All things come to an end The mayfly’s dance so short and sweet The slow existence of a star for whom we exist in the fraction of the atom’s face Seeing god’s glory We leave this world alone as we came in, Perhaps a little heavier with the memories we have accumulated Perhaps a little…… Continue reading At the end of my days
Tag: Poetry
Quenched
Iron, red hot in stoked flames, readied for the master’s hammer there, on the anvil placed with care, for to form the soul fire blade, to slay the dragons of my heart Heavy rain the blows that fall, Wide the arm that wields the hammer, Wet with sweat the great man roars Oversees the cooling…… Continue reading Quenched
Bygone Days
Oh when I think of bygone days, When I wander in the haze, Of thoughts that lead me through byways, Tis then I think of bygone days In bygone days my love did laugh, Sweet we did tumble on the grass, Uncaring both we lad and lass, In bygone days a lad and lass Short…… Continue reading Bygone Days
Following the Rail
there, do you see? just around the bend, the place it used to be? a place, the marker there, when you were ten, played with friends, found love and conquered care the tracks, we roll along, beyond each bend, new worlds of friends like mushrooms come then gone, we think the tracks go on,…… Continue reading Following the Rail
Cracks
the marble walls, once so firm, have shifted out of place and tilted lack of care no further grace no hand to plumb the once smooth face has drifted once a temple held together four strong walls against all weather cracks they do appear between the mortar and the stone now in age weathered walls…… Continue reading Cracks
The Greenies and the Meenies
There was a little town and a little child named Roy, and Roy was growing up to be a happy little boy, One day he asked his grandad about the stuff he’d seen, A bunch of people waving signs that purple people all were mean Grandad looked at him and said “You and I are…… Continue reading The Greenies and the Meenies
The Lost and Found
Down the sidewalks, run do we Past the hardware store Past O’Malley’s pub we see A drunk sleeping as he snores Here’s not where our mind does fly Caught in reverie Lying in our past besides Old waters whole and free There we ran down corridors Built of steel and glass All we thought was…… Continue reading The Lost and Found
He’s gone
I’ve passed by the lilacs so sweet and so fair Woven red ribbons in my long blond hair The lily of the valley, greets me with dew A new life I’ve found, in the absence of you You were my shell, confining and tight A robe of blue satin bound tightly in white The hood…… Continue reading He’s gone
The Dimming of the Light
(inspired by hearing The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus. It left me in tears) The light grows dim By open door Between the shores Through which your weary masses came Your parents then and mine did too From foreign land and distant shore Arrived together within a dream To become all the same A proud…… Continue reading The Dimming of the Light
Gone
I miss her touch and warm embrace the smell of flowers in her hair I miss the way she smiled at me her presence made the world feel fair Though grown apart we faced the world with spear and shield kept out the bear of shattered hopes and dreams forlorn so thus an end…… Continue reading Gone
My Gifted Life 