As the lights shimmer on the water
A rippling cascade of beauty is caused to exude
With the glowing sheen provided by the dockside glow
Making a brilliant natural interlude
When the waves ebb to and fro
And lap at the waters edge, gently
I can hear a voice in my distant mind
Whispering I love you, so pleasantly
With the white and blue lights in the distance
I walk slowly, thinking of you, and your smile
And it reminds me constantly
I have missed you for quite a while
So my mind drifts in and out of true love thoughts
Just like the waters with their Rainbow glow
And I send a message on the wind
To say I love you so
Slowly
nostalgia trickles
into torrents
to flood
memory's canyon
crystal clear
vision's
backward
my
gaze
where
certainty
lies in the past
where
distant memories
linger
fleeting
ephemeral
with
perspective
out of true
yet
enlightens me-
Slowly,
nostalgia
trickles into
torrents,to flood memory's
canyon
Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze .All future certainty lies in the past, often distant memories linger fleeting and ephmeral is the dream.Yesterday's hero,a today's has-been,all perspective,out of true;twenty,twenty embellishes hind-sight .Experience forgotten wastes away superficiality now has its day..
on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface
words unerased-
the image fades
Congregation of deception,
Sitting in darkness and decked out
In fineries: the silk, the fur,
Feathered dull or bright, just waiting
To be called by river’s song, rings
Of rises yet hoped into fish.
Some are returned warriors,
Blunted and twisted out of true,
Though truth’s a lie for them and blends
Somehow beyond a memory.
Some new-made catchers of the eye,
Wait for their opportunity to come.
A hundred hopes and falsehoods rest
Under one hinged roof, lined up
To do or die, and every one
With a sharp point of view,
A heartbreak to be driven home.
Too soon this life expires in death's tempest's certain storm.Yet to go away can be to arrive.Too often to forget life's reality is a perspective out of true.This tragedy of living ,this tragedy of being and yet Faith's continuity lives within ,the vernacular dies away ,orphaned and alone and truth seeps into our heart.
There was a time I swear it’s true
When all the roads that led to you
Were leafy lanes and sunlit avenues
And every bird in every tree
Announced this joy triumphantly
The world had a perfect symmetry
It ends just like it begins
I feel the ground under me spin
Until I’m on the outside looking in
As the penny drops into a slot
It turns a key that fits a lock
And opens up a door right under me
And suddenly
I’m falling
And as all colours lose their hue
As all lines fall out of true
The only sound I can hear
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
TRUTH OR FICTION
We see our selves from the
perspective of the years,year
on year,we look back.A child
growing into an adult,becoming
a spouse,a mother,father,colleague
or friend.The years roll by,the
hair becomes grey,nostalgia
viewed in reverse through the
telescope of age.With biased
eye we judge ourselves,our life,
our past,but do we see.Can the
subjective ever objective be.
Which view is out of true?
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LOVE’S MEMORY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Two hearts as one,with love held dear,
each others secrets to confide,needs and
desire to never hide,love-lines to share,
tribulations together to bear.Each other
in submission lean,sacramental in unison
of love’s mutual bond.
INNOCENT NAIVETY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Love has no boundaries in its heart,
in its passion holds all things dear,
giving all,trusting without fear.Flowers
of mutual fusion,incensed,by aromas
of love.The attraction of natural magnetism
is sealed in perfect harmony inherent
and universally held.Again,again this
siren’s call beckons loves innocent
naivety,rose-tinted,short-sighted
views distort perspective out of true.
A DOMESTIC STRUCTURED PROSE
Her cardigan on the chairback,
shoes left in the hall,slippers ‘neath
the double bed,undies on the stool.
Handbag filled with this and that,
bathroom shelved of creams and
much besides;wardrobes,wall to
wall.Medicines boxed ,arranged so neat,
cellphone ready for a call,a text,
a chat,a listening ear,empathy to all.
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Like an angel from paradise you came
In my dream - I believed that to be true,
Like a princess you graced up on me
The realism was out of true.
I walked to you like my destiny famed
With your shadow beholden for obstacles unknown,
I traveled along mirthfully
With mind's eye of your presence alone.
You versed me the sonnet
With my choired essence from heart and soul,
You rhymed the lines with your agape love
With my odes poetized from esteem and parole.
You heeled with that dance
With my arms over your slender waist,
You balled to me apace
and softly impinged on me abreast.
You dallied with your innocence
With my veiled childhood those were lost erstwhile,
You bellylaughed with your essence
With my hogwash talk and smile.
You came like an angel and graced like a princess
In my dream - I believe that to be true,
The realism that I wish for
You are my baby queen and is not out of true.
Jesus Our Lord And Savior
What a friend we have in Jesus
When I feel alone and sad
Your love picks me up and makes me glad
How grateful we should all be
For having a friend like you
A friend that will never forsake us
A friend that only speaks the truth
A friend that just loves to see us do good
A friend that loves to listen to our problems
And guide us along
Jesus you are amazing
For you where sent here like a sheep in a pack of wolves
It was you against this wicked world
And you came and gave us light
Showed and told us the way to get to the Kingdom of God
With out your true love for us we would still be lost
You have some kind of Love
For this world beat, mocked, and murdered you
You already knew this world was going to murder you
And you still out of true love gave your life for us
You could have turned against us anytime
Could have just remained silent your life
But you knew that the death of one seed
Would produce many other seeds to grow
As then your love would continue to show
The truth of the matter
is it does not really matter
whether you are rich or poor
or rotten down deep to the core
as long as you make yourself heard
instead of just being part of a herd,
by resisting evil when you see it
with strength born out of true grit.
Many instant delights can never last
All future certainty lies in the past,
Often distant memories linger so
Nostalgia's balance sways to and fro;
Fleeting and ephmeral is the dream
Yesterday's hero,a today's has-been,
Rose-tinted glasses with short-sighted views
Can distort all perspective,out of true;
Twenty,twenty embellishes hind-sight
But cannot guarantee,a future bright,
Experience forgotten wastes away
As superficiality has its day.
The wheel of life endlessly turns again
Grinding mistakes with perpetual pain.
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