losing claim to fame
disappeared to hinterlands
nothing will be same
weary old folks fold their hands
others rearrange their plans
words too many say
imperfect in every way
stealing light from day
debts, too numerous to pay
selling dreams which won't convey
not what we came for
low dark clouds approaching fast
home with no front door
holding on to what has passed
restless dreams soon fill our glass
once alive and whole
now fully marginalized
laughter becomes droll
not what the experts advised
nothing comes as advertised
blown in with the storm
teaches those lessons wind knows
promises deform
not even gods can oppose
status quo soon turns and goes
secret dreams time stole
can produce a troubled soul
half but not a whole
but a name where fingers scroll
another for whom bells toll
Locked as deep away
What's yet glassed each day
Thought-secure and thought-serene
For world, sense- blurred.
Too grim overcast.
Or blows up too fast.
For a weather-type, down there
What all have incurred.
BRIDGE OVER WATER
TRUMP TANTRUM NOW GETS
HE WANTS TO SLAUGHTER
Bridges Over Troubled Waters
Sometimes we go through hardship
Lost in a cruel world
Stand strong with perseverance
Navigate together as one
With strength and stability
Through gardens of glory
Walk towards a new path of refuge
Start new and be bold
Tomorrow can be whimsical
Together under a beautiful horizon blue
Sometimes we lose our way
Just follow the river home trusting
I can’t live a day without you
I’m writing you a letter saying thank you for being so true
Bridges Over Troubled Waters
Just as long as we hold on to each other
Carry the lamp wherever you go
Patience is nourishment to the soul
I stack it high, but don’t sell it cheap, don’t sell it at all
It accumulates wall to wall, floor to ceiling, a mountain tall
The task is horrible, it zaps my energy, makes me tired.
Sorting, cleaning and throwing are things of which I am not wired.
I feel exhausted in this troubled cluttered room
I make phone calls, or contract relatives using Zoom
They give me all kinds of advice on what to throw and what to keep
I don’t take any of it; this mess makes me want to wail and weep.
If troubles passed as quick as time;
rather would we have a few;
every thought came out as rhyme,
there'd be little to do.....
Imagine if just for a moment ,
and it that time it took;
you could change direction,
and rewrite your whole book ....
you could never look back at the past ,
nor wish to ever change it;
because it would have been cast,
it'd be just us that'd known it.....
No news , or hyped up media;
do you remember from the past,
we sat all as a family ,
to watch the local cast .....
Myspace was a beginning,
I thought I was to be ,
a bright and burning star ;
the whole world there to see.....
The internet has evolved ,
that dial up sound is gone,
through it all even though;
I hear" get off my ing lawn ......
Ask not what troubles my heart
nor try to cheer my soul
I have fallen into an abyss
of which I have no control
Solemn still my mind pains
my face sour and voice mute
drowning in waters of worry
to myself I am divided by dispute
What ails me woes me
self inflicted by stubborn will
to my own detriment
I foresee myself in hell
Yet I seek no solution
but cling to solitude
And any hand of kindness
to those I am rude
Choices made for selfishness
greed beckons at my door
No matter what I acquire
I am cursed by desire of more
People come and go
faces I seldom recall
Life empty and anguish
my senses have all dull
Cherish not what pleasures
for it will quickly fade
self pity haunts my spirit
alive in the grave I made.
pale creek
pebbled stream
arrested pond
I've observed my thoughts
They naturally flow through my mind
Some true, some scripted
Some redundant, unkind
These are my memories, creating emotions
They're my unique experience in this life
Viewed from a platform
Sometimes exposing a neurological strife
We must turn through all the pages
Go beyond the human history of time
It is there we find the answers
Stamped in our ancestral climb
Like waves in the ocean
That relentlessly pounds the shore
The past flows through us
Like a stranger knocking at our door
We try to avoid this stranger
We’re frozen with fear
But the knocking keeps coming
Year after year
It's the ancestral sound
Of those who came before
Surprisingly, the noise lessens
When we open antiquities door
Now the waves begin to subside
As does the ancient battle in my mind
I become the true observer of the thoughts
They're clear and kind
I walk alone where the frost bites deep,
Where silence howls and shadows creep.
The world forgot me—left me bare,
A ghost among the living air.
I cry, but echoes mock my plea,
No arms, no voice, no sanctuary.
Yet still I breathe, though breath feels thin—
A whisper of defiance within.
The antidote is not a cure,
Not warmth, not love, not something pure.
It’s grit in the soul, it’s blood in the frost,
It’s counting the wins when all feels lost.
It’s memory—faint, but still it clings,
Of lullabies and angel wings.
It’s forgiving myself for the scars I wear,
For trusting hearts that weren’t there.
It’s dreaming in ruins, painting the ash,
It’s dancing alone in a world so brash.
It’s stillness that speaks when no one will,
A quiet strength, a sacred chill.
So let them turn, let them forget—
I am the storm they haven’t met.
My heart may ache, but it won’t die,
I rise each time I’m told to cry.
The antidote? It’s not their grace.
It’s finding fire in empty space.
It’s me. It’s now. It’s every start—
The pulse that beats in a troubled heart.
In the depths of your mind, where shadows reside,
A voice whispers doubt, with nowhere to hide.
Depression's a monster, a weight on your chest,
A longing for solace, a moment of rest.
The future seems hopeless, a relentless refrain,
"You're lost in the darkness, there's nothing to gain."
But wait, through the struggle, a beacon appears,
Three digits of hope, dispelling all fears.
Nine-eight-eight (988), a number to hold,
A lifeline for all, a story to be told.
Not just for veterans, with burdens they bear,
But for every soul drowning in despair
The battles they fought for, the freedom we claim,
Now a lifeline extended, a whisper of a name.
For teenagers troubled, for mothers in pain,
For anyone lost, caught in life's pouring rain
Don't let silence fester, don't let darkness win,
Reach out with three numbers, a chance to begin.
A listening ear, a voice strong and true,
To mend broken pieces, and see you anew.
So spread the word widely, a message to claim,
Nine eight eight whispers, hope's burning flame.
Let it echo through valleys, on mountains it'll rise,
A beacon for all, beneath vast, open skies.
The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.
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Poetic Lines chosen from the following poems. Viz,
1)Zero Action Without Any Options
2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Hello, my dear friend, your presence in my life is a blessing.
No challenge in life should be so daunting that you can't reach out for help. We are here for each other, a force to be reckoned with, united by our shared experiences that bind us, regardless of the obstacles we face. Everything is fixable; nothing is beyond our grasp. Set your goals, and if you pursue your dreams with unwavering determination, they will come to fruition.
Remember, when you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I cry. Please feel free to share your feelings and thoughts. I am deeply committed to your well-being and will always be here for you. Have faith in God and trust that we can navigate even the most turbulent waters together.
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Hello, my dear friend, your presence in my life is a blessing.
No challenge in life should be so daunting that you can't reach out for help. We are here for each other, a force to be reckoned with, united by our shared experiences that bind us, regardless of our obstacles. Everything is fixable; nothing is beyond our grasp. Set your goals, and if you pursue your dreams with unwavering determination, they will come to fruition.
Remember, when you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I cry. Please feel free to share your feelings and thoughts. I am deeply committed to your well-being and will always be here for you. Have faith in God and trust that we can navigate even the most turbulent waters together.
Problems come and problems go
But there's one thing you should know
If good friends stand by your side
Helping through the bumpy ride
Knowing love is all around
Till your back on level ground
The smallest problems disappear
Soon they are no longer there
Days are happier again
With the good kind hearted friends
Who never bailed or walked out
Their minds without a single doubt
Sticking by a friend in trouble
Running to you on the double
With hugs tightly warm and soothing
Holding on and never losing
Sight of what needs to be done
True friends will not leave or shun
They'll hang on until the day
Your frown turns the other way
Back into a joyful smile
That has been away awhile
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