IMPULSIVE
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Just ignoring reality
two hesitant hearts are conserved.
Devotion claimed priority .
Lovers rolled rippled in romance.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Vibrant couple to dance and prance.
yielding yearnings to observe.
So ! Joint journey they deserved.
Emerald emotive urge surged.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Pearly passion and lust converged.
Yet fate can't permit unison.
Amour to mourne by cooing doves.
Separation draws conclusion.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Categories:
mourne, love,
Form: Quatern
I’ve loved you since before you were even born.
I’ve loved being a mother and a wife.
I have no regrets and there’s nothing to mourne.
I wouldn’t change a single moment of my life.
Ever since you became sick, I’ve been possessed.
I was positive that, someday, I’d find a cure.
As a doctor, I became very obsessed,
But, as a mother, I couldn’t be so sure.
So, I’ve decided to do what I know is right.
I will donate my heart, so that you can have a life.
I wanted you to be able to stop the fight,
So, that you may, someday, be a mother and a wife.
Categories:
mourne, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Sweet baby, another evening shows itself; Another day has closed. This is the time I long for you and mourne my choice the most.
I wonder how I have the right to feel, the pain and loss I do.
It was afterall MY decision to refuse change which meant lose you.
At first you were just sickness; morning, noon and night.
I see it now, my darling, how you were just growing with all your might.
I pray you know sweet baby, wherever you might be, how frightened and lost I was, I did not feel like me.
And with that one scared choice, at the time I thought was right, the flicker of hope and the future, went out just like a light.
Categories:
mourne, abortion, baby, family, goodbye,
Form: I do not know?
beautiful.. is the scintillating view that greets a misty morn,
rising sun, echoes in the haze of a cold night
every hair on my arm rises to this stunning view,
awakening every sense to alarming heights.
the start of a summer day, the intense heat will burn away the mist
heralding a sunshine day with a golden glow.
totally obliterating the Mountains of Mourne
astounding all who view this splendour, a
kings ransom couldn't buy this vision.
I look with guarded thoughts
nothing left to imagination lifting my trusty camera, confining
grand view to print ... reminder, when memories fail,
penned on 8 March 2016.
Categories:
mourne, summer,
Form: Acrostic
a day to celebrate.
a day to enjoy.
a day for love.
a day for joy.
maybe a day to cry bout.
maybe a day to laugh.
a truly wonderful day, your on the right path.
it could be a day to mourne.
possibly a day to smile.
a day to smile through the fear from wich gets you riled.
riled up from the day that you face again and again.
from either pain that makes you hurt,
or from the joy that you earned.
Categories:
mourne, angst, inspirational, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
Fear not my child
For it is time to come to pass
For thou art not alone
I am with thee
For thou hast not come to you out of hatred nor evil
But to give you peace of eternal life
Take thy hand and walk with thee to thy gates of thy kingdom
Ye shall suffer no more
And those of yours should mourne not your death
But celebrate your eternal life in which thou hast lived and given
And to know that thou shall watch over and guide them til their days of passing shall come
Take thy hand and come to pass
And ye shall suffer no more
Categories:
mourne, religion,
Form: I do not know?
Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.
Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.
Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale, barren hills
above Rostrevor.
Categories:
mourne,
Form: Narrative
YOU died so young i cant believe its real.
why couldnt you listen to your friends and family?
but instead we are all missing you now.
i know you are up in heaven watching over all of us.
i hope this is a life long lesson to the young people and your friends that drugs do kill.
dont worry about any of us down here that miss and love you so much one day we will be
fine we will mourne for a while and the relize your still there in our hearts with that
wonderfull smile and we will always think of you when the giants are playing on t.v.
i love and miss you john murphey jr.
Categories:
mourne, deathlove, drug,
Form: I do not know?