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D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-06-15 06:13 PM

Life is full of demeaning purpose. This poem will take you there and out into the spirit needed to carry on. Some have tried to destroy my works and I almost gave up. A stubborn free spirit in me still has fingers that think their way into you, hoping for a miracle.

Hidden mists enveloping man
Lingering doubts casts shadows
Inhaled exhaustion shortens breathe
Swirling wind in clogged minds
Storming rain of sand
Forming images of ghostly mirages
Choking confinement

Man was driven to succeed
Whipped from birth to gain respect
Abrasions of battle thought scars
The terrain of quicksand needs
Sucking purpose down the ole drain
In a sewer of swimming survival

King of the mountain
Boxing our way to the top
In brutal onslaughts
A champion for a short time
Struggling against times fury
With sucker punches
We are knocked out to rise again
Falling so hard

The clock ticks so hard it cries
Sleep can only take you away
For only so long
For the alarm clock of reality
Flies of the handle
A tired face
Hungering out of the womb

Exhausted you learn to rest
In small steps of expressions
Of reality in verse
Springing out
Singing a lonely tune
On stepping stones
Of words building solace

Thoughts pure, flow unhindered
In a language of its own
Taught from years of abuse
Words now cling with purpose
Creating stanzas that reap in experience
Warm tears of joy fill a lifeless heart
Beating exhilaration in simple steps

The trash of life
Still comes to haunt you
In the conformity of proper English
Confining rules by some
Wanting to starve you
Willing to change you bend
While some will snap the life
Out of your meaning

Free verse the way to let loose
Of the winds within your own mind
Flying free of the bondage
Of a sentence of life
Here you claim your existence
In a world of your own
For those that want to understand
Will
In the beauty that is you

So fly free my little bird
My spirit is with you
To roam the sky
Merging out of the mists
In determination so fantastic
It blossoms within you
Creating a bouquet
In an arrangement
That rests in the peace
Within you to find

Email me if you want a critique on or off line at [email protected]
D.Lester Young (06/15/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-06-15 06:24 PM

2 thumbs up

Cold hands means a warm heart

Zinsser
Senior Member

since 2001-02-27

Posts 1641
Calif.

2 posted 2002-06-15 07:25 PM

The trash of life
Still comes to haunt you
In the conformity of proper English
Confining rules by some
Wanting to starve you
Willing to change you bend
While some will snap the life
Out of your meaning
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So fly free my little bird
My spirit is with you
To roam the sky
Merging out of the mists
In determination so fantastic
It blossoms within you
Creating a bouquet
In an arrangement
That rests in the peace
Within you to find
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Love these stanzas
beautiful....
I would love to have help ... for I write but don't have a clue as to what I am doing LOL....
~~ Connie ~~

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

3 posted 2002-06-15 07:48 PM

D. Lester,
you use words with the force of weapons that, when flung out, strike the reader. Some powerful emotions going on here and a powerful write.
Kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

Madame Chipmunk
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-05

Posts 8296
Michigan

4 posted 2002-06-15 08:36 PM

So fly free my little bird
My spirit is with you
To roam the sky
Merging out of the mists
In determination so fantastic
It blossoms within you
Creating a bouquet
In an arrangement
That rests in the peace
Within you to find

I love the way you spin your words into verse, D.Lester
The freedom and the power you use for your imagery are amazing.

~ poetic hugs

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks

Marilyn
Member Elite

since 1999-09-26

Posts 2621
Ontario, Canada

5 posted 2002-06-15 09:38 PM

Free verse definately agrees with you. Your imagery is amazing and the way you thread your thoughts together...wonderful. I have not read anything else of yours but I have enjoyed reading this one very much.

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

6 posted 2002-09-04 12:46 PM

DLY,
You did it!

(now write in Dark already)

Mike

Diane Coway
Member

since 2002-08-01

Posts 61
USA

7 posted 2002-09-08 10:19 AM

WOW.....You have caught the jest of life, my friend. Though we struggle, beauty is always there if one looks. Like the "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden." No, truer words than those, for life sends us pitfalls, but all one has to do is pick up and go forward. What I call "life gets in the way"....is reality. Another reality, One can change that feeling anytime day or night.
I was very much impressed with what you wrote.

Diane Coway

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