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This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy!
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Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves
Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves
Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat
We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet
Taking in the reality-split dreams
The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams
With every glistening drop of clarity
We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity
Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk
Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk
Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords
A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford
Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum
Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum
Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds
Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds
Faith is left dying in a pit of despair
As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . .
Nothing seems fulfilling anymore
The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core
Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock
Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock
But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains
The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains
hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection
And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection
Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief?
And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep?
Like settling dust we merge our present with the past
Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast
Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left
Rebecca was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa,
Aged seven and was born in 19th December 1999,
In Droitwich Spa which is in Worcestershire county:
She trains, works out at Worcester Swimming Club.
Spotted by a British Swimming Vision for Rio guru,
She debuted internationally in Funchal, Portugal,
At the Swimming European Championships 2016,
Where she claimed a silver, missed gold by 0.02.
In Rio she came second to take home the silver,
For the SB13 category of the 100m breaststroke,
Striking the wall in a speedy time of 1:13.81 mins,
Just behind Fotimakhon Amilova of Uzbekistan.
Her local community honours her at Christmas,
By asking her to switch on the Christmas lights,
The Droitwich Christmas Lights, and she was,
The local year’s Junior Female Sportsperson.
Now Children the pink and purple pails are for the girls, blue and green for the boys
We are going berry picking down by the stone wall Mr. Bethel said we could pick his berries
too
The stone wall off limits to the Webb household, Bobby, Joe and Jim had the scars to prove it
Oh, “MOM“, (coil in fear, no crop) Thank-you What did Millie say; Are we going to make pies?
Ma’am didn’t know sign language, of course we will tell her she can wear the number 2 apron
Dotty, George, and I started running to the end of our property Slow down They’re
excited “Mom”
I know Alice listen you older kids will be paired up with the younger ones: Alice, George and
Harry
Virginia, William and Dorothy; Joe Jim and Robert; Rebecca you’re the best signer, You and
Mildred
Alice, yes Harry why did Ma’am say we could call her “MOM” my voice shakes when I say
Mom
I think all of us feel that way; but make hay while the sun shines, What? Just let her be
MOM today
Pick them ,don’t eat them Wow, Al ,that’s what Becky just said to Millie look Millie said they’re
so sweet
You can read that from over here Yep Millie and Becky have been teaching me. You know
what this means
Easy: I Love you too Where is George? Over there George your not suppose to be on that
side of the wall
It’s sprinkling , my pails almost full come on George let’s go back to “Mom” Alice go get the
other children
This is the first time since I’ve been here that we were all together, laughing and talking
while Mom smiled
As we got to the steps of the porch the sky opened sheets of rain a bolt of lighting , a sonic
boom of thunder
Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity
Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember
I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give -
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove
For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE
Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)
Since writing this collection of narratives
Poetry has taken on a whole new meaning for me
It allows me to express my inner thoughts
Without restrictions
To concentrate solely on the message
Without the sometimes daunting task of rhyme
A feeling of free and easy
Previously poetry had always been about rhyme
But I have since realized
Poetry can take on many different forms
This is the beauty of poetry
By the positive reviews I've been receiving
Seems like most people are in agreement
The day I started writing narratives
Was the day a whole new world opened up to me
Thank you Rebecca
© Jack Ellison 2014
There was a man with integrity that nobody can impugn.
The man who I'm speaking of was Daniel Boone.
This man was truly a great pioneer.
He lived a long life, nearly 86 years.
People are amazed by the incredible feats that he did.
In 1756, he married Rebecca Bryan and had ten kids.
As a young man, he served with the British military during the French and Indian war.
In July of 1776, he rescued his daughter and two other girls from Indian captors.
Sadly, the Shawnees shot and killed his brother Ned.
They thought they shot Daniel and that he was dead.
Boone was elected to the Virginia Legislature in 1781.
During an Indian attack, he lost another brother and Israel, his son.
He founded the town of Boonesborough in Kentucky.
When it came to having this frontiersman, we were lucky.
Boone went on to live until 1820.
People owed this true hero plenty.
Another lonely holiday and I can't bear to be alone.
No answer at the clinic... no one picked up the phone.
No one cares if I live or die. It's a good night to end it all.
I wonder if I'll be missed. I doubt anyone will even call.
I'm sure I have enough medicine to concoct my fatal drink.
I should wear something pretty. (Her drink left near the sink)
Dressed in the blue silk she wore for him, she looked her best.
Then she heard a timid knock. She was not expecting a guest.
Who is knocking at my door at this late hour of the night?
No fear of an intruder, she was past caring of any fright.
Through the peep hole she saw a lady standing in the rain.
What could she want with me when I'm feeling so much pain?
She opened to a smiling face and a bright and cheerful, "Hello.
My name is Rebecca and I just came by to let you know,
I was here earlier today, to share with you some good news.
I can see by your face that I've interrupted you, please excuse
me for knocking on your door so late tonight, but you see,
when no one answered this morning, I was worried as could be.
I thought I heard someone home, and then a muffled cry,
and I wanted to return tonight, so here I am, stopping by."
I closed my eyes and said a prayer, "God, can this really be?
Did You know what I was doing and sent her here to me?"
She came in out of the rain, and I asked her to take a seat.
Something in her demeanor gave me hope from my defeat.
"Excuse me a moment, but I need to take something for pain."
I took my fatal drink in hand and poured it down the drain.
From the Bible she read scriptures of comfort for my need.
I felt a glimmer of hope and in my mind I did concede
that what I had been missing was a reason to go on living.
Rebecca was a lifeline that night, instilling my faith and giving
me a new outlook on life. A visit from this Jehovah's Witness,
her knock upon my door, and my misery was turned into bliss.
December 21st 2015
Who is Knocking at My Door Contest
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Rebecca's poetry is impeccable
I am totally blown away
By this writer of beautiful poetry
In a class by herself, Triple A
Not only is her poetry totally divine
But to hear her recite it, I melt
With a voice as soft as an angel's voice
As delicate as I've ever felt
Honoured to call Rebecca a friend
This talented very sweet soul
I'm touched by this kind hearted lady
Rebecca with a heart of gold
Rebecca's poetry is impeccable
I am totally blown away
Her voice is as soft as that of an angel
She the sunshine of my day
My loving tribute to dear Rebecca Lucas
© Jack Ellison 2013
My brother and I are well-loved Teddy Bears
We come from a line of fine Teddy Bear stock
Our human appears to have no worldly cares
She likes having tea parties and loves to talk
We come from a line of fine Teddy Bear stock
There's tea every morning, we both lend an ear
She likes having tea parties and loves to talk
No one's in a hurry, that's perfectly clear
There's tea every morning, we both lend an ear
Rebecca is sweet and tells stories so grand
No one's in a hurry, that's perfectly clear
When each story's done, we applaud as we stand
Rebecca is sweet and tells stories so grand
Our human appears to have no worldly cares
When each story's done, we applaud as we stand
My brother and I are well-loved Teddy Bears
I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Debbie, Doris, Patti, Eydie, Skeeter, Brenda, Lesley, Holly, Sookie, Millie, Tammy, Sandy, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patsy, Claudia, Julie, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Stacy, Shelley, Stevie, Laura, Carole, Mary, Melissa, Maureen, Patti, Agnetha, Anni-Frida, Randy C, Angela, Vesta, Deniece, Linda, Crystal, Teri, Whitney, Jane, Jacklyn, Morgan, Sondra, Sandra, Nadia, Olga, Kelly, Kim, Michelle, Debra, Geena, Ashley, Renee, Diana, Liza, Bette, Ann, Nancy, Keren W, Michael S, Chaka Khan, Isabella, Rebecca, Jeanne, Faith, Beverly, Alicia S, Alison, Leigh, Avril, Laura, Maryam, Izabella, Josie, Elena, Silvia... from East and West, I surely do.
From North and South are my classmates, friends...
and You!