POETRY THAT COMES FROM THE HEART AND SOUL: 2016-01-24

Saturday 30 January 2016

MANIER TIME

MANIER A TIME

There has been manier time

That there has been a love lost and won

The cradled rocked from side to side

It’s weathered the storms from years gone by

The knocks, bangs and the chipping away

At the heart and soul of everything

The time has come for some beauty and grace

A balance, stillness, a place to rest

A ballerina poised even at rest

Taking the time away from time

Her anguishes, her pains

There is time to refrain

Withdraw from the frays

Quieting her thoughts to a silence

Breathing in new refreshed poise

Away from the noise

The love of her choice

The man of her choice

Her love now lost

Her cradle her rock

Her love once lost

The silent tears, her fears

How is she going to get through the years?

Her poise, her grace written on her face

Hiding what you cannot you see

Or is it hidden?

30^th January 2016

Friday 29 January 2016

BORN WITH CHAINS?

BORN WITH CHAINS?

Are we really born tied to chains?

Are we programmed with chains?

Is it from birth to death?

Those chains bind us all

Never free from the boredom

The choredom

The eating the sleeping

The getting up

The going down

Every waking moment

The walk against the tides

What fears us?

What keeps us?

Why those damn chains that keep us back

Back, back, back

Holding us back

At every attack

Attacks from criticism

Disagreement

Cynicism

Pessimism

Sarcasm

Oh how those chains feel tight

So tight

Pulling you back

From your back

The pull to go back

Never wanting to fight back

Losing the will

But finding the will

Against your will

So are we bound by chains?

Chains of our own making

Head for that light

Fight the fright

Let them chains go

17^th November 2012

FOOT NOTE

This was my way of cleansing the toxic waste from years of abuse from my adoptive parents, so I hope this helps others in the processes of change in our lives

Thursday 28 January 2016

AS I LOOK (Part of my life story in poetry)

AS I LOOK

Far beyond the distance

Where the sun is setting

For the last time today

Far beyond this day

There lay

A past that seemed so vast

A past which seemed unreal

Surreal

Like it never happened to this lady

This woman

Of this day

She swept the cobwebs away

Blew her mind, soul and heart

Right apart

It had to be done!

It needed to be done!

To undo all the pain

That came with such torrents of rain

The thunderous sounds

Which clapped, trapped

Me in a maelstrom

All around

A vortex out of control

Sucking, seeping, weeping

All that was crying out loud

Your water spout

Your stupid pout

That fooled others out

But now the maelstrom is over

It’s quiet, peaceful

The waters are calm

Just the gentle ripples remain

Reminding me nothing stays the same

Except my beauty, and my name

26^th March 2014

Wednesday 27 January 2016

BELL OF THE BALL

Who has it all!

The glamour

The glitz

Every gown that fits

The bright lights of the town

Yet you still wear a frown

The furs

And fleurs

The diamonds and pearls

You drink cocktails in the swankiest bars

Alone!

You watch the crowds

The couples

That surrounds

Making their own sounds

You’re all alone

Watching

Waiting?

Anticipating

You turn your head slightly

A hint of a smile

That can be seen from a mile

Is it your man?

Or an others hand

That waves in the throngs

In this world and land

Of yours

Lonely and forlorn

With all the riches

With loads of hitches

That cannot be stitched

With the finest of stitches

It’s a black and white world

A biosphere

Minus its atmosphere

Where you see free

And carefree

I see loneliness

A real lonesomeness

I know I live in this world

Of seclusion

Exclusion

From the ordinary

Conventional

Everyday

16^th January 2014

Tuesday 26 January 2016

THE HORIZON BEFORE ME

Looking bleak and cold

Never knowing what the future may hold

But here I stand in anticipation that it will be

A wonderful happily future

Not cold, nothing held back

And all the past there on the rack

With no looking back

This ship, this vessel

Taking me to new places

Imaginary, un-imaginary

Real, surreal

The sky may look cold and uninviting

But then is it?

Before these eyes there is a wonder

A wonder that there is a future

Within the horizon before me

6^th September 2013

Monday 25 January 2016

RIVERS OF LIGHT

Flowing like a stream

Graceful

Elegant

Sinuously

Supple

Winding

Flowing

Right through

It is so supple

Agile too

Swift in its actions

Sprightly too

Responsive to all that is

Receptive

Approachable too

The tide so alert

Ready and prepared too

Strands of color

Golden hues

Sweeping away the blues

Swishing, whooshing and whispering through

Flowing freely through

Cleansing

Renewing

Invigorating

River of light

Reach out and touch it

Feel it

Right through

10^th July 2012

Taken from the Sunburst and Flames poetry book

Sunday 24 January 2016

BUTTERFLY

BUTTERFLY

You fly on the wings

Graceful, elegant as time goes by

There is such beauty

That is conceivable so true

Convincingly so true

You never stop for one moment

Flitting, flying around

Just pausing for the nectar

Then fly off

To another distant place

Your life is short-lived

Summer comes around just once

And then you are gone

Leaving sweet memories

To reminice and miss

To astound us

Amaze and value we do

Sit and stay awhile

So that we may enjoy

The moment of bliss

And beauty

21^st August 2014