Long Worry Poems
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One never knows when flowers once
afforded healthy bloom
Whose tending in the bed of love
rewarded fragranced hue
May oversee a consequence
of shadowed, barren gloom
When overnight it seems the sun
will never shine anew
It seems the sun will never shine
Sometimes, when shadows fall
It’s then, but then, we must believe
And rise above it all
A wilted rose will bow its head
to weather such a storm
As deep inside its will to live
is rooted yet to grow
A fresh and lovely stem of pink
or yellow gold may form
To flourish once again and brim
my garden’s lustrous glow
I try to understand the thorns
reminders they must be
To help appreciate the sun
each time it lights my day
When suddenly the clouds roll in
to umbrage what I see
I worry not, for I believe
that soon, they’ll drift away
Promise me nothing –
I’m not interested in your vows
Between the farmer and the field
Is just another broken plow
No backtalk allowed –
All discourse now falls short
A culture of mellow drama
And every day is the last resort
I’m a really nice guy and a real good sport
But it’s only to three people that I report
Nobody’s acolyte –
I’m not your man
You can say whatever you want,
But don’t count on me to understand
Nobody’s acolyte –
No never uh-uh
Doctrine and dogma –
Manifestos and miniature threats
It’s nothing to me – the bug mentality
Remembers that everybody forgets
Erasing all debts –
Don’t worry the war will be there
You could set your sundial by the eclipse
The God of the Scroll at which you stare
I’d gladly follow you anywhere
If my senses were impaired
Nobody’s acolyte –
I’m not your man
You can say whatever you want,
But don’t count on me to understand
Nobody’s acolyte –
No never uh-uh
I’m nobody’s acolyte
You’re all spleen and no ideal
I’m not just gonna sit around and watch
While your hidden agendas are revealed
I ain’t nobody’s dog
So don’t expect me to heel
I can see it in your eyes you don’t get it
But try to hold sway you will live to regret it
Sometimes
Sometimes...
we are born, with big dreams
Sometimes...
we are born with none
Sometimes...
the money comes too easy
Sometimes...
some never have enough
Chorus
Sometimes...
sometimes it takes, some time
some day...
our dreams may all come true
Sometimes... it takes, some time
to find the love for you
Sometimes... it just takes, some time
Sometimes...
our hearts, they may be broken
Sometimes,
we seek out peace and love
Sometimes...
some words are best unspoken
Sometimes...
you leave when it's too much
Chorus
Sometimes...
sometimes it takes, some time
some day...
our dreams may all come true
Sometimes... it takes, some time
to find the love for you
Sometimes... it just takes, some time
Bridge
Being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, to unwind
the innocence of heart and mind
Sometimes,
the cards, that we’ve been dealt with
Sometimes...
they may not be enough
Sometimes...
we’re anxious, and we worry (too much)
Sometimes...
we’re blessed, with a very tender touch
Chorus
Sometimes...
sometimes it takes, some time
some day...
our dreams may all come true
Sometimes... it takes, some time
to find the love for you
Sometimes... it just takes, some time
Finale
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
John Derek Hamilton
Revised September 20,2018
Posted November 09,2018
Music and vocal by Pat Canavan (Toronto)
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
BASEBALL
Walking by an empty stadium I was reminded the other day
of when we took our children to the ball park to watch grown men at play.
We were in the stands with our baseball caps on when I heard my daughter exclaim,
“Daddy, this is boring...what do you like about this game?”
As I handed each of them a hot dog, with ketchup and mustard on their buns
I could have explained the rules of the game, what are strikes and balls and runs.
I could have taken that opportunity surrounded by my children and my wife
to explain how baseball, when we think about it, can teach us about life.
I could have pointed out although it is the individual player’s name we scream
how baseball teaches people to work together as a team.
That baseball teaches humility…that sometimes you’ll hear cheers…
and sometimes you’ll hear boos
That some games you are going to win…and some…you’re going to lose.
That baseball teaches perseverance, determination, tenacity and grit
how you shouldn’t worry when you strike out for you’ll get another chance to hit.
I wanted to tell them down whatever paths they choose…no matter where they roam
When they round the bases to look for us…we’ll be waiting for them at home.
These are the thoughts that ran through my mind as we sat in the park that day
wearing our caps, eating our hot dogs…watching grown men at play.
“What do I like about baseball,” I said smiling for the answer suddenly I knew
“What I like best about baseball is sharing it with you”.
Our children are all grown up now…time moves on…and that’s a shame
because I never got to explain to them…the intricacies of the game.
Several leaves cling to naked limbed trees
Oak, birch and maple are the vibrant ones
Leaves light like feathers fall into the breeze
Pines and laurels stay greener like their sons
There comes chilly air that brings a sweater
Beckoning the heart to lean on the hearth
Whispering joys of fall to the letter
Reminding us all of what it is worth
Autumn colors and hues are just a part
Of all the joy and peace that comes with fall
It gives true hope, faith and love to the heart
Making every worry and fret seem small
God graced us with this season of beauty
To find the dreams with it is our duty
October 19, 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
The pome was sweet
Never wanted to quit
Might've thought so
But never acted on it
Had a million seeds within
Each akin to some thought
Some were in the plates of others
Some were left inside to rot
Pome wanted to recite and sow
From poems to seeds it had
Had no column not a row
To write and hence the skin got bad
Pome was sweet red
Seeds were stiff white
Some had the juicy coverings
Some rotted and lost their might
It was sure just red pome
Not the granite deep in the crust
Pome might look stiff outside
It's nowhere near the rocky rust
It tended to become like granite
Pome tried, pome failed
It mended itself day and night
And finally it realized
The rotten seeds are futile
Not every seed should go in plates
Not every pome gets an eater
And it's okay to not to elucidate
Pome is now different
Tend not to worry about rotten seeds
Pome accepts the partial sweetness
It now trim or just pass by weeds
One of the cruelest aspects of Alzheimer’s is the way this disease unfolds…
how it’s able to disguise itself, at first, as just a part of growing old:
It began with her misplacing and forgetting things for that’s what old age does.
then progressed to her looking at me…bewildered…forgetting who I was.
Such is the demeanor of this disease…the nature of this beast
I never knew on any given day if it’s grip was strong…
or if Mom would be released.
There were times when I saw the fear in her eyes..
when I heard the quivering of her speech,
?“What is happening to me!” She’d plead.
“Why are my memories out of reach?”
For this is the heartless game Alzheimer’s plays…
there were times she knew me……she knew where she was…and when…
times she was luminous and lucid…when she was my mom again.
Times when Alzheimer’s set her free… when she’d sense my sadness and my fear…
and she would hold my face within her hands and say,
“Don’t worry, dear, I’m here.”
But Alzheimer’s is unrelenting…at first content with making small demands…
willing to allow Mom her moments…while waiting patiently to take command.
I remember the first time she didn’t remember me…I bowed my head to hide my tears.
When suddenly she was back…holding my face within her hands saying,
Don’t worry dear, I’m here.”
We had no choice but to bend to Alzheimer’s whim…
to celebrate every high while enduring every low…
and I would wait until after my visit ended before letting my anger flow.
When I knew she was lost to me forever…
when I sensed her constant confusion..when I could see her disoriented tears…
I would take her face within my hands and whisper in her ear…
“Don’t worry, Mom.”“There’s nothing you ever need to fear.
wherever you are…don’t worry…
don’t worry Mom…I’m here.”
My God!My God!
Why have you forsaken us?
Even now the whisper of wheels
On the track
Convulses me with tears.
What more could I have done?
Where did I fail?
You, the least selfish of men,
Dedicated to your students and staff,
Devoted to your family,
Committed the most selfish of acts.
By locking us out,
You locked us
Into a cycle of torment and pain
And we never saw it coming.
Worries you brought home
But you chose not to share them
Shrugging off my pleas
You did not want to worry me,
So you said
You dulled your tortured mind by
Taking solitary refuge in the bottle
And you began slipping away from me.
I tried to batter the door down
With angry words and tears
As my frustration mounted
Did the children notice our bitter rows?
Was it then the seeds were sown?
You fled to your mother's house
For the balm of her love
More forgiving than a wife's
And there I hoped you would find
The peace your troubled heart craved.
With your mother you returned
And she soothingly said,
"It will take time."
I saw a faint tear in her eyes
Though her faith was strong.
That night you said the sofa would be your bed
"Give me time"were the last words I heard
Strangely I slept soundly
But when I awoke
I crept downstairs
To find you
And the car gone.
Frantically I phoned
And your mobile rang
From the depths of the sofa.
Then I saw your letter
On the cleared coffee table
Stark and white.
You begged our forgiveness.
You said this would spare us pain
And you bade me
Look after the children.
Stunned and silent
Your mum and I sat
In dread
Time froze
When the constables came
With their carefully composed compassion
We knew it was just beginning
You had ripped away the veil of the temple
And the tomb was empty.
You had shorn your lambs
Of their innocence
And inserted a sliver of ice
In their hearts
Now I am faced
With the curse of Greek tragedy
Since I must spend my time
Trying to melt that ice
Before it hardens
Irrevocably
Space Rock Climber was born to the void
On an asteroid named for its ores and metals
Orbiting the sun one year after another
Morning never comes
Day never breaks
Silence goes on forever dead
A 10 year old son abandoned by parents
Who moved back to their home planet, Earth
The boy climbs rocks for a living on a rock
Food ran out two years ago
The climber turned to stones and minerals
Surviving on dirt sustenance alone
Rocks stay in place forever with their flavor
Easy to hunt down in craters
Black skies scream at the stars
Lack of atmosphere, depleted air
Low oxygen, no spare tanks, parental lies
Laid out on the platform of dark horizons
No one lives for long in outer space
Parents should not leave their children all alone
Like so much liter waste and weightlessness
He forgot their names
Embraced the great beyond as his domain
They had no room on board the ship they said
If only he were a little lighter
Perhaps he would fit between the gold and silver
Shipments of such commodities are revered
Rock climber has no name
It is not needed in this environment
Temperatures run from the sun
From hot to cold as is expected
Climate fluctuates that way in space
The young man stays the same
Stands on solid ground
Time sets no limits on the day
As the asteroid tumbles on
No doubt it has directions figured out
A barren rock is not a proper home
If he could remember, he would forget
It's for the best
Abandonment is not healthy for the mind
Mom and dad left him minors tools
Smiled and gave advice
They told him to climb high ridges
And wave good-bye
It is a trial out in space
Cry’s go unheard and serve no purpose
The vacuum of the void defines survival
This is the only world he knows
Rock Climber goes up the granite inclines
To find minerals for his soul
He grows too old to work
Then something happened
As luck would have it a collision just occurred
An asteroid hit his little world
Hurled him and his rock back home
Finally he would see the Earth
Enter the atmosphere in a hurry
Just in time to tell his mom and dad
Don't worry! Don't burn alone!
I'm here so we can have a blast together
i wish i was able to go with you to visit your mother
but it is such a busy time at work and i used so many
of my vacation hours when we visited my mom awhile ago.
be sure to say hello for me, besides you two need
girl time to bond. nothing should come between a mother
and her daughter, not even me. don't worry i will be busy
bringing some work home to catch up, got behind
when we visited my mom. next year we can plan this better
my mom can come and stay with us for awhile and
we can both go visit your mother after that some time
if we both can go then..
i am missing you already, say hello for me