How much more can I take
From the weak, petty and jealous
Propping up their frail egos
By draining me
Of my peace
Of mind?
How will this end?
Their ego and character will sit unsteadily
On a dry faltering castle of sand
As my mind
Will become even more focused
And rid of the trivial,
Glowing like real solid gold
As the froth from the sliding ripples
Crawls
Towards an already
Shaky fort.
And the happiness
Drained from me
Was not enough
To save the castle
From crumbling
Back to the sea.
Only to have my faith and peace trashed
And crumpled up
And thrown back on to the path.
A split second moment
That meant nothing to anyone
But me
Good afternoon.
Some wine,
Break bread,
Listen intently
As the afternoon breaks,
Out of
Morning’s cold clutch,
And becomes
Luminous,
In its own right.
Pulling the river and the people
Quicker
Towards a red silver evening.
I remember
Running through streams and stepping over twisty ripples
One mossy rock at a time,
The thin hands on the grandfather clock
Ticked and tocked and stopped momentarily
Allowing our laughs and screams of joy
Time to spread through the trees and bramble,
And the sunlight to dance on our dreams.
I’m older now and recall,
Such happy moments, golden times.
They pierce the hard days and drudgery
Of this horrid world
When the same thin hands on the grandfather clock
Never seems to stop,
To let the same old sun come into my dreams.
What a beautiful day
Nice
Hot
Sweaty
Clean fresh views
Of the raspberry bush
Purply red prickly swaths
Of leaves
And fruit
And watery streams
Running away from springtime
AN AWESOME SOURCE OF ROMANTIC POETRY
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Poet, Writer and Game Designer
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"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
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AN AWESOME SOURCE OF ROMANTIC POETRY
Le quotidien du DIY
Poet, Writer and Game Designer
2 Lines each day...
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Ein Tagebuch unserer Alltagsküche-Leicht nachkochbar
Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord.
A New Era
"History is a vast early warning system." Norman Cousins
Exploring open roads without breaking the bank
Spanning the world with pieces of think
Earth Without Art Is Just EH
When something happens according to your wishes,it is good ,but if not ,then even better ,because then it happens according to the God's wish.
travel and adventure
Drunk Conversations and My Boring Life
The Evolution of a Soulful Expressionist
An eccentric blogger with a pen and a thousand ideas
