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When I was young I thought I knew
How to talk and speak with you
But time has put a wedge between
My angel, conscience, inner being.
I spoke to you , I spoke to you
The one who told me right from wrong,
Comforted me all the day long.
Helped me choose which way to go,
When undecided, I just didn't know.
I spoke to you. I spoke to you.
Some call you Gabriel,
My Guardian Angel, I did tell,
My hopes, my fears, my dreams to be,
Untold to others, was free with thee.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
Comfortable, believing that you were there,
To guide me through every prayer.
You had a name I knew it then,
I said it time and time again.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I was a child of seven or eight,
I knew when called I need not wait
For you my angel to appear
To clear my conscience and my fear
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
The older I grew, less time was spent
Talking to you,trying to vent
Friends became closer to me,
I shared more with them and left you be
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
Now as I'm in the prime of life
Mother to my son, no longer a wife,
I wonder late at night if you
Will answer my questions like you used to do
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
Afraid to test, afraid to fail,
Wanting and hoping you did not bail
Praying that your still at my side
To light, to guard,to rule and guide.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
My faith has told me you are here.
Watching over me and always near.
My pride, my walls have all come down
Last night,I spoke with no one around.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
My Guardian Angel you were there,
You listened and helped with every prayer,
My hopeless feelings, lonely, just me
Ended last night when you returned to me
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I"ll speak to you, yes speak with you.
a crisp chill fills the early morning air
dew drops periodically appear on the
yellowing blades of grass
as a light frost coats
shimmering panes of glass
viridescent leaves
have long become burnt umber under the
emerging light
bronze branches
are losing their grip on decaying foliage
scattered
beneath is a graveyard of the last remaining
memories of summer
crunching
under the feet of cawing crows
looking for a feast among the
mulching wreckage
as a swift wind sweeps in from the east petioles separate
from slender twigs
dispersing the final layers of a once cherished umbrella in
the midday heat
what thrived in the prime of life now lays among fading
tomorrows
and bygone warmth
night begins to coat the faraway skies
and with it brings the first signs of a bitter winter
the last remaining signs of vibrancy fly away with the
canadian geese
now all i'm left with is the hollow emptiness of a forlorn
season
lighting the wick of an ivory candle just to have a flicker of solace in this deadening
dark
Inspired by :
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart). I am never without it."
E.E. Cummings
Placed second in :
A-Types of Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Spring I Relish Your Shine
Sweet shining spring, season of birth
Perfusing life and scent to plants
Restoring joy and mirth on earth,
I relish your whispering chant
Near rivers, forests and gardens
Garlanded with flowers for men.
In the very depth of my heart
Rests the sparkling heart of your shine
Ever since your charm was an art,
Lingering in the vestige of time,
Igniting the expanse of the space
Shimmering as season sublime
Heralding prime of life apace,
Yet unwilling to quit pristine
Outputs of your own elegance
Under cover of your brilliance,
Resplendent with your radiance.
Seduced by your shining splendour,
Here let me carve some humble words
In memory of your wonder,
Never without flowers and birds
Endlessly serving as stewards.
"To love is nothing. To be loved is something.
But to love and be loved, that’s everything."
When you are in warm handshake with love
All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove
You never cease soaring in aptitude to dissolute
Your thirst to drink more from love’s well is absolute
By devotion of countless emotions
The extent you hope to sail is beyond oceans
Nothing seems impossible
And by counts, every dream achievable
My story to tell is like most few ever told
It began on one late night, a walk alone in the cold
From afar beneath the cloak of total darkness
From henceforth arose my redemption from coyness
A portrait work of God’s intellect and perfection
Her appearance flaunts in blissful ignition
Nature’s gift hardly to reject
And by acceptance, patiently unwrap and inspect
Elizabeth by name, in her prime of life
Swore I to champion her test, master in all strife
Failing is an option potion to auction for glory
In such stature of her nature, I offer my best act honorary
Seasons washed ashore, the bonding mightier
The relationship happier and healthier
My queen no longer was one but two
By an act profound, her being two only takes two
A charming prince forth joins the family
Merrily and happily, the family chants joy so lively
Having my queen trust and love
Seeing my prince smile out of love
My greatest joy definable by no records
Descriptive by means of no words
A funny thing happened on the way to my house.
Another balmy spring evening whiled away in the park,
Swinging through examination blues and unrequited crushes.
Those rocky teenage years!
Homeward-bound, my best friend and I,
Via avenues bowered by cherry blossom in the prime of life.
Tranquil thoughts and cheerful chatter.
Dusk was falling.
Suddenly conversation was curtailed.
A twinge of anxiety.
Panic over, the crawling car advanced up the road.
And stopped! Window down this time!
It waited for us to pass then resumed its creeping tempo.
The tension rose. We picked up pace.
There it was again, the menacing vehicle,
awaiting our approach.
No words exchanged but a fleeting glance
triggered the alarm;
A grotesque appearance repelled the eye.
Decision made. At the nearest house we rang the bell
And explained our anxiety.
Our liberator ushered us into the lounge,
Where a sea of eccentricity greeted us.
The doorbell rang. It was him!
Behind us the latch clicked firmly closed.
We stood face to face with our ‘pursuer’.
And then the penny dropped.
He had been checking the house numbers
Simply wanting to locate the address
Of the fancy dress party.
Our ‘good Samaritan offered us a drink.
We sheepishly declined,
eyes lowered, faces reddened.
We made our excuses
And laughed all the way home!
I was in the prime of my life on paper, I had
a lot to live for.
I came from a loving family, that were educated
I myself graduated with honors from Harvard.
I had an amazing fiance that I adored very
much,
However I was a phenomenal actress that
was very sick.
I had bipolar disorder and I hid it from everyone
including my family.
When I was high I was high, but when I was low
I was extremely low.
I thought about death every second and hour
of day.
I couldn't shake it , did I want to die?
Of course not but I felt like I had no choice
It was something that I had to do.
I planned the whole thing, I even picked
out my theme music on that melancholy
day.
I craved death and I was thirsty for it,
I wanted my death to remembered as
something beautiful.
Boy was I in for a rude awakening and a
big dose of reality.
When my loving man found my lifeless
body he wailed and convulsed,
He caused me to see that love does
not die.
But I didn't plan what he did next
He went and got the gun we had for
protection and took his own life.
I replay that scene over and over in my
head.
For I am stuck in between life and death,
It is pure hell and it is torture and far
worse than it was when I was alive.
Inspired by the “Death” contest
5-17-18
Look at me now fifty and still in the hole
Never figured it’d be this way once I got old
Seems somehow I got misdirected down the wrong road
When I started on life’s journey I had a totally different goal
I had my dreams of big houses and fancy cars
Hanging out with big shots ,in the hip fancy bars
But seems my dreams were as hard to reach as the stars
And trust me I’ve tried you can tell from my scars
Now I only blame myself , so don’t be mistaken
I spent far too much time giving when I should’ve been taking
Had all the opportunities they were mine for the raking
But did not take advantage ,,,,and it’s not worth the faking
See when I started out ,I was at the perfect pace
My heart, my mind, and even Jesus was in the right place
In the prime of life it all disappeared without a trace
And somehow I lost faith and fell short of some of my grace
looking back on all that i see how much has changed
i been blessed with a wonderful life forget the fame
might not have it all but i have my health ...cant complain
SEE I HAVE A NEW LEASH ON LIFE AND GOD HOLDS THE REINS..
the moral to this story and I've learned it to be true
if you don't give up on God he wont give up on you
if you think that you are the only one who has any troubles
imagine what senior citizens are having to struggle
they are no longer in the prime of life nor in the best of health
but they have survived up to now with The Lord God's help
now unto Him I give my righteous dedication
surviving each day because of Jesus' salvation
I declare the God is my life's omnipotent source
with Him I have no need for human nor earthly recourse
now unto Him who is able to do exceedingly
my omnipotent source above and beyond the call of duty
now unto Him who is able to do abundantly
my omnipotent source with a heart and hand full of plenty
now unto Him who is able to give above all
my omnipotent source who always hears my calls
now unto Him whom all i have to do is ask
for He is the only One able to do any task
God is my omnipotent source and on Him I can rely
my omnipotent source, my unlimited power supply
It's not because of anything that I had done
It's only because to Him I am an adopted one
my Father, my Messiah, my Redeemer, my Savior
now unto Him I live a life of Godly behavior
to survive in this world you must rely on God's spiritual force
for unto Him, my unlimited power source
I'm not the first I know
But will I be the last
This dirty side you show
We've definitely moved to fast
Who else has been here
Do the faces blur into one
Everything now is coming clear
And no I'm not having fun
You wish you had a doll instead of a girl
Never returning to the last
Your touch now makes my toes curl
A sickening feeling from the past
What did they have that I don't
Not much to offer I guess
You told me to scream but I won't
The blood makes such a mess
She was the women you loved
A replacement you work to create
Your hands both tightly gloved
You tell me I'm lucky number eight
Ashamed and naked I lay
For all the world to see
Someday I'll make you pay
In the next life it may be
They wonder where I am
No one would ever expect
This lion prays on a lamb
Your last prize to collect
A place I've never seen
And still will not
Your hands have been scrubbed clean
The desert I lay in is hot
3 years to find my body
My best years are gone
They make you sound gaudy
And turn me into a delicate swan
Plucked from her prime of life
To let rot and decay
All for the love of your wife
Whose body next to, I do lay
Today
I heard them say that things were now much better.
That place, which I had founded by God's Grace
And into which my soul was poured
Now has new staff, directors and another board.
It's changed from early years
So when I come to chat, I sign a visit book
And reception sometimes gives a sideways look
To wonder 'who is he?'
All that work, the self's esteem, confined to
Annals on the shelf. It's come, it's gone
And all is now a 'once has been'.
My prime of life is slipping well behind,
A runner slowing in his race and then
Another pack begins to lap and overtake
With faster pace than mine, now fading
Eyes now counting every shortened stride,
Still bright, though, still lifted to the finish line.
Will it be a race well run?
Too late to start from blocks again.
Besides who wants the blows, the knocks
The daily strain. For those who run
Their life race well the finish is a passing line
Another Starter's gun, a new race just begun
And so this final turn upon the track
Though slow, holds promise of a head
Held high, and joyful shouts when passing by:
'Well done! Well done! a race well run!
Now come and place your hand in Mine'