Thursday, April 10, 2008
Poetry
And that’s the way he lives Shuffling slowly across the room Looking back from time to time To see where he has been. His mind walking at a fas ter pace. Frustration and anger Steal his mood A prisoner of himself No way to cure the fault And he lingers here and there Contemplating one thought:...
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Poetry
A Helping Hand Where is the fire in my soul That made me think that I could live forever’ Why did my smiles Turn to tears What happened in these years. Life doesn’t get better with every passing day. The petals fall off the rose Eventually. ‘ We finally understand We are alone you and I No one there...
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Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Poetry
My Uncle Fred In nineteen forty four An aunt of mine married a man She met in the War. A southern boy from West Virginia Way, I would say The kindest man I ever knew. I was about seven And every day at five I’d walk down to the El At the local bar and grill To get Uncle Fred And Bring him home. He’d...
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Poetry
A Simple Request Please No prayers No tears No eulogy Let me be. No songs No Woes. Too much noise And strife Already In this life. People who know Will see Your hypocrisy. You were never there When you were supposed to be. Leave me alone. Let me own My Eternity With those I wish to be.
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Poetry
The true horror of DEMENTIA whatever the cause – Parkinsons, Alzheimers—is that they are aw a re of what is happening to them. The true pain is “all in the knowing.” I needed to revise this “poem: and make it clearer to the readers. I hope I was more successful this second time. I understand the...
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Poetry
WASTED YEARS Wasted years Wasted tears Wasted words And Wasted fears. Always trying to please. Never good enough Never enough. Always wrong. Never right. Body broken Spirit too. I’ve learned my lesson Never too late Can’t do that to me Again End of debate!
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Poetry
Unchained Memories To hell The stories you tell! They bleed me I’ve heard the telling before And prayed I wouldn’t hear them anymore. Imprisoned memories Chained in dark corners of my mind Free again To crucify.
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Monday, April 7, 2008
Poetry
Not Just A Memory You’re not just a memory You all live in me. The way I walk. The way I talk The color of my hair. How I feel What I say My special ways. You’re not just a memory. You’re all still there.
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
Poetry
Signum Dei * I only asked for a sign One That was clear. No guessing games here. When you are close to that day You pray there is someone beyond Who will show you the way. But this silence frightens me. Where can the lost be. No one ever touched my shoulder From the other side To say I am here It...
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Poetry
Betrayal For every betrayal There is A crucifixion Of one kind or another. I’ve known a Judas or two Or more. Your pain is their gain Your loss is their win. No matter the sin. That is their law. Empty And Christless souls Jackals after the Lion’s share. Cannibals of innocent flesh Makers of martyrs...
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