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How melancholy I yawn then sigh
When recalling who I was 2 year's
ago just before Covid-19 struck
I was doing alright getting bye ok
But fast forward currently to today
and I now feel completely different
As luckily enough for me though I have
not nor a close family member suffered
any ill effects had to be hospitalized
or far worse die
What I got instead is a sinking feeling
in the pit of my stomach and hole in
my heart that I fear may just be terminal
It's almost as if the world I thought and
have come to know throughout this
time has slowly ebbed the joy most
certainly has its in my rear view mirror now
And with it taken any hope a vaccine
or cure will be found in order to save
my fragile sanity from shattering
So i find myself asking who can and does
a Jester call when they themselves are
feeling down and in need of cheering up
And also at this moment I find myself
contemplating not quite sure if and
where redemption resides
But if it can't rain all the time
Better get busy living or busy dying
Said the Crow to the raindrop splitting
hairs on the Reapers scythe
What's kept you
For I have been long expecting you
Can't you see I have already packed
all of my baggage
Into the bin-bag's under my eyes
I am in this for the long haul
To live is Jesus
not merely to breathe,
but to carry His name
in every step beneath my feet.
To live is to surrender
when my heart wants control,
to choose His will above my comfort,
and let Him possess my soul.
I will not bow to approval,
nor tremble before the crowd;
for what is the praise of people
when I can make my Savior proud?
Let them misunderstand me,
let their voices rise and fall;
I would rather stand with Jesus
than be applauded by them all.
For Christ is my life,
and Christ is my gain;
whether through joy or through suffering,
His presence remains.
If I live, let me live for Him.
If I serve, let me serve His throne.
If I speak, let His truth be heard.
If I walk, let His footsteps be known.
And if one day my earthly breath
is taken from my chest,
I will not call it the end
I will call it entering His rest.
For to live is Jesus,
and to die is still Him.
In life, He is my purpose;
in death, He is my treasure.
So let the world keep its approval
Let its riches fade away.
I have chosen the better portion
Jesus, yesterday, today, and always.
What worth is a life
if Christ is left outside?
What worth are millions
when eternity is denied?
So whether I live or whether I die,
one confession will remain:
Christ is my life.
Christ is my hope.
Christ is my beginning.
Christ is my end.
To live is Jesus
to die is still Him.
The troll was delighted when a wrinkled up crone wandered in.
She had an unassuming air about her, and a giant wart upon her chin.
I can pop her in my oven he thought; I bet her flesh is mighty tasty.
If he had understood Broom Hilda, he would not have been so hasty.
BH was sizing him up. She could practically taste his thighs and hips.
She had taken down trolls bigger than him, some as big as battle ships.
She took out her bag of magic, and pulled out her wand of choice.
It was a beautiful dragon-scaled beauty from her cousin Ugly Joyce.
Troll was making plans to choke her when she gave her wand a swish.
He landed on his petootsie surprising his dog, crow, and fighting fish.
What is happening? They wondered as the old woman gave a jump.
She began to bash and kick him, turning him into a fleshy clay lump.
He was easy to put into the oven, but she had no idea how to turn it on.
He crawled out an hour later and asked his pets, is that old lady gone?
She had wandered into the village that was way down a cobbled hill.
The troll thinks of her often, for he has PTSD and nightmares still.
Body letting me down of late
Knees, back, hips crying for relief
Holding onto a park bench for support
Voices approached, a group of young folk
Once I was as you are today, my thoughts
I stood before them, standing proud
Smiles all around, no sound, no movement
My body creaked, looking for support
A hand reached out; do I reach out?
A hand touched my shoulder, my pain subsided
Tears rolled down my cheek at this interaction
The group stood in silence, waiting for what
Would you care to join us on our walk?
My name was asked, I replied with pride
Eyes met eyes, I have met you before, feelings
We strolled the coastline, silence prevailed
A hand reached and held my hand
No pain worries as we strolled on
A voice broke the silence
This is the end of the path, spoken quietly
Sit awhile and think things through
Another bench, providing comfort and views
Deep breaths taken, is this all true?
Turned to thank the group of young folk
No one there, I shook my head in disbelief
I stood to walk away, pain once there was now gone
I now realised I was laying on the ground
My eyes looked into eyes seen before
A hand reached out offering help
A grip so strong helped me to my feet
Then I realised I was standing on my own
I walked away shaking my head
Pain no more, a happening performed.
Barefoot she walked along the sandy shore,
her golden hair soft fluttering in the breeze.
Like gossamer the flimsy dress she wore,
her soul at peace with joy and youthful ease.
The island shimmered in a summer haze
across the bay, the sea so calm and bright.
As in a dream, it caught and held her gaze,
Her quickening heartbeat spoke of her delight,
as at a lover's silken touch sublime.
The sky had deepened to a burnished gold,
a spectacle of eloquent design
and artistry, exquisite to behold.
She felt the warmth of sand between her toes,
and at the water's edge, the rise and fall
of distant oceans did their truths disclose.
In perfect harmony she heard their call,
an ancient call that echoes down the years,
to speak of things unknown and deeds as yet
undone, and pleasures ofttimes turned to tears,
as lovers' hearts she breaks without regret.
She pauses and with scarce a backward glance,
she steps into the silvery beckoning foam.
It welcomes her as in a merry dance,
of kindred seaborne spirits coming home.
Her lovely form is taken by the waves
and she is gone.Her footprints in the sand
alll that remains of everything he craves.
Forlorn and unbelieving, still he stands.
At length he hears, above the ocean's swell,
a phantom whispering in the wind, "Farewell".
Caught in a vortex
Gripped by turbulent fingers
Drawing me downward
Panick stricken stimulation
Rushed through my mind
Mesmerized by depth
Of the murky waters
Where rusty relics rest
Capsized. Relentlessly
Thinking furiously
Thoughts radiate recovery
Repose is resistant
Seeking refuge
Trinkets tearing tides
Strung on moonbeams
Villain’s vile venom
Tauntingly summoning
Sublimely stressed
Beckoning below
Embodied by a captor
No subsequent release
Sinking to my doom
Do I dear to hope?
Subconsciously searching
Unknowing of what to search for.
Abject resistance
Will His almighty hand
Pull me free from fatal forces?
Curiously thinking of iced tea?
Would it ease my burning throat?
Lungs laden with water
Wishing to be afloat
Brushed by serpent style tentacles
Creatures of the night
Mystically aglow
Shifting sands swirling
Oozing between toes
Fathoms below the ocean
Perpetual nighttime fears
Frigid wetness chills
Last pearl bubbles escape
Demise is eminent
Whispers lull me
Entering a dream state
Calm befalls sweet serenade
Lilting song of the sea
Sirens mournfully singing
Deception flaunts desire
Cruelly taken greedily
Mercy not an option
Given up to the sea
Is it my prelude to paradise?
The epitome of surrender
Pitch black graveyard
No one to bury me.
Ravens' eyes are black as coal
When she glares at you it can burn down to your soul
That's when she know over you she's taken control
Though her passion is known to run deep
She has no time at all for the week
So she still hasn't found what she seeks
Raven has had it said her heart is cold
Her words and actions are will accepted for being very bold
Never has she found that one forever to have and hold
She will no longer cry oh no that she won't allow
Moving forward with time somehow
With the day she don't make much sound
The night however that is what to she's bound
Darkness all around
He is who she's waiting for
That certain someone with whom she can love and adore
Turn her darkness back into light
Love her tender and make everything all right
Raven is very much a part of me
Some parts is the woman I long to be
Perhaps someday I will come to see
What the hell I search for long and hard for
That one person standing on the other side of my door
So I can be me again as I once was before
Protected from contacts and content as well
You lost interest in me completely
To my “why?” you sent silence, so its nothing to tell
I was buried alive rather neatly
You probably question yourself how on earth
We came across, two lonely souls
But how could you know that its nothing I worth
And I couldn’t foresee the blocked calls
I was trying to help, and I tried not to bore
But it looks I was little too much
It went till you couldn’t explain what’s it for
And why you should be in close touch
But there was an amount of bright moments, I know
I can vividly see some of them
They are saved in the memory garden I grow
I take care about every stem
And the wonderful letters we wrote, I remember
Yours were giving me chills, oh my love
Overwhelmed with our nights in the sweetest surrender
Weren’t we taken away high above?
I firmly believe that you have your own reason
But our letters, forsaken in archives debris
Will they disappear, like leaves that go withered?
You pack those to bin under your apple tree.
The words have fallen silent now
And dreams passed away
The pills have taken over and
I don’t know what to say
My bags have all been packed for me
The driver waits impatiently
Not car nor driver
Fits this mystic land
The hallway doors each filled with they
Who’s eyes plead out for me to stay
It hurts to see
That they don’t understand
I never will forget my time
Amongst these friends of song and rhyme
They’ll always hold a place
Inside my heart
But time has past...I’ve given in
And let the pressure finally win
“You have to fix
The world you tore apart”
And so I tread this path I took
Once in the car, a final look
Such hidden beauty
Few shall ever know
Then view dissolves to rising dust
A cold inside, a dampened must
Another pill
Will get me where I go
Yes words have fallen silent now
No longer is there rhyme
No longer is there light except…
The light of blue sunshine
...Tribute Blue October
Form:
A few lines about forks upon the table
Fondue's pronged fork for fingers habile
A taste of life's flavored torgues
Babes brought by the stork
Tough, old meat
Forks
Fork for cake
Tines just for wine corks
Roads that fork and life uncorks
In the end only two tines are stable
A few lines about forks upon the table
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