,
A bond that warmed my darkest days.
No matter the chaos, the pain or the fight,
You are my anchor, my shining light.
She grew up with a father’s name,
But felt alone, though not to blame.
They loved the celebrity, not her true self,
A child just wanting friendship past wealth.
Music runs through us, a timeless stream,
From my father's sax to the songs you dream.
The melodies play, but it's more than just sound,
In our hearts, this rhythm is always found.
In every chord, she found her way,
A friend in music, where thoughts could stay.
With every note, her soul would sing,
A dream to make her own life ring.
She stepped from the shadow, so vast and wide,
She found her way, with music to guide.
With every step, she claimed her name,
A woman now, not just part of fame.
I should like to hold you
For a little while if I may;
For nothing more than comfort
On this dismal, dreary day.
Locked within these thoughts that spin
Like spider webs in my brain;
Wishing I might see you walking
Right out in the rain.
Step by step no doubt you’d let
My weariness fade fast;
Like blackness chased away from light
As when morning comes to pass.
I’d give up nearly everything
To see you eye to eye;
To touch your face as we retrace
Sweet memories, bye and bye.
And if I could say one simple prayer
Or wish upon a star;
I’d pray that you could find me too
Knowing immeasurably how far.
I’ve let myself go like winds that blow
With no destination or direction;
My life ring and only song that still sings
Is remembering you
Are my Dearest
And
Deepest
Reflection.
Four seasons fill a year’s fullness of time
and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that season of youth’s Spring balm its prime
will reap the honied hive of years endured.
And golden Summer so brightly spangled
from whence its firstfruits cling the swollen vine,
lest it not plucked lays withered and tangled
only to fall a spoil buried in time.
For circles of life ring the culling tree
when Autumn its rich shedding off has cast -
so begins the end, a fading glory
in the long shadows of lusting days past.
Winter too, when the cold hoary bark wets
and the pale mortal sun upon us sets.
Written: May 2011
I got my gloves on, my hair tied up. I'm ready for today and whatever guilt throws my way. I am going to fight back, throw my untrue thoughts into the trash. Pick my self-esteem off of the mat, that's riddled with all my what ifs and should haves.
It's time to stand tall in this life ring. I'm tired of getting pummeled by my own insecurities. I am ready to take a step forward and throw a jab in; finally
to crawl out of this mental cave I have been festering in.
I just have to be strong, because my guilty conscience thrives on doing me wrong. I won't give it any power for it's not yours to make me cower; it's my life and you can't have it not now, not at any hour.