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the mute swan's song
has an ambiance
where motion moves naught
it hovers in an existence
where time becomes meaningless
lighting is aloof, a halo shining down
the white bed becomes a herald of angels
ready to move as the song fades
into Empyreal Heights never to return
lights dance in the mind
racing from red to blue into green
the machines are performing
appointed tasks, measuring vitals
in their ending throes
wires and tubes feeding each moment
a record of the battle
as life succumbs to the inevitable
your eyes are closed
breathing has become shallow
holding your hand, grasping at life
adding each precious moment
to a memory long embedded in happiness
we grew into this silence, holding hands
lost in a simple joy of each other's company
when our souls existed as one
i look up and the breathing has ceased
she is free of this mortal coil
i bury my tears into her hand
the lights are blue, red, and green
have gone silent
rising to my feet i bend to kiss her
whisper into her ear
please take me with you
Sweet Swan of Avalon, sing now for me
let your quill mark my wish in grief
please take me with you
life is an endless tide
that holds us within its laws
caught within the flood current
we have no power over its ebb
there exists no safe harbor
free from the tidal laws
mother's thoughts on this were
mourn a day and return to the plow
life is about the living
whose last whisper into her ear
please take me with you
OKC 9/22
The term “swan song” comes from the belief that Mute Swans (Cygnus olor) were completely silent until the last few moments of their life, when they would sing a beautiful song. Although this is an ancient myth and was proven to be false, as far back as 77A.D., the legend has lived on and the term swan song has become mainstream.
Shakespeare himself frequently featured this bird in his writing and was given the epithet “Sweet Swan of Avon.” He remarked that, although it was mute, it sang its swan song when ready to die. In act 8 of his play Othello, she was remorseful to similarly remark, “I will play the swan and die in music. “
Acorns are falling
And autumns beginning to fade
Been lonely for sometime
Now I can’t find a smile
My shadow walks
But I can’t find my knees
A disarray of fallen leaves
Brushing away my ease
Carel is home
Caroling with the wind
December sings her song
Do you even notice I’m gone
Note to myself
The clouds are dipping low
I have to become something more
Before time lets me go
When everyone’s preaching the same tune
And only new founders loom
With decimated friends I fail to comply
Taking inventory among a pharaohs tomb
If you can’t appreciate me at my worst
How are you to recognize me at my best
He would sing a lot
From a voice that was dull
Walking on broken skeletons
This great wall of china moans
Shadows dance dimly toward your hand
as the sun brushes against the sand
Now that time won’t allow my stay
On this day that lives with us
My comfort seems to push you away
Now I can’t feel you there
I'm hearing that same telephone
from a neighbouring flat,
each day at that same time,
labouring with its ring-ding, ring-ding.
This is no neighbour whom I know
except that I glimpse that face, and hear that bell
each day at that same window
as she turns away from that ring-ding, ring-ding.
Does she love to hear it,
so then can turn her back to it?
How she gazes from that window!
Does she enjoy its ring, and can sing, sing?
Who calls from far or near?
Does that caller use this call
to sing, sing with a dial or buttons?
Is this the way to give a loving ring?
(13 May 2003)
If I have the time, I’ll wait eons, to greet you in scarlet dawn
As you marvel its vermillion garb embossing marigold arc
Emanating golden sparks, piercing hazy contours of dark
While gilded ripples glisten pond, where floats a snazzy swan.
Listen I’ll, to the music of morn, in songs of gentle breeze
Quivering new growth on barren trees where chickadees sing
Shedding dread of winter, in adoration of vibrant spring
As you thrill in waltzing hills, where green conifers wheeze.
Ambling through idyllic meadows of my coveted dreams
I’ll emerge in gilt-sunshine on silken petals glinting dew
Where pink and purple rosy blooms enliven to enchant you--
Meeting you where giggling streams glitter in amber beams.
By your side in a quiet spot, I’ll watch the sparrows fly by
Hopping from branch to branch in euphoric random dance
Scurrying suddenly in curvy flight, inviting your glance
Celebrating freedom, flying high, into expansive blue sky,
And compose a chapter of doting allegory in romantic glory
Lingering in hearts where cadent verses of desires sway
Turning up the tempo, letting life’s ravishing rhythms play
As hours and days accumulate slowly, into eternal love-story.
December 17, 2019
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When it comes to the end of time
And the sun does not shine
No crying nor rooms filled with tears
My spirit and soul will be at rest
set free, set free indeed
Miss me you may, only for a little while
And now take your head out of the sand
Just remember the love we once shared
Yes miss me, but you must go on
For this journey, I must take alone
It’s part of God’s master plan
That all must take on their own
Step out of one world into another
No more sickness no more distresses
Gone out of this physical world
Into the one unseen
The hills are high, the valleys are low
Both are between two mountains side
I will see no shadows there
I shall fear no rain that falls
I shall hear the nightingale sing
Which will signal the coming of the King
Who is wise let him hear
That voice playing in their hearts
And consider the great love of the Lord
So let go that He may be apart
Rain falls outside my window so softly,
the grass, flowers and trees need it awfully,
and I sit drinking tea listening calmly.
Drip, drop and wind chimes whisper,
and wind chimes whisper.
In the distance the splash of cars on the road,
yet, there is a silence and the world has slowed,
I can taste a sweetness that will soon explode,
Drip, drop and wind chimes whisper.
Hidden in dripping branches - a bird twitter,
looking closely I see it quiver and a wing flutter,
then a chickadee appears to sing and chitter,
Drip, drop and wind chimes whisper.
There is a delicious smell in the hazy air,
I breath it in without a worldly care,
as raindrops are falling on my soaked hair,
Drip, drop and wind chimes whisper.
I touch the drooping garden flowers as I twirl,
spinning in a glorious dance- I whirl,
the why of nature flows into the soul of this girl.
Drip, drop and wind chimes whisper,
and wind chimes whisper.
____________________
July 25, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My Five Senses
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1045-880-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Five Senses
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Second Place
Ionah :the third part
(Long and Dusty Road)
Hands sinking into wet sand mouth full of salty kelp
Head thumping from breath held to long
Limbs weary from swimming in deep blue sea
Smelling of fish and oceanic pulp
Sun baked skin covered in salty sheen
Tattered clothes flapping like flags
Blown by heat filled air as I walked the road
To the city of magnificence and wealth.
I stood a while watching the gates
Open and close as traders and merchants
Came and went about their daily trade
With no thought or care about their fate.
A raggedy man was I as I stepped inside
Would they listen and laugh or stone me dead
Do they deserve this truth I bring
Do I care if they worship and sing?
A P MCINTYRE 2012.
Ooh I'm in love with poems that rhyme
Poems enrapture by their tuneful chime.
Ah hickory dickory dock
It's fun to see poems roll n rock.
Poems with a merry, cheery catchy tune
whisk me into that classic poetic boon
Poems embroidered with melody
send me forth into rhapsody
Just try your voicebox at a sing-a-long
and watch a poem go ping pong, ding dong.
Ah, it's poems with a funky beat
that are to me such a poetic treat
They are the ones that have
swept me off my feet.
Bouncy rhythms in rhyming verse
could be enjoyed even if they be a rant or terse.
I enjoy poems which bear those vivid rich tones
they'd even make ringtones for my cell-phones.
Poetic stanzas that have excellent symmetry
are my weakness in the realm of poetry.
Admirable is a well-structured rhyme scheme
provided you don't upset or stray from your theme.
Even silly nonsense rhymes give me a reader's thrill and fun
but meaninful rhyming ones
are ofcourse a bonus
as they make a two-in -one.
Ah poems with an astute rhythmic flow
are the ones for which you can take a bow
For no Dinars, dirhams or dime
do I sell my rhythm and buy your rhyme.
If you rhyme and write in meter
you can be sure I'll be your reader.
HAPPY RHYMING, CHIMING.
And jingle bells sing ring.
Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine.
On balcony this moonlit night,
thy glory, shalt I hold close to me.
Thy wondrous eyes, that shine so bright,
into mine Soul of Love they see.
As I look on thy temple fair,
on the living sun, that Is thy face.
Before me, beauty is standing there,
a woman's beauty, an Angelic face.
A silver light upon us shines,
as thy face, I cup with my hands.
Tonight, blessed Love Is yours and mines
as before us, Love's dream stands
Upon thy lips, Love's kiss I place,
the sweet divine now stands before me.
Here on earth, this Is Heaven's space,
happy In the moonlight with thee.
Here In praise, mine heart doth sing,
in Love's triumph, Passion doth spring
Now, let our Loving hearts take wing,
let us both share the Love we bring.
We stand on a balcony of Love,
put your hands so gently Into mine.
Come, join with me, In the stars above,
where both our Loving hearts shall shine.
Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine
I'm wondering when
next time we meet,
what form we'll take
in the next heartbeat
Will we be the rays
that blaze from the sun,
or could we be sprays
from when time begun
Maybe as nightingales
we’ll sing to the moon,
or maybe as wolves
we’ll sing our own tune
Would that we shifted
dimensions and time,
maybe our hearts
would beat the same rhyme
Maybe as echos
through deserts vast,
or maybe a comet
that moseys on past
Will we be leaves
that glisten the trees,
or will we be wind
that blows to the seas
Whatever we will be
and wherever we become,
set our spirit free
we are one anthem