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I came upon a man today
Not socially distant in any way,
But sad and staring off into the sky,
I looked straight into his tearing eye.
What is it, I asked, that has colored you blue?
Is there any one that I may get for you?
Either by phone, or text or even by Lyft?
That may keep your heart from sailing adrift?
He shook his head no, while wiping his face,
And said My life was one big disgrace.
I've blown all my money on women
And cars
Not to mention the stacks I left at the bars.
But that's not what makes me unreasonably sad,
It's what I never did, what I thought that I had. .
I thought all the while that I was alone,
And could count on no one, my ego was blown.
But the truth was so simple, that I missed the boat,
And now my emotions are stuck in my throat.
I wish I had seen the spirit of life
It would have saved me years of strife.
Wasted hours of godless pursuits
Tasting all of the darkest fruits,
To see, in the end, my last hour is here
And all I've to show is sadness and fear.
The decisions I made were part of choice,
To never let anyone drown out my voice.
God was for losers with half of a brain,
Or blind hypocrites that just jumped on the train.
But it wasn't religion that was calling my name,
Just a faint whisper of the key to the game,
You're free to go your own selfish way,
Or choose to rise above all the fray.
When you draw your last breath,
There will still be some time
That you can respond to love,
In an affirmative cry.
I am sorry I wasted the hours and days,
You gave me to use to spread joy and praise.
But the silence looked through me
And saw I was lying,
And just grasping for anything
To avoid my dying.
So as you listen to me now,
Know I have lost my only call
To be with the Love that created us all.
I walk these empty beaches now
For eternity and a day,
While others stop and listen to what I have to say.
My fate is set in stone and hope, forever gone,
As my soul drifts from man to man,
Never to be done.
For hell is not flames nor fire, nor blood,
Nor gnashing of teeth or drowning in mud.
Hell is eternity of knowing that I
Chose my needs over God's, so each day I die.
I remember when I met this girl while I was stuck in the train station
Even if it was a brief encouter and we only made little conversation
I could'nt help notice her checking me out from the corner of my eye
And yeah there's me again in doubt , trying I was not to look so shy
She said you know I think further up the line, a train has broken down
And here I am again stuck in the rain, yeah I'm in some other town
I was hoping transport would arrive soon, but it did not look so great
I thought as I could still see the moon, so I guess that it must be late
You never exspect the unexspected, I hoped it would go some where
Just the feeling of being rejected, I thought she liked me by her stare
I thought she's having me on, as she was beyond the looks of a star
I'm thinking she's already seeing someone, that guy with the top car
I'm the kind who thinks, already I'm aprohensive while in her presence
If we went out she'd have you buy all the drinks and exspensive presents
To some she was not beautifull, but is beauty not in the eye of the beholder?
If I was king, she'd be queen of my castle, but if this I'd only then told her
But were on the next train and on our way home, we said our good bye's
If I'd half a brain I would'nt be on my own, dose she like soft hearted guys ?
Was she spoken for this girl?, then you know maybe I'd missed the boat
If I'd been more open on that day?, she could have been my one antidote
Written in memorie of a girl I met one saturday evening
Back in oct(2003) inspierd by events and conversations/ written(2004)
PLEASE NOTE THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP
BUT DECIED TO REEIT TO ORIGINAL FORM
I have really missed the boat, bypassing my responsibility
And now I feel like a goat as I look back and certainly see
So many of you have written and I did not even respond
But for all of you I am truly smitten and also I am very fond
I have no reason for there is no justification for this being the case
Like going out of season it’s a problem that I sincerely want to face
Thank you for every single kind word and all of your time and thought
And how your passions have stirred the happiness that I have always sought
Sorry if I offended any of you this was certainly never my intention
It wasn’t that I withdrew it was just Yahoo Mail failed to mention
But I still take all the blame for I should’ve checked my own site more
And now I feel some shame for never answering these knocks on the door
So I will try my best and become a better poetry soup citizen
Measuring up to all the rest, The way things were way back when
With my apologies to all for I fondly appreciate everyone on this site
I just wanted to give everyone a call and let you know that I wasn’t right
You know you’re out of luck
When you hear the carbage truck
At 6 o clock in the morning,
with a new day barely dawning.
That sound of metal churning
Sets your tired brain cells turning
Why is it you feel ill at ease
Before Christmas festivities?
Then with a bolt you sit upright
You know what you forgot last night
It’s already bursting at the seams
And now it’s shattering your dreams.
Jump out of bed, scantily clad ,
This is your only job as Dad ,
You cannot let the family down,
So grab your paisley dressing gown.
Fly down the stairs and grab the key
Look for your slippers frantically
For you can only contemplate,
That sure and certain deadly fate,
That will befall you should you fail,
(And all the Christmas plans derail),
Because you did not remember,
For that one time in December,
That the refuse bin collection day
Has now moved to a Saturday.
The dog, in canine style reflection,
Wonders why a simple bin collection
Can cause this human agitation,
Stress and clearly consternation?
A dog though, does not understand
That the blue bin is already crammed
With paper, plastic, card and tin
And cannot fit any more therein.
So keep the date and don’t forget
Or you will soon live to regret
The bin is full, you missed the boat,
So please just make a mental note !
Endlessly searching for what’s unknown,
Hoping someday, I will see my home,
Will I ever get the memo?
How will I know?
Or did it already happen,
A few moments ago?
Magical moments are shattered,
By an unsympathetic world, I can’t see,
Where the only thing that is important is the show,
But, it’s in a hiding place I can’t go,
Could I find solace?
A few days ago.
Missed hopes and dreams is what my life is all about,
Leaving me introspective in a wordless world,
As my karmic destiny seems to ebb and flow,
I wonder if I missed the boat,
A few years ago.
A cacophonous symphony of anxiety,
Leaving an imprint on my memory,
Was it simply a fantasy?
A lifetime ago.
Sheba was a bird brain – a dumb bunny for sure.
She had no idea she was a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe.
Not the blonde, over-glamorized, sensationalized Marilyn,
but rather the young, darling, innocent-looking Marilyn
the one who did not expect to be noticed. The woman
she was before she was knee deep
into publicity photos, glamour shots.
The Marilyn who wore ordinary Hush Puppies
and did ordinary wife stuff.
The Marilyn who had a knick-knack shelf.
How did I know that Sheba
did not know she was a dead ringer for young Marilyn? She was married to my husband’s riff raff brother, Sly, wasn’t she? Young Marilyn could have done better.
Sheba was a basket case, a nut bucket, a bit off the end of a short bus, but I still
felt I had a duty to tell her. My husband told me to “zip it” in the car on the way to their house.
He did not think she could “handle it”.
But I could handle him telling me what to say and what to not say?
Good grief, this man had a lot of re-learning to do.
I was the wife to help him.
His mother obviously missed the boat with this one.
And him being an only child too.
I decided to save my wrath until after we had eaten dinner
and had the dessert.
Sheba may have been two dendrites short of an oxcart handle, but her desserts were legendary.
You cannot imagine my wrath toward my husband after
that birdbrain served us a piece of store bought pie from Huckleberries.
I could have run over there and bought that myself any day.
My husband was really going to get it when we got in the car.
“Do you know who you look exactly like?” I asked Sheba.
My husband gave me a warning look.
“Marilyn Monroe.”
Sly fell off the couch laughing.
I guess two husbands are getting schooled tonight.
she made a desperate leap but once more missed the boat
had to absolve her failure by swimming in ablution creek
the water was murky and viscous but therefore she floated
the sheen on her skin blessed her strokes in polluted disguise
distant proximity posed a new challenge as she sifted the debris
of her sad heart punctured by thrash of emotions and feelings
as astern backwash propelled her journey back to its start
when she bobbed up and down to the bottom of her resolve
she felt the stagnant drift of many years by the ocean shore
where she had been unable to set neither sail nor cast an anchor
restless and yes apathetic she had watched her rusty engine
to stay close to the harbour of uncertainty and bracken water
like a bubble from sunken Atlantis buried deep in her soul
the missed ferry sank because of too many passengers aboard
who attempted to catch the same wavelength of rapid departure
and she threw them a lifeline for she knew about safe passage
dolphins jumped up and down to the applause of the lighthouse
keeper whose beard was so long as to serve as yarn for the rescue
sometimes missed opportunities deliver grace in selfless struggle
The longest time of our lives is waiting for the dawn.
When I see your eyes and feel your smile a new day has begun.
Wishing for yesterday but dreading tomorrow.
Only this once could time go backward to fix what was.
Living in love dying alone, where did the time go.
I'm still here but I'm alone.
Ill give up my life and a million tomorrows.
To relive that moment like there was no tomorrow.
I missed the boat ?? missed the plane .
Theres no way back but I can't complain
Creator gave me a choice To live or to die.
But I'll still tell the stories and why God oh why.
We live in a world that forgot the old ways so I hold in my heart the the song of a new age. You still hold my heart. Ours souls stay connected
We are miles apart do as you must but forever boo you still own my heart ??
Truly a horrible place to be in now knowing you were not saved
All the times from the Lord you'd flee, all those blessings waved
Every day that you let past and all the adoration that you missed
Even just the thought of Mass where so many have also remised
But there you are, so truly alone with everyone else left behind
Turning to you they groan in the hating even more of life's grind
But they and you are the same in that you both missed the boat
Before life was rather tame and of this you will begin taking note
As the worst is yet to come, such suffering has only just begun
With such death leaving many numb what used to seem, is done
Jesus has left you behind for you did not believe in His Holy Name
Rarely entering your mind and for that you now take all the blame
Today it all seems so surreal another Godless day among the rest
Showing Him exactly how you feel during such a short and brief test
The one that you just failed, and even in this will continue to do so
His Hands and Feet were nailed and you act as though you don't know
Luke 17:36
Two men shall be in the field;
the one shall be taken, and the other left(behind).
The marvellous Grace of our Loving Lord
It is something we cannot afford not to be grateful for
Nights are not forever
The sun is aware that darkness ends!
Make your vision so clear that your fears become irrelevant
Because the marvellous Grace of the Loving Lord is working!
Fear is but the sign that courage also exists inside of us
We have the Grace of the Lord that works in our midst
So you are beyond the tears breaking all the fears!
You have not failed
You have not missed the boat
You belong to your purpose even
If a river of darkness comes your way!
Stay glued to your purpose
Life carries storms and a blaze of sunshine so
Never decline your future
Because the Grace of the Loving Lord is working!
You are a creature of time
There is a future so
Deliver your fears in the face of adversity and
Remember that you are beyond the tears breaking all the fears
Because the marvellous Grace of our Loving Lord is with us!
Mark Frank
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