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Showing posts with label The Poet's Corner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Poet's Corner. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Deadly Caution in the Rain by Lindamay

Deadly Caution in the Rain

The rain poured down from all around
Like the sky had been split in two,
He'd said "be careful" and "do not stop"
My dad was wise, I always knew.

My teeneage years were here with me
I was smart and I was half grown up,
I'd listen then be on my way
My friends would laugh and say 'whas up.'

Tonight my mother had worried so
She didn't want me to go and play,
But buddies were waiting down on the field
This rain would not get in our way.

I drove with caution when I was all alone
My friends would have chidded me so,
But I had precious years ahead of me
And driving like this they'd never know.

The car lights came up fast and bright
I swerved to avoid a wreck,
I braced myself for the screeching halt
There was no time to protect my neck.

I remember the sound when he hit my car
Like transformers changing shapes again,
The crash, the clatter, the crumpled sounds
But mostly I remember just hearing the rain.

He stumbled over and looked in on me
There was something that was in my way,
I remember his eyes and his smelly breath
I did not move when he drove away.

I'd driven with caution as my dad had asked
I'd done all that I should have done,
But in the end, just as it usually is
The drunk who drove is the one who won.

Linda May Spivey~Bjorklund
17 August 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Twilight Zone of Life by Marianne

Twilight Zone of Life

In the twilight zone of life
Where light always seems far away
I've been now far too many times
And this time it seemed I would stay

Then the New Moon sent its beams
A message that couldn't be ignored
You'll see a moon eclipse for a while
But then light will come for sure

And just when darkness thought it had won
And the sky was as black as could be
I saw the beginning of the breaking dawn
Rays of light starting to shine on me

No more will the twilight zone of life
Be allowed to keep me there
I've been there far too many times
But now I know there's always light somewhere

© Marianne Milde 2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Forever Twilight by Stina

Forever Twilight

The gentle breath of twilight
casts a magic glow
Enveloped in the promise
a new hope for tomorrow -

Its spell is but a glimmer
a silent interlude
Entwined between two lovers
beneath the still new moon -

Her heart beat gently falters
while his own does no more
As their souls eclipse the moment
forever they live for -

Her breath is but a whisper
his touch as cold as ice
As together they surpass the breaking dawn
in love's gentlest lullaby's.

© Christina
28th July 2009

Time to Say Goodbye by Linda

Time to Say Goodbye

I first saw you as a little boy
And held you in my arms,
I was captivated
By the measure of your charms.

You grew and needed me
To help you on your way.
The seasons passed too quickly
And soon had dawned the day.

The day you no longer needed me
To calm and allay your fears,
We had shared laughter and play
Sunshine and tears.

Little boy no longer – now you stand tall
Towering well above me.
Heartsick I realize that I must let you go ~
That I must let you be.

With tears in my eyes
I realize you have gone away.
That you have seen the dawning
Of your final day.

I know that you enjoyed life
And for everyone did your best.
We who loved you most of all
Must finally let you rest.

Roses – how you loved them!
And these my final gift to you,
Fragrant and sweet
And kissed by the morning dew.

I shall always remember you
And my memories will be sweet,
As I walk among the roses
Their petals at my feet.

© Linda J. Vaughan
July 26th 2009

Monday, June 22, 2009

Time Spent Reminiscing by Linda


Time Spent Reminiscing

Today I found a box of photographs
Stored with other treasured things,
I sat down to sort through them
And time was given wings.

Photographs of my family ~
A careful pensive look to see
If that was my Great Grandmother
Or could it be really me?

My Father often told me
That I resembled her - the walk, the talk the looks,
The love of words and writing
And very special books.

The dark hair and eyes
The dimples and determined jaw,
I spent a long time then moved on
Because there was so much more.

My Great Grandfather - a quiet gentle soul
A man who loved me dearly.
He shared his love of horses
I can see it all so clearly.

He drove a team of Clydesdales
And went out delivering bread.
I have so many memories of him
Stored within my head.

As a tiny tot he would take me with him
And I would sit next to him with pride.
The smile upon his face
Showed joy he could not hide.

He let me hold the reins a while
And those dear great creatures knew
That they had a novice driving them
And exactly what to do.

When he bedded them down for the night
I would sleep upon the straw
These magnificent animals would step over me
And quietly watch the door.

Three hours soon passed - so many memories
In such a tiny treasure chest.
I shall come back another day
To relive memories of the very best.

© Linda J. Vaughan
22nd June 2009

From my Window by Linda

From My Window

Looking from my windows
I see beauty all around;
The colour of the autumn leaves,
The frost upon the ground.

The smiles upon the faces
Of my family when we meet,
A cheery wave from a neighbour
As I venture down the Street.

The children as they play and frolic
Their faces flushed by cold,
A neighbour whose steps are faltering
Because they are growing old.

A baby quietly sleeping
Safe and loved and warm.
A parent’s gentle caring
Keeping them from harm.

The tiny specks of green
As spring flowers break through,
Roses needing pruning –
Something else to do.

A cat asleep in a pot plant
Relishing the winter sun,
A pathway needing sweeping
When will that be done?

Dust upon a dresser,
A book upon a chair,
A desk in need of tidying
To show some sign of care.

I see so very much from my windows
And it should bring you no surprise,
That the windows I speak of
Are the windows of my soul – my eyes.

© Linda J. Vaughan
June 2009

(Window challenge for May)

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Pensive on Mothers Day by Linda


SECOND SUNDAY IN MAY

It is Mother's Day in Australia
And I look around me with pride.
The love and joy of my daughters
Brings warmth I cannot hide. 

Sitting at my desk, now writing
I look back across the years
Hearing once more the laughter
Feeling the sting of tears. 

How blessed I feel to have them ~
That their tiny hands sought mine.
To be able to patch up scraped knees
And to know that all was fine. 

My heart is full, contentment mine
As I watch their futures evolve,
They work and live and love
And problems try to solve. 

Yet I am feeling troubled
As I think of and remember others
Whose hearts were broken quite in two
Who never became Mothers. 

Those who came home with empty arms
To an empty cradle and silent toys,
No little ones to nurture ~
No little girls or boys. 

I think of those who had no choice
Decisions made by those who "knew best"
Made to give up their little ones
Surely life's greatest test.

Those girls who gave the best gift
To those whose need was real,
A child to love and nurture
Maternal things to feel. 

I think of those who stand in place,
While Mothers work and toil,
Taking care of little ones with love
Not afraid to spoil.
 
So bless you Mothers one and all
Whatever your story may hold,
May the sun shine bright for you
And you never feel the cold.
 
© Linda J. Vaughan
May 9th. 2009

Monday, May 4, 2009

Mother Nature's Painting by Tootypup

Mother Nature's Painting

The mornings silvery mist
Carrying a soft sweet fragrance
Through the forests valley's bliss
The due drops glistening reflections
Touches the mood of the time
 
As the soft hues of Autumn
Caressing the tiny white petals
Of the beautiful wild flowers
The aroma holding you spellbound
 Within the grasp of its magical power

A feeling of serenity filling your heart 
With tenderness as you walk
Along the mornings pathway
The beauty of this new dawns day
Touches you within your soul 
 
Autumn - is Mother Natures Painting
Of a season closing it's eyes 
Before the winter's cold sleep
A beauty of a promise Nature's Guardian
 Will in time forever keep
 
 
© Tootypup-Susan
2009

Mists of Autumn by Linda


Mists of Autumn

Sitting at my desk
I look out across the scene,
The empty seat, the mists that rise
And I wonder what they mean. 

I see her sitting there
And yet I know it cannot be.
For many years have gone
Since she walked with me. 

I feel her tender touch
As she would take my hand and walk,
Sometimes in quiet solitude
And yet at times we would walk. 

I look again and see her leaving
But she was never in this place,
She turns and smiles at me
I remember her lovely face. 

Seasons come and seasons go
The mists rise and fall,
Yet she visits me so often
Such memories I recall. 

Tis only in this season
When autumn chills the air
That she makes her presence felt,
And shows her tender care.
 
It is my favourite season
And I know she loved it too,
So we share a rendezvous,
In the mists and in the dew.
 
She was special in my life
And loved me like no other,
I am proud to see her in the mist  ~
My precious, much loved Grandmother. 

© Linda J. Vaughan
May 3rd. 2009

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Nightmare in Whitechapel by Christina

Nightmare in Whitechapel
 
Now I lay me down to nap
Leaving others in a flap
I close my eyes all else will keep
Till I have woken from my sleep
 
I close my eyes and in a blink
Before I could even stop and think
I find myself in a place
So unfamiliar, like outer space
 
No bed to snuggle up for warmth
No modern cons in any form
Instead an alley cold and dark
With rats and things and dogs that bark
 
And then I hear an awful sound
I stop and take a look around
A scream that chills me to the bone
Like nothing I have ever known
 
Then running footsteps drawing near
And all at once I'm filled with fear
When suddenly we're face to face
And I didn't even bring my mace!
 
He had a look within his eyes
I dare not even recognise
Blood was dripping from this man
And the knife he held within his hand
 
As he advanced I felt his breath
So sure that I would meet my death
But then Big Ben resounds his gong
And my looming captor is at once gone
 
Gulping air my heart does race
I don't know if I like this place
As I huddle on the cobblestones
Wishing I was safe at home
 
Maybe if I take a nap
This dream will then transport me back
Away from here so cold and dark
A chapter of a history past
 
I close my eyes and think upon
All those I miss now that they're gone
When suddenly I wake up to
The things I love and smell of food.
 
© Christina
10th March, 2009


Can YOU guess who my characters are?

Love by Christina

Love

There is a song that used to play
on the radio
That used to tell us what we needed
so many years ago
 
But though nigh on 40 years have passed
it hasn't changed a thing
What we needed then we still need now
more than anything!
 
We've so much violence in our world
such terror, hate and fear
The grim statistics on the news
they worsen every year
 
And though times are always changing
the echo of those words
For peace and love to bring a hope
is not so absurd.
 
What the world needed in '65
has always been the same
A promise sought for every year
I guess some things never change -
 
And here we are still living in hope
but yet we refuse to see
While what the world needs is love
that is should start with me.
 
© Christina

Independent by Genta (Promise for the New Year)

Independent

Adjective with several different definitions

Choosing one to identify with

Free from the influence, guidance, or control of another or others; self-reliant

Trying to start the New Year with a new attitude

Looking for that individual who has the same desire and drive

 

Realizing that I need to let go of the hurt and pain

Believing in myself to be who I am not who I was

Setting goals that I know I can reach

Knowing the love that I seek is inside of me

Praying for people in my life to advise me and not to control

 

Wanting to be dependant on no one

Believing I can step out on that limb

Making things work for me

Rarely asking for assistance

Building a future that is made for me

 

Surrounding myself with those who look out for me

Knowing that I have a circle of people I look out for

Hoping they truly understand what that means

Everyone wanting to fit a definition that is not them

Independent lady knowing when to change the game


© Genta