Long Lifesound Poems
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How beautiful and sweet, those memories,
when life was full of His and Her dreams.
But life carries on, and with it New Dawn,
Memories passed,Memories gone.
She forgets the sweetest sound
of his guitar's silver strings,
which played for her ,so beautifully,
which used to give her golden wings.
She forgets,She erase those memories,
those deep feelings meant to be,
those long streams of glittered dreams.
She heard the sound of his guitar,
She cried so deep,a tear,wet cheek,
Knowing new lyrics and new soft sounds,
echoed aloud, for a new born She,in seek.
The girl lost and so alone,far away
from her own Home,She hears a
sound so sweet,She hears,a sweet
new sound,the soft melodic
sound of flute,playing just for She.?
The wooden flute played music
of,'How do you do'?Music playing
just for you',telling her'I love you true'.
She heard the sweet music in his voice,
a beating drums of heart,Her choice.
She could speak,till she hurt her jaws,
He would listen,and come more close.
He would be there, forevermore,
If she just opened her wooden locked door.
and She looked back in Yesterday!
and heard again those verses play,
a chapter of words ,Dedicated in clay,
and She CarrieD on to a New Day.
Forgetting the path,which led her his way,
Hating the past,and His Guitar's play.
I revisit the Sound of Silence
Every now and again
To recover my lost Zen
And to try and reach down deep inside
And find my quiet place within.
It is hard to shut down my mind.
When the chaos of my thoughts
Rage eternally inside
Like the powerful forces of a hurricane.
But even from within
The great storm’s eye
There can be quiet from the din
Where a certain silence doth reside.
Inside, inside, inside.
It’s the sound of silence that I crave
Like the darkness of a cave
Like the quietness of a sacred bell
Unrung above the Nave.
Waiting to be rung
It’s melody perfectly unsung,
But waiting for its much desired release.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
It was so simple
All he had to do
Was what they
Told him
Stand straight
Wet your lips
Press the valves
And let the bugle do the rest.
The last few words
Were the toughest
“..Then goodnight, peaceful night;
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright.
God is near, do not fear,
Friend, goodnight.”
The melancholy sound
Lingered for a moment
Emotions evaporated
In the warm afternoon sun
Tears stopped
Then an uneasy silence
Came
As the mourners
Slowly left the cemetery.
He was just a regular soldier
There weren't any buglers left
The bugle
He played
Was electronic
With the press of a button
A sound came out
But who was to know
It was all make believe.
He waited
Half hidden
Under the shade of the trees
Nervously placing
The bugle
Back in its case
For him
There was no sense of satisfaction
Only of relief
That it was over.
Taking a deep breathe
He turned
And walked away
Just like they told him to.