Hopeful Wonders....
i like that title

rather inspiring in a way i hadn't anticipated.  as is the tendency with these poems now that i begin to look at them.  hahaha....funny how something as meaningless as a phrase of a few words can, even if only for a moment, delight a new aspiration of personal hope...

thank you

oh, and too answer your question, no i don't have any poems.
i used too, but i gave that up.

but don't let that stop you!  continue!!

Quoted from TheParadoxicalShaman Hopeful Wonders.... i like that title rather inspiring in a way i hadn't anticipated.  as is the tendency with these poems now that i begin to look at them.  hahaha....funny how something as meaningless as a phrase of a few words can, even if only for a moment, delight a new aspiration of personal hope... thank you

Glad you liked that one!! I quite like that title too. It is funny how a few words can evoke so much feeling.

Andy x

Quoted Text Morning Light Reflections of the love that used to be,   Images, crazy images yes, you and me. Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great, Aching and breaking and twisting, too late. Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed, No place, no love, fears, tears, get pissed. Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm, You wake early, routine burly, sit and think, you squirm. Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time, Bet you money, make you rich, make him mine. Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God. Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself, this hold. Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see, Repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me. Here you are, for you are here, Confused? Wake up! Now where’s that fear?

Simply wow...I really admire this one. It's my favorite. You're a very good poet Andy.

-ONEY

Sorry, Oney, only just saw your post.

Thanks for the compliment. I wrote it a year after my first relationship ended. It was a very reflective time for me and was a good way of releasing those feelings.

Andy  

well i have one i just made....unfortunately on my other computer.  so when i get back on monday or tuesday i'll put it up...

funny how only moods of extreme can produce works of art...

happiness or vice versa...

these will tide me over until then...
not as good...but...still



I am not the face
I am not the arms or legs or chest
I am not the mind

In a choice that guides the heart, the heart becomes the guide
What empty contents then contained within a choice?
No tongue to say how much I love, no eyes to see how much I care
No gentle fingers with to which I stroke thine cheeks
Or lips that I would choose embrace

And therefore with a choice
My love is made unknown
Besides the darkness of the guide that beats my chest,
Or cowardice towards fear of special kinds,
Could not the happiness I might detract be added hence,
To justify a choice?

Nay, love is not a toy
And neither lives a candle’s life,
Nor hides a spark in blackness tomb
Love cannot be a secret
As a secret is a thing clandestine in a way
To make your own fair guide twice quiver and then die
Keep it not chained with silence,
Or shackled by indolence

For a choice not yours may be,
To unrequited passion fly
A choice to never know is of a greater sin
It cannot be the mute man’s game
To wonder in the decades far from now

The answer matters as an insect’s life
To vaster arms of galaxies
It is the question paramount
That rivals fame and glory of a universe
And is the purpose of a choice, of any kind

I am not the face
I am not the arms or legs or chest
I am not the mind

But towards the undiminished span of my own candle’s flame
I am the total of a spirit more than that
And wise enough to know that friendly Death
Would victory concede by lightless of a Loveless guide
Unless I make a choice

this one i made for a friend of mine who was going through a hard time...

Perseverance

There is the longest hour of night beheld
That drifts in darkling snowflakes from the sky
And with a storm of sorrow ash compelled
Will chain us to the ground as hard we try

This shadow storm that blurs the truth of life
And forces you to kneel on tears you’ve wept
Will razor hew thine heart with cruel knife
And with a bastion rage deny the faith you’ve kept

For all the tears that come to oceans by your cheeks
And all the words of grief whose lessons never stayed
And all the hardships ever since conceived
Remember then the wisdom here I trade

To each and all enduring spirits fall
But with a rooted strength of Pine or Cedar pride,
That tolerates the angry beast and brawl,
Will bend with wind, not break with wave or tide

Let broken hope remake from cindered glee
The urge to strive and seek and thrash defeat,
Ne’er tarry from a goal of promise wreathed,
Or waver on a path of virtue beat

In you a light of untrounced brilliance
That frightens problems from their graveyard dreams
And gives you strength of hundred millions
To wage a triumph over deadened themes

Though times may be both dark and endless more
Know that a spirit like the one that grows in you
Will yet see happiness that has implored
To burst in blossomed plumage wise and true

As you are so unique, a lesson be,
As always one who knows how complex all that is
And doubts of what a future will decree,
See you as I see you through writing such as this

Never abroad or close to home at heart
Has fortitude against all odds been willing spent
Or trials of a cruel Life who try impart
Been persevered by such a soul of such extent

Therefore abide naught worries of the past
But look onwards towards arms that will outlast

same object of affection, different perspective



A Saviour Choice

Through all the crucibles that years have brought,
With downright pain and pleasure switching hands,
None scream with aching of a torture wrought,
Or burning in a private Hell of burning sand

More than the unrequited tolerance
Of mortal injured hearts cast into flame
For all the darkling minds without guidance
Will find the bitter barbs of death the same

And yet, as hearts tossed off a cliff, they beat
With earthquake tremors when she’s near
And shudder like a dying soldier’s feet
As words from lips run through like darts or spears

For love is roses of the ocean sea
Rather than crimson blood spilled from above
That are as shunned for hue and rarity
Than common petals in a redder glove

Friendship or one of passions lighter sparks
Is where the final rung of my short ladder climbs
And fails to discover realms where bliss embarks
Or where contended love eludes completed crimes

But I will never whisper adoration
For the hurt of never standing side by side
Without the warming thoughts to heed valence
Engraves too deep the moniker of love denied

She will be loved, if not by me forbid,
By all the rest of those she meets as friends
Who covet what they’ve sightless guarded
And bring to mourning close my worships end

you're sick to death of my poems...i get it!!

i don't do this often...don't worry....i won't put any up for a long time hahahaha

one more...


Far from home on rainy wings of clouds in watercolor grey
A dragon’s belly white that trawls the murky bog of thunderhead
With slowly curling claws of cumulus that stretch below its bosom plumed
Whose serpents head above unseen is married to the grief of leave
Ethereal fire from the stormy lungs cascades in misty arcs of rain
To know the wrongness of departure in the rivulets that plague my brow
Or the black hole in my stomach where all but sorrow plummets
Is knowledge of a thread of quest unwillingly untied
Never murmured to be know in that obscurity of what undone might be
Like truth of that intention in a serpent’s name deceived

And in the end when feathered mountain zeniths, in ghostly pallor, I have climbed
Will ease the scaled nimbus neck to upward stare at me
Those eyes that are a flock of birds and cirrus fangs that dissipate
Shall with their talons then recede and cries defeat shall levitate
To rise a summit toward enduring ears
For though a man with eyes shall see in that coincidence the thorn and nettled sting
The blinder sight will never blink, nor falter on the world’s lip
Against the measure of a universe
Wherein the dragon is now dwarfed
For there is rightness in the rite, and a comfort with what’s left

Fantastic poems TPS - I ain't sick of them at all - keep 'em coming! Well done and thanks so much for sharing them here.


Northern Trail Two, For Me and For You

Moving mountains, trickling streams,
all those animals and my endless dreams.
The burning oranges and cooling greens,
Ice-cold blues without seams.

Chasing waterfalls and hidden ruins,
ancient lands, without fluids.
My new adventure, clear and full of courage,
my past, my negatives, behind me, my emotional baggage.

My hand out the window, feeling that warm breeze,
the present and future are all that I seize.
A snapshot of my beginiing, a glimpse at the real me,
no boundaries, no fears, just positivity will set me free.

Andy xxxx

Great stuff.  More, I want more.

is this the poem with three pages worth (12 size, times new roman font) of allusions to paradise lost and various other works heretic?

this is really just a spur of the moment kind of thing.  wow, i haven't been in here in a while... i think it's partly inspired by andy's poem she wrote about wanting someone to leave, but still being in love with them.  sorry, hon, i know it's on the first page, but i don't recall the title.

how many nights has it been now
your cold footsteps long turned to icicles
i still remember
for once they were warm
they were walking toward me
your arms were holding me
or don't you remember

i never thought we would be apart
but all along it's what you wanted
or was it
you're still so confusing like that sometimes

is it too much to wish
one of us could figure you out?

maybe i should make that
another unfulfilled resolution,
make you a thing of the past.

Lesley, I like that one a lot.  Nice to read a new poem from you.  I guess it's my turn now.  It's been awhile since I posted one of these.

Old Home, Past Love

What happened to the old colorful mailbox
That was by the street?  Why is there a white
one in its place?  And the garage
looks so different, so bland, so ordinary?

There are no plants on the porch and
My favorite garden has been replaced by
Green grass.  And the yellow smiley face
That I bought mom for her birthday
No longer hangs on the front door.

Do you remember my bedroom?  I'm
Sure you do, we spent so many late
Afternoons and early evenings there.
My study desk, cluttered with papers
And magazines.  Pictures of my favorite
Sports teams and athletes covering my
Sky blue walls.  I know you hated them,
But I was so attached to them,
I couldn't throw them away.

Sitting on our bed, on one memorable
Night, we shared our first kiss.  Then a
Poor bird slammed into my window,
And ruined our one romantic moment.

How did it all go south from there,
I just don't get it.  I don't understand,
And you can't explain it.  We came
Here to rekindle our friendship and
Hopefully more, but the spark is gone.
Memories only serve the past,
And has done nothing about changing
Our present.  We took the chance,
But it failed.  The chemistry we used
To have is long gone and that chapter
Of our lives has ended forever.

As we part ways, to never see each
Other again, I hope you are happy
With your future spouse-to-be.  At
Least I don't call this house home
Anymore so I can definitively say
That the book of us is closed.  I wish
You all the best in life and if my path
Ever comes close to crossing yours
On some distant day, I swear to stay away,
So I won't cause you any trouble, cause
Anymore displeasure, or bring us here again.