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HeartSong & Lovelight
Skeptical sidestep beyond oblique,
When captured I lay wounded but not unique.
Afterward, my mind ablaze with fury and grief,
Finds no quiet, no peace, no love, no relief.
Expressionless nights fold into timeless days,
They flash by like lightning and dark again stays,
Quietly I steal away to island beach,
With love slip sliding beyond my reach.
Where did it go and when did it leave?
My heart lies hidden and it makes me grieve.
My heart's been quiet for so very long,
I have even forgotten my personal song.
Come out! Come out! I often shout,
But who's to hear this tearing about?
My heart lies hidden where no one goes,
My heart lies hidden but sometimes it glows.
Glows tender though it may seem,
Bright as a candle and with a bright beam,
You say; If you speak from your heart,
You speak truth from your light!
How well spoke you are, what a delight.
You're clear headed, strong and quite bright.
Heart Woman's song is strong; and has much to say,
So softly, gently, you ply your sway.
Straight from the heart, you tell of it now,
Where does that come from, better yet how?
Your love is given each time you share,
You come across loving and it shows you care,
My heart lies hidden, mostly from fear,
Of what I forgot but I know it was near,
For my heart speaks softly and no one can hear,
My heart speaks softly mostly from fear.
You are right, I am sure of it; I mean I can see,
For it is not my heart that is hidden, but me.
The Tiara
Gleefully wending my way towards you,
I think of times gone by.
Thinking of ways to tell you,
That I didn’t mean to make you cry,
You stood there and crumbled,
Eyes full of tear,
While stupidly I said more,
When I should have held you near.
There is no way to undo,
This awful mess I made.
Except to tell you I love you,
You are the Queen of my parade.
Gray Suits
Another one, another and then another,
Just young kids, someone’s sister, or brother.
Lost to the gray suit’s war,
An arm, eye. leg, or life.
Sent somewhere no one heard of,
To straighten out their strife.
They, the untold, oppressed, foreign masses,
Would rather we were at home, or even back in classes.
What price this thing freedom,
You ask me to pay,
Giving my son or daughter,
To you to put in harm’s way.
The gray suits they declare,
War is the answer, if we only dare,
There is no good in war, no way, I say,
Just a price you and I eventually must pay.
Give up your children, let them go, they say,
To somewhere far abroad they will go today,
Where they pay a price far more,
Than giving up the mall, the store,
In short, one might say,
They may give up their life in harm’s way.
Yes, they may give up their young life
To straighten out someone else’s strife.
Sad Clown
Life can’t be this difficult you really want to believe,
Wiping tears from your eyes and nose upon your sleeve.
You think it’s all over; your end is near to be,
When all you need to do is get down on bended knee.
Ask yourself forgiveness, and listen closely, see,
For the answers lie within you, they will surely set you free.
You ask; why am I here and what is to be?
"Design your life carefully, listen closely to me."
The voice within answers, clearly as can be,
But you choose to ignore it, instead pay a hefty fee,
Living the sad clown you have come to be.
Sunny Day
Oh Joy, Oh Wow, Oh me!
The clouds lifted this morning, it was sunny as can be.
The warmth of summer’s day led me to a place,
Where sun shining brightly, a smile upon my face,
I saw you there standing under that big tree,
Waiting for your favorite, yes, waiting for me.
When you saw me, your face, it did light,
A smile crossed your lips, teeth gleaming white.
I let you know I was coming; It was so easy to see,
You kept your eyes upon me, your face full of glee,
How lovely, how pure you seemed,
As towards you I steamed,
For on that sunny day,
You bought my ice cream.
Catch the Wind
Looking askance I notice all round,
Rarely a smile, more often a frown.
All moving, going somewhere as if in a dream,
Glazed, dazed and overdone, eyes seen without gleam.
Got to buy something or so it would seem,
Got to buy more, but only the cream.
Got to get what they’re missing,
Something must be, they’re told,
You’re surely lacking, better stop slacking,
and get started cracking, to be in the fold.
The dream is told and not really had,
"Be happy, buy more and you won’t be sad."
Lost in that dream and thinking it real,
Forgetting who did it for sake of the deal,
They bought it all, no kidding, I think,
They upgraded everything, even the sink.
Chasing down happiness is like catching the wind.
Whispers
It is "I" that does the breathing, It is "I" that knows I do,
It is "I" that writes these lines and "I" send them to you.
"I" send this off to you and "I" hope that you read,
Isn’t it "I" also who, when cut, will bleed?
This "I" makes choices, for me to seek out,
This "I" whispers quietly and rarely ever shouts.
My brain is dealing with all that I got,
My brain is distracted taking care of my lot.
I hardly take time to visit with me anymore,
If I did, just maybe, it would be time to explore.
The right time for “I” to be speaking to me,
If only I listened, I know I would see,
Something there waiting for the right key,
To unlock “I”, myself and maybe even ME.
Poems this page by Larry Bancroft © 2005
These poems property of Larry Bancroft...they may not be reproduced without express permission.Thank you
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