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michelax Junior Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 16Malta |
The warm, light filled summer days The old, classical moral ways The cold and huddled winter nights Designed to help us win our fights Comforting old time real friends The ever so popular logical trends Family talks and parish priest speeches Made to solace our time carved creases High tech methods and modern technology Dial a help line or a friends apology New generations of modern wives There to handle our hasty lives A new song maybe inspired by love Lone and pure just like a white Dove With words of gold on freedom and happiness There for lost courage, our hears to caress The new-style agenda with all its appointments A double lifestyle for less disappointments Places of interest and where to meet There to console us, to walk our feet Grey shortened lives, and complex days Interminable, desperate, steel cold ways Solitary, lonesome, and anxious nights Daily subduing our God given rights Nicotine, tar, or just a bad star Little to do, hope seems too far Wishing, praying, I just cannot see The day it's all over, I've paid my fee Pick up a pen, some words, a verse Write it all down and then rehearse Day after day, the time flows by No real direction, just nowhere to fly A childhood so careless, perhaps rather rough Grown up so hurt and hardened and tough Learnt about life, and duties and ties None about ruthlessness, betrayal and lies The horizon's a stage, a lifelong test One of despair, depression, no rest From there on the decision was only mine Experience didn't offer a clear guideline My life how has changed, from non-chalance To a demanding lifestyle with little chance A complex, wanton, hasty wife With an untamable, confusing, demanding life I tried, Lord knows I really tried Over and over my hands where tied All work, no play, day after day For her it seems there was no way Patience a virtue, so said my mom At the end I felt small, so very dumb I tied my lace and rested my case Soon it had started, the end of the race From priest to professional, from friend to far No one seemed qualified, or found her par They all tried so purely, they gave us their best Soon no one was getting a decent rest One beautiful summer's day I thought, I reasoned, and found the way Inspiration the fruit of a silent land No more will I build my castles from sand That day I decided to restart my life It was over, I'd had it, she's not my wife When back those words, like wildfire spread A sign of relief in faces I read From legal to moral, from family to peers I soon came to terms with much of my fears The doubts, the emotions, the thoughts with no end My turn came along to be part of the trend Plenty to do, to prove, to relate A life to catch up with, I'm running late So much was lost, it was to be hard It seems I had lost my very last card Day after week after month after year A new era started, a new form of fear Friends seemed so far, contact was lost The solitude kept creeping, it felt just like frost - Michelax _______________________________________________ No worry people, it's all over! |
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Beth Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 468WA, Australia |
One of the most heartbreaking poems I have ever read....I can even begin to tell you how much I loved it...I would have to let the emotions roll over before i could even start...absolutley loved it..thankyou for sharing Blessed Be, beth |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Pick up a pen, some words, a verse Write it all down and then rehearse Day after day, the time flows by No real direction, just nowhere to fly A childhood so careless, perhaps rather rough Grown up so hurt and hardened and tough Learnt about life, and duties and ties None about ruthlessness, betrayal and lies The horizon's a stage, a lifelong test One of despair, depression, no rest From there on the decision was only mine Experience didn't offer a clear guideline ------------------ One beautiful summer's day I thought, I reasoned, and found the way Inspiration the fruit of a silent land No more will I build my castles from sand That day I decided to restart my life It was over, I'd had it, she's not my wife When back those words, like wildfire spread A sign of relief in faces I read ----------------- excellent Michelax, my goodness, so many emotions expressed here liked the crytpic quality this has about it and the perfect rhyme flow... certainly satisfies my craving for rhyme  so glad to see another post from you take care jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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