...the hungry darkness of living...this gave me some insight on how you really feel about life. Your life seems void of something that is very important...all in all its a lovely poem and I enjoyed reading it very much
aaawww you know what my life is void of wolfie. the love of a good woman. then everything else would melt in to insignificance - love and peace - paul.
Wow! not only is this wonderfully written it is powerful and honest. I think we all have that secret. I know elderly friends who openly gloat they are still alive at 85...90.. etc while most of their friends have passed on.
i heard the school bully who used to make peoples lives a misery and beat his wife and kids died in a car crash. i thought... " good. maybe there is some justice after all"
The sun shines through my window a chorus of birds awaken me I laugh as the cats run from window to window chirping as to entice the birds inside. A plane flies overhead car tires sing on the road the days symphony has begun. I stretch - rise from bed life greets me and I am happy to embrace the new day. The radio plays songs from the '60's I sing along - my heart laughs and cries as memories flow and emotions soar. This is joy - my morning dance with life.
I guess the sun is what we both need to keep us happy. I loved your whole poem. The imagery is beautiful! I feel I am with you on your beautiful day...
Beautiful assembly of thoughts and feelings. I expect that after your illness and recovery, life must seem much more precious and this seems reflected here. So glad for you.
yeah. enough winter crap. come on spring! we are sick of the wind and rain crap. i wore flowers in my hair last year.....surprised i wasn't lynched in this town ha ha - take care of your hip wolfie - love - paul.
watching my son grow and learn about life makes my heart swell it gives me reason to live it gives me joy when my 3 year old boy says I love you mommy it gives me all the reason in the world to want to live I love life because of him
Yes, my children have kept me going in the darkest of times many times. It's nice to see you back contributing poems. It would be nice to see you comment on a few of the others too!
In the moment of life, We live, we die, but between we exist in change Make of moments in time that we can try to arrange If you grab for the ring while you're on the merry go round You may really feel alive and revel in this joy you've found
As for me my friends I feel alive the most laughing with you Knowing in that moment there is nothing we can't do To share love, makes me more alive than anything It fills me with passion, pain and joy so I can sing
What make me most alive in this moment in life Is to share a freeing love with my wonderful wife It is her through which I attain the meaning I need For she is a pure and loving soul in thought and deed
Light, beautiful light Brightening clockless birds Seek their mates telling time by the beams lengthening the days inexorably bringing spring closer and closer.
I stand in my crib reaching for the light. Each morning the power of if, fills me, wakens in me the urge to be, to do, to live in this moment of light and seek my joy.
I actually have several more from that period, One is a funny one: My highchair had wheel so once I was in my room and I felt lonely so I hitched it by pushing myself back and forth in the eat toward the door and I rumpled up the rug beneath the wheels. I still ccan see it in my mind's eye. My room which a quite small, had pinkish walls, and mycrib, bureau and highchair were a lighish blue.
what happens to clockwork cuckoos, when the clock breaks? do they live in the dark, counting seconds and their mistakes? - sorry couldn't resist a reply poem - love and peace - paul.
hmmm some of the things that make me feel alive, without being rude ha ha.
ReplyDeleteNOW WE START!!!
to be away.....to be away
from crazy ladies
that don't know the whereabouts of their babies
ten hovels in three years
with only insane pussy cat purrs
and a samantha panther that bites and grrrrrrrs
to get away from the lies and the rain
a chance to start again
to put my life in a different picture frame
not feeling weak and lame
the hungry darkness of living
the joy of giving.
" let there be rock! " - AC/DC
Love it, it rocks!!!You have made a wonderful snapshot of your life here. Like the las bit about living and giving.
Deletethe third verse gives us a glimpse of what makes you feel alive... change from where you are now
DeleteIt's a rather sad poem. It works very well though, the meter and rhyme lending a rhythm to your pain.
Delete...the hungry darkness of living...this gave me some insight on how you really feel about life. Your life seems void of something that is very important...all in all its a lovely poem and I enjoyed reading it very much
Deletethanks tash. been away, in more ways than one, but i'm back. now where be my pirating skull and crossbones aaarrrrggghhh - love and pirating - paul.
Deletea fresh start. we talked by text about that. just the getting some sleep bit was worth the two grand the move cost me - love and hugs - paul.
Deleteit was a sort of the darkness before the dawn poem victoria.
Deleteaaawww you know what my life is void of wolfie. the love of a good woman. then everything else would melt in to insignificance - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI have a terrible secret,
ReplyDeleteprobably should not admit it.
I read about high school friends' deaths
and it feels good to be alive.
Probably should not admit it,
I feel terrible they are dead,
and it feels good to be alive.
I search my yearbook for pictures.
I feel terrible they are dead.
Remember this one, not that one.
I search my yearbook for pictures,
graduating class grows smaller.
Remember this one, not that one.
Wonder who will list them as my
graduating class grows smaller,
cancer, diseases, accidents.
Wonder who will list them
as I work out harder, longer.
Cancer, diseases, accidents,
want to be the last one standing.
As I work out harder, longer,
I read about high school friends' deaths,
want to be the last one standing.
I have a terrible secret.
Wow! not only is this wonderfully written it is powerful and honest. I think we all have that secret. I know elderly friends who openly gloat they are still alive at 85...90.. etc while most of their friends have passed on.
DeleteAwesome! I truly enjoyed reading your secret. I understand how you feel. It's great to be alive.
DeleteWonderful poem, You certainly are master (mistresss?) of this verse form. Thanks for this sharing.
Deletei heard the school bully who used to make peoples lives a misery and beat his wife and kids died in a car crash. i thought... " good. maybe there is some justice after all"
DeleteThe sun shines through my window
ReplyDeletea chorus of birds awaken me
I laugh as the cats run from
window to window chirping
as to entice the birds inside.
A plane flies overhead
car tires sing on the road
the days symphony has begun.
I stretch - rise from bed
life greets me and I am happy
to embrace the new day.
The radio plays songs from the '60's
I sing along - my heart laughs and cries
as memories flow and emotions soar.
This is joy - my morning dance with life.
I guess the sun is what we both need to keep us happy. I loved your whole poem. The imagery is beautiful! I feel I am with you on your beautiful day...
DeleteWow awesome poem. This could almost be one of your Out the Window poems.
DeleteBeautiful assembly of thoughts and feelings. I expect that after your illness and recovery, life must seem much more precious and this seems reflected here. So glad for you.
Deletealways like a radio that plays songs from the sixties bonita. nice one - love - paul.
Deleteas the sun shines on my face
ReplyDeleteI smell the blossoms of Spring
I stroke the soft fur of a kitten
dance the May pole dance
I smell the blossoms of Spring
as they bloom in many colors
dance the May pole dance
wearing flowers in my hair
as they bloom in many colors
I feel alive again
wearing flowers in my hair
with the sun warm upon my back
I feel alive again
after winter's dreary death
with the sun warm upon my back
I revel in the joy of life
after winter's dreary death
I stroke the soft fur of a kitten
I revel in the joy of life
as the sun shines on my face
You do keep counting down the days till spring. And I can picture you doing the Maypole dance. Maybe by spring you'll be ready to do it too!
Deletewhat fun! I kept smiling as I read this and yes the sun
Deletedoes make us feel alive
You and I share some thoughts, Linda, and I purposly didn't read any of the poems before I posted mine.
Deleteyeah. enough winter crap. come on spring! we are sick of the wind and rain crap. i wore flowers in my hair last year.....surprised i wasn't lynched in this town ha ha - take care of your hip wolfie - love - paul.
Deletewatching my son grow
ReplyDeleteand learn about life
makes my heart swell
it gives me reason to live
it gives me joy
when my 3 year old boy
says I love you mommy
it gives me all the reason
in the world to want to live
I love life because of him
Yes, my children have kept me going in the darkest of times many times. It's nice to see you back contributing poems. It would be nice to see you comment on a few of the others too!
Deletehaving someone to live for and love makes all the difference. lovely poem.
DeleteGlad to see you back Breanne. Nice poem.
DeleteWhat a lovely mom you must be for this lucky child, and how beautifully you state your love. Thanks for this sharing.
Deletea lovely mommy poem breanne. used to know a woman who always filled in the occupation/job bit on forms " full time mommy " - love and peace - paul.
DeleteIn the moment of life,
ReplyDeleteWe live, we die, but between we exist in change
Make of moments in time that we can try to arrange
If you grab for the ring while you're on the merry go round
You may really feel alive and revel in this joy you've found
As for me my friends I feel alive the most laughing with you
Knowing in that moment there is nothing we can't do
To share love, makes me more alive than anything
It fills me with passion, pain and joy so I can sing
What make me most alive in this moment in life
Is to share a freeing love with my wonderful wife
It is her through which I attain the meaning I need
For she is a pure and loving soul in thought and deed
laughter and love the two main ingredients to find happiness. nicely done!
DeleteThis is beautiful. I love it!!
DeleteHow beautiful is this! And how heartening. Thank you for sharing you love.
Delete" all we have is now. all we'll ever have is now " - do you realise - the flaming lips.
DeleteLiving Light
ReplyDeleteLight, beautiful light
Brightening clockless birds
Seek their mates
telling time by the beams
lengthening the days
inexorably bringing spring
closer and closer.
I stand in my crib
reaching for the light.
Each morning the power of if,
fills me, wakens in me
the urge to be, to do,
to live in this moment
of light and seek my joy.
I love "clockless birds," so many meanings there. Do you really remember things from that young?
Deletelove the imagery. the light has a life of it's own.
DeleteI actually have several more from that period, One is a funny one: My highchair had wheel so once I was in my room and I felt lonely so I hitched it by pushing myself back and forth in the eat toward the door and I rumpled up the rug beneath the wheels. I still ccan see it in my mind's eye. My room which a quite small, had pinkish walls, and mycrib, bureau and highchair were a lighish blue.
DeleteBonnie, I agree, and the dark does too. I have a real affinity for the light. Seems you do too.
DeleteThis is my first memory and what I experience each day as I waken.
ReplyDeletewhat happens to clockwork cuckoos, when the clock breaks?
ReplyDeletedo they live in the dark, counting seconds and their mistakes?
- sorry couldn't resist a reply poem - love and peace - paul.