...a life lived...

There Are Days

2009-06-21T12:05:00.000+08:00

When time crawls still and seconds pause,
And the mind lingers just ever so,
When we find solace in that which was,
Remembering times not too long ago…

There are days when the heart aches in quiet,
As we fondly remember those,
That once meant the world, a love acquired,
A refuge from whines and woes…

While we sink in pillows on beds ever kind,
Emotions can flood the soul,
A touch, a caress, the words ‘do be mine’,
A love that could never grow old…

But old can love get, when distance is present,
When days away turn into months,
The heart will still try but the mind is persistent,
To live life filling needs and wants…

There will be days when old love is missed,
When the present seems all wrong,
On bad days, and lost days, when nothing is bliss,
And the past seems right all along…

On those days take heart for those days will be there,
Together with days that you’ll find,
New friends and new love, new memories to share,
And new souls who say ‘do be mine’…

In all of those days find some time to remember,
And perhaps share a moment or two,
To relive a love shared, a love never forgotten,
But one faded, a remembered few…

When I say I love you I know I always will,
But love can change over time,
Just remember the times shared, and know that I feel,
That forever, you will always be mine.

In Whispered Moments

2009-06-21T12:03:00.001+08:00

In whispered moments,
In glances shy,
Love is blossomed,
Gently by and by,
As time unfolds,
The bond grows tight,
A love is shared,
A love so right,
As Mandarin ducks,
Once mated, commit,
A lifelong promise,
Two souls one need,
May the days ahead,
Be spent together,
Just like the ducks,
May you both be forever…

Haunted

2009-06-21T11:54:00.000+08:00

Weren't we together just yesterday?

Two wraiths just wisping by,

It’s funny how quickly a love can stray,

When we chose to let it die.

Bridges

2009-06-21T11:52:00.000+08:00

No man is an island,
No one is alone,
We build fragile bridges,
Some of paper, some of stone.

Some bridges hold steady,
Its foundations run deep,
Some bridges are ephemereal,
No memories to keep.

Then there are stone bridges,
That's built to everlast,
And though it stands for evermore,
It stands but in the past.

The path to it forgotten,
Its ways and markers lost,
New bridges are formed to find new ways,
But high will be the cost.

We once built one together,
A bridge between our lives,
A bridge to anchor us in stead,
A bridge to weather strife.

But when our path meandered,
Our goals no longer aligned,
The bridge we built became less used,
It drifted out of mind.

Perhaps its another bridge of many,
For in life our paths renew,
Some climb the highest mountains,
Some choose a scenic view.

I'm often proud and happy,
Though it's not often easily seen,
For anger and frustration,
Cloud the emotions within.

I'm happy that you took the path,
Building new bridges on your way,
Towards the goals you strive for,
Towards a better day.

As you start a life anew,
Know that an old friend remembers,
That once we built a bridge together,
That once you were all that matters.

No man is an island,
No one is alone,
Though I can build no bridge to reach you,
Our bridge in the past is stone.

The Abominable Snowfrog

2009-06-21T11:47:00.003+08:00

Frigid lands of snow behold!
Veiled thinly by light fog,
Beware the mutant monster cold,
The abominable snowfrog!

Apple Pie

2009-06-21T11:46:00.001+08:00

On frigid nights and chilly mornings,
On quiet sombre days,
When gray clouds hang in the sky of evening,
When the trees in wind do sway,

When dinner's done and dark has fallen,
When tired mothers sigh,
The time has come for a friend forgotten,
For fresh baked apple pie,

With plate a ready and fork in hand,
A slice is laid out warm,
A moment is taken for a silent amen,
A thanks for the quiet calm,

How brief this life of mortal men,
With death so ever close by,
How great it is then to have a friend,
As reliable as apple pie....

Dinosaur Trees

2009-06-21T11:45:00.001+08:00

(photo courtesy of www.heartpatrick.com)

I looked up in awe,
At the dinosaur trees,
At creatures that once stood tall,
Its prehistoric tendrils,
Reaching up to the heavens,
Towering above one and all...

I can imagine the roar,
And bellow of beasts,
That lives on in fossils of bone,
Creatures that roamed,
And ruled violent earth,
While the tree stood mightily alone...

I looked up in awe,
With imagination spurring,
And I feel so ever more,
Tiny and insignificant,
As I stand in the shadow,
Of the dinosaur trees of lore.

Fields of Green

2009-06-21T11:44:00.001+08:00

So green the fields,
That carpet yonder,
So vast the wide expanse,

Grass leaves delight,
Stretching out in sight,
So lush, so thick, so dense...

I strained to see,
To peer with eyes,
For a cottontail or two,

Or perhaps long ears,
I quietly peered,
For a flash out of the blue...

A tinge of hope,
Mere possibility,
Fed my gaze as it lingered on,

Through fields of green,
That carpet yonder,
A neatly unkept lawn...

But no rabbits hopped,
No bunnies tumble,
No parade of long furry ears,

Until it dawned,
A warm realisation,
That a cute bunny was always here...

In my heart...

I Do Not Know

2009-06-21T11:43:00.001+08:00

I do not know what lies ahead,
Beyond the here and now,
I do not know what promises await,
I do not know, so how?

Do I jump in,
Or rush headlong,
Or take little baby steps?
Do I have guns ablazing,
Or knock on doors,
Or tip toe, tippity tap?

I do not know what lies ahead,
Beyond the here and now,
But I do know that if I wait,
Life will mean less somehow...

Detour

2009-06-21T11:42:00.001+08:00

Life roads are lonely,
The drive forlorn,
A drawn out journey,
Every dusk to dawn...

The destination's different,
The road's the same,
Deja vu moments,
Again and again...

Until you find,
A new reason to drive down a new road...

Little Bird

2009-06-21T11:41:00.001+08:00

Little bird oh little bird...
I see you every night,
You come and rest upon the leaf,
Exhausted from your flight.

Little bird oh little bird...
Where did you go today?
Did you meet your friends up in the sky,
In the clouds did you all play?

Little bird oh little bird...
I'm glad you chose my home,
As a place for you to sleep,
As a place to call your own.

Slightly Suicidal

2009-06-21T11:39:00.001+08:00

The tears they flow, a river so troubled,
The pain ebbs with every wave,
The answer lies, just moments awaiting,
But the heart just isn't so brave,

A messed up soul, a tired old soldier,
Of the war of unrequited love,
Does he go on with guns ablazing,
Or has his time in hell been serve?

Is death the answer for a life less worthy,
Will mortal sins wash away the pain?
With a puff of smoke, with sex-starved strangers,
In vile will hope be gained?

The lights are fading, the kinship weak,
An island is this man,
Should time be wasted, should he end it all,
And in Death be his own true friend. . .

Special Days

2009-06-21T10:05:00.001+08:00

Some days are special,
Unexpectedly,
They rustle with delight...
Of magical promises,
Enchantingly,
They make the heart take flight...

The Story of the Boastful Elephant and the Slimy Green Frog

2009-06-21T10:02:00.000+08:00

It was a clear sunny day in the lush green forest,
When a thump-thump suddenly thundered through,
It was the stomping of the Elephant, big and huge and gray,
And oh, he was a boastful one too...

And he thundered through the trees and the bushes and the grass,
And the birds went a shrieking skywards,
He thundered till he came to a pond with a frog,
A small slimy green creature with warts...

And the Elephant said,

'Oh you're so small, and ugly, and green, and slimy!'
'How I'm glad I'm not like you!'
'Because you're small, and ugly, and green, and slimy!'
'And oh, so icky too.'

And the Frog replied,

'Small may I be, and green that I am,'
'But ugly I disagree,'
'For though small and green and well, probably slimy'
'I could do things you have never seen.'

And the Elephant laughed.

'Ha ha HA! Ha ha HA! What can you do that I cannot?'
'For you're small and ugly, and oh green and slimy!'
'Whereas I'm big and strong, with a trunk that's long'
'I don't envy you but instead I pity!'

And the Frog shrank inside, his heart skipped a beat,
Disheartened though as he was,
He dismissed the boastful Elephant and sat quiet on his pond,
For he was content without an ego vast...

Amidst all the boasting, of the big gray elephant,
A fly came whistling by,
And the fly saw the huge ears, of the big gray elephant,
And thought, 'Shade from the sun! Oh my, oh my!'

So the fly whizzed round the Elephant, seeking promised shelter,
And in doing so caused much fear,
For the mighty Elephant could hear the loud whizzing,
And it was only the sound he could hear,

For the fly was too small and too fast to be seen,
And the Elephant was terrified!
And he thumped and he thumpered, with his ears flapping wild,
And the frog sat there mummified,

And the Frog wondered,

'Gawd this is strange, what a turn of events'
'I would laugh but it would be impolite,'
'Maybe I should help? Would the Elephant appreciate?'
'Maybe he'll see me in another light?'

So the Frog leapt in the air, with legs all aloft,
And streaked his tongue out like a whip,
With a split second dash, the fly met an end,
And the Frog had a decent midday treat,

But the Elephant had not noticed, so wild was his fear,
That he thump and thumpered so ever more,
And the Frog in midair, had to abide by the law,
Of gravity so down he soared,

From the safety of his pond, he landed on land,
In a bewildering looming shadow,
He briefly wondered, where the sun had gone,
But the Frog would see no tomorrow,

For under the feet of the big and gray Elephant,
Did the frog unfortunately land,
And after a minute, when silence echoed round,
Did the Elephant stopped his rant,

The Elephant said,

'Ah my might has prevailed! It is silent once again'
The threat must have scurried to cover!'
'For I'm big and strong, with a trunk that's long!'
'And no other can make me cower!'

And he stood in full boast, and looked at the pond,
At the spot where the Frog (now deceased) once sat,
'Oh Frog did you not see, how brave I was'
'OH FROG! Where are you now, you coward!'

And the Elephant said,

'Oh how rude was he, to leave me alone'
'A coward! But that is no surpise,'
'For he was small and ugly, and green and slimy,'
'And I'm a mighty Elephant, big and wise!'

So on a clear sunny day, in the lush green forest,
The boastful Elephant thump and thumpered through,
And the kind hearted Frog, laid splattered by the pond,
With nary a memory as the birds by flew.

The Wait

2009-06-21T09:56:00.000+08:00

Dark is the day that speaks of night,
Darker the heart that longs,
Dark is the soul who with battered might,
Waits for his gentle song,

Who patience is a virtue cursed,
For pain is by the second,
To yearn to hear to know the worst,
To leap at every beckon,

It is a wait that murders hope,
A slow and gasping death,
By and by the soul will cope,
But torture is the pull of breath,

Yet to hope will fingers grasp,
And to faith embrace the heart,
And wait will the soul with hands in clasp,
For but Death will they do part.