Pockets

A day at a time

A tear that will dry

There is a reason,

There is a season

But still there is despair

A hug to say all is fine

A word of encouragement

To calm a racing mind

But there will still be that moment

Hands in pockets, and emptiness felt

Such is a revisiting sorrow

That comes in waves

Such is a daunting anxiety

That comes uninvited

Such is the guilt felt

For shifting the mood

So I ask that you bear with me

You jolly soul, best friend, confidant

One day it may be well

One day the pockets may be filled

With something other than emptiness

Something worth remembering,

Something that will carve a smile

Inspired By Thaxted

Dawn sweep away the perils

That chided me in sleep

Praying and crying out, though nasal

My Saviour, He hears me weep

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Turned on side, pillowing my fears

The stillness, so loud, envelops

Reminded of a hymn to repress the tears

Gathering courage, to never give up hope

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The day is bursting through

And the remnants of night, they fade

Flee away you woe, perhaps one or two

For today we choose joy, and will not trade

Blues

In a world of chaos

Some are choosing their blues

The big ones, the little ones

And they ponder in recluse

So be wary and considerate

That you know not their fate

For some have slept

Only to wake and walk

Walking, but not existing

For some have dreamt

A thousand dreams, yet still sulk

Moping in misery

And for some, they are hoping

For a glimpse of a miracle

Hands clasped tightly

As they mumble prayers of petition

And as for the writer,

She cries out for reassurance

Tonight, feeling weighted more

By the littlest of blues

Night of…

Night of laments

So why do I see the stars?

For every mistake, a choice I made

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Night so contoured

Why do I sense hope?

The haze, slowly fading into the horizon

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Night, of…restoration

Certainly must be

Regrets are in the distant

The End

When you know, you know

Unmistakable synergy

The senses relaying,

The tragic news

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But it’s the switch

The transition, the click

The crossover

Immediate and sudden

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Burden is delivered

Guilt casts over

The silent ache, reverberating

This, the soundtrack to the loss of child

I Should Go

My eyes must unsee
False hope and regret.
Before we lose our sanity
I should go…

My hands must unlock your grip
Know a freedom of their own.
Before we pull back into embrace
I should go…

My body must unlearn
A home it once knew.
Before we cross the line
I should go…

If

If I knew,
That my goodbye would be stolen,
By the silence that is
I never would have been your friend

If I saw,
You treat me as an outcast
Like I was an easy page to turn
I never would have looked at you twice

And if I envisioned these tears,
Tears because of your doing,
That pelt my face every night
I never would have let you see my soul

Man and His Oak

The two

One seeking, one looking to be found

The two

Have one, an ache that is anticipation

The two

The Carpenter and the Oak.

 

Seemingly symbiotic loving,

But what materialized, the end indeed

Chameleon loving.

In all hues, till death

And in death, see the hues, now blackened.

 

At first sight, as we know, love

Thus began the fairytale

Man and the Oak

Leaves evergreen, nature’s centerpiece

And in her wait to be adored

In her wait to be found

She anticipated gratitude.

 

Man and his cherished Oak

Man, very much in control

Oak, naively besotted

Oh he changed her!

And she didn’t mind, because love…

Each day he carved her

An edge here, a curve there

Man, the Carpenter

Man, the Refiner

He wanted her perfect

Her beautiful flaws, he smoothened out

He wanted shine

Her grainy appearance, he glossed up

Man and his polished Oak

His anticipation, that his efforts be rewarded

And that was so, by his “work of art”

 

But what happened next

Tragic, love so tragic!

He, Man, sought after another Oak

He, Man, gave her out, without blinking

And her forever now,

Anger, resentment, shame and unhappiness

Trapped in a cocoon

Stripped of raw beauty

Exposed, and he, Man, had not cared

 

Man and His Oak

This is what he did to nature.

 

Meeting I

Meeting I, in solitude,

I was not happy.

Meeting I, in tears,

I was down in spirits.

Meeting I, in nothingness

I was feeling unworthy.

Meeting I was pain,

I wanted to hug my being.

Meeting I was sympathy,

I wanted to lend reassurance.

Meeting I, I needed to be found,

Because they, they deserted I. 

Meeting I was crucial,

Because I needed rediscovery.

CRYING MARILYN

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A crying Marilyn Monroe

A sad goddess sits bewildered.

Disdain is building up inside,

A glass of wine to drown the pain,

The dark clouds have gathered,

The picture perfect reflection is veiled.

Dreams are shattered, Passion is a traitor

A long face, eyes red

She plunged tonight, love made her fall,

Mirror mirror on the wall, She’s the saddest of them all.

 

Oh Beauty where hides thy radiance?

Mascara remnants and shaky hands betray her malaise,

Feigning confidence earlier that she would be okay,

But resentment is harboring  in a void so deep.

It hurts now, tomorrow it will, and the days after.

Crying Marilyn, be strong, solace is on the way.

FAREWELL DARLING, FAREWELL

A darling is gone, not forgotten

The weather dull, it tells of the pain

Tears fall, disbelief and sorrow, a darling departed all of a sudden

Seconds before, minutes ago, days past when a joyous soul was alive, and had more to attain

Stark silence, grief-stricken faces, memories are all of what’s left behind.

A legacy perhaps, a fortune maybe, or, what was considered a strong presence felt, but now it’s too late to rewind.

 

A darling is resting, resting in peace,

Cheer up all folk, be assured that thou is in good hands.

Gone are all words spoken, good or bad, let all backbiting cease!

The past whether lived well or not, who are we to judge?

Our Maker and Creator, The Omnipotent God decides, not anyone else.

So, so, people talk, but do they know? Different shoes all have different walking styles.

 

A darling is remembered, celebrate the wonderful memories,

You and I are blessed to have been a part of the life story.

No more tears, but calm minds and happy faces, do share your pleasantries.

Commemorate the laughter and joy you once had, end the spell of worry.

Believe that the special one looks down and is blissful,

The sight of happy friends and family is once again refreshing and beautiful.