Anyone for poetry?

This is one i wrote in a previous,it`s called;
.Immaterial.
Green curtains,beautifully made,of which i`m uncertain,and yet....
how i love fine china,especially Broccade.
Please let me convey,if i may?
the stuff which dictated my day....
My crazy obsessions,
with all these posessions,
the shimmering vissions,the untold indecisions.
The nick-nacks,the shine
i once thought divine.
To be a good wife,these things were my life,
thank God it`s all faded away!!! :D

 

Thats really good.. Have you got any more ??

 

Excellent!

 

Very good Elaine - would love to see some more if you have any

 

I used to write alot of stuff down a few yrs ago when i used to have bad bouts of the Black Dog.Most of it was very depressing and i threw it away.I do still come across bits of paper in old handbags etc and think Blimey,where was my head then?? Thankfully i can laugh now! :D :rolleyes:

 

I scribbled this one day, out of the blue ....can't rememer that I was in a particulalrly sombre mood ... but perhaps the sun had gone behind a cloud !! M-L


A dreary day, a weary day,
I sit alone with thoughts.....
that stray ..
to days gone by, and wonder where the time has gone...
since far off days when one,
in the innocence of youth, would see the world but not the truth.
Remembering the friends, the foes....
the laughter, tears,
and then one goes
much further back to mothers arms, where, safely held we could not know
what lay in store, which road to go.
But, would we change, if we had chance,
one moment
of this dance of life, where each step however safely trod
can lead us who knows where ? .......I think not,
for basically this life is good, and gives food for thought
for tomorrow, and what ought
to be the future.

 

Truly moving,thank you for sharing it with us ML

 

I enjoyed it too Mona Lisa.

 

Have been known to scribble a few words here and there

I HAD FORGOTTEN

I really had forgotten, how beautiful it was
To wander round the garden,and I tell you this because
This evening I took a stroll, and marvelled at the views
Of Mother Nature�s wonders, I just had to share the news

It was bitter cold this evening, so I wore a coat and hat
And a pair of gloves to warm my hands,I couldn�t forget that
A gin and tonic in my hand, the gloves kept out the cold
Of the ice that tinkled gently in the glass I had to hold

Springtime still seems far away, the frosts still linger on
It will be a week or two or more, til winter�s finally gone
But still the sun was shining bright, to give the heart some cheer
And made me feel that very soon, the Spring would soon be here

Buds are still to open though the daffodils have come
And crocuses are still in bloom, no heat yet from the sun
It won�t be long, I tell myself, in the fading evening light
And that�s exactly what I did, as I wandered round tonight

I loved my little dander, as I moved back to the house
My mind began to wander as I rejoined my spouse
Soon we would be back again, in the garden, where it seems
Mother Nature�s wonders can fulfil our greatest dreams

 

Lovely, everyone! It's nice to know others like poetry as well.

Here's a little ditty from my teenage days ...

The Four Seasons of Life

Spring means live is given.
Summer a joy every day.
Autumn means time is passing.
Winter, life is taken away.

... the signature page from my poetry book, Seasons of Myself (unpublished like my other books! :D )

 

A poet I'm not, but was moved to write a verse for a birthday card recently.
Thus: A picture may fade
And hair turn to grey
But in our hearts you will always stay
But most important to me, your son,is
that there are many many more to come.

 

I have been writing poetry and short stories for the past three years.

I love to write about nature. Here's one I made earlier!

DAYDREAMS

On the early side of day,
sapphire ribbons unwind
from a whistle-clear sky,
to clothe glorious trumpets
of Morning Glories,
which dazzle the eye
with their transient,
frail enchantment.

Willow boughs nod
responses to the muted
voice of the wind as it
shakes the perfume
from a rose. The scented
memory floats softly past,
elusive as a damselfly.

At the sun�s zenith
soft tumbling cumuli
gather their ermine robes
and melt like day-shy stars.
The song thrush rests,
drowsing in the warmth,
as I daydream in time to
life�s eternal rhythms.

 

Some beautiful things here. I congratulate you all and envy your gifts with words.
I can't offer anything original but would like to quote a particular favourite of mine by the Victorian poet Eugene Lee-Hamilton which is very appropriate now. I suppose it's full of fin-de-siecle "malaise" but, nevertheless, it strikes me as being very lovely.
SPRING

There lurks a sadness in the April air
For those who note the fate of earthly things;
A dreamy sense of what the future brings
To those too good, too hopeful, or too fair.

An under-thought of heartache, as it were,
Blends with the paean that the new leaf sings;
And, as it were a breeze from Death's great wings
Shakes down the blossoms that the fruit-trees bear.

The tide of sap flows up the forest trees;
The birds exult in every bough on high;
The ivy bloom is full of humming bees;

But if you list, you hear the latent sigh;
And each new leaf that rustles in the breeze
Proclaims the boundless mutability.

 

This in a dream,i did see..
The skies were ablaze,cries for liberty.
Ha! `tis astounding the ignorance of thee.
Listen.Can`t you hear?
When a child is lost,and it`s Mother blind,
the unspeakable acts,of the human kind.
Falling,yet fighting,on and on...
Did i stray from the path?
My concience is clear.
Wait. Hold on.It`s only a dream.
When confusion is reason,
yet the burden demeans.
How extreme.