Sindy ***
2 February 2017
Old Hag as I watch you sleep
Author: SindyCox
Dark is the night outside,
and bright is the night within.
Where drops of the wine, & the smoke of the fine,
have a simple & good effect.
I watch the sleep of an old poor Hag,
and I know full well she is not.
Yet is she poor? I ask you & ponder ?
Do you think she a Hag or not ?
For as a hermit sleeps,
and the quiet creeps,
I too belong in a dream that is with her.
For as a hermit is wise, and there is no guise,
but a melancholy wonder.
A wonder of old, a wonder of new,
And a wonder of joy & plunder.
It is but a dream, and it's not what it seems,
for it is but a dream come true!
For as the old Hag sleeps & the Poet speaks,
and the Crows sleep too - and it begins the dew,
a thought comes to mind of a brand new find,
and of a magic that wants to be found.
Where there is no chatter - but that of Crows that matter,
and of a joy that will indeed be found.
It is of a joy of awe, it is of a joy of courage,
It is of a joy that is well endowed.
It is of a joy that only, a Crow could bring,
on a day that is forever more.
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Posted: 25 mins ago
About this poem:
This new composition is about my love that sleeps as I watch her dream & reflect on my day spent with my beautiful murders of crows.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
Born in the womb; 9 before birth,
born for a tomb, to enter the dirt.
Born for a day; to roll in the hay.
born for a story, to be told some day.
Born in the womb; so what is your sign?
just count back 9; it's only time.
Born in the womb; where life began,
born to spend a night or 2; in a caravan.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Once upon a time; daylight all the time; the Moon she shone so bright; all we knew was light. There was no night; there was no sleep; there were no lies, no lies in which to keep. It was long ago, so long we forgot, we forgot to remember we are living in a clock.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
And so where we perceive is ours alone to experience we can share our thoughts & ideas Anthe some we save some we loose must be because of the ***** And if it's 1984 @ 16:42 it's time for the story of poo & the dogs gone out I've finished my *** & I'm gonna put the smack dab on your ***
And a flat plane concept.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride—
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my wordly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
Whether on Ida’s shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;
Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
Where the melodious winds have birth;
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the ***** of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
The sound is forced, the notes are few.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
I like to change my mind,
I'm a bat that you'll never find.
I wear my tear with it's open wound,
I'm a cat with a tormented feud.
I have fought & I fight & I battle the night.
And I am bitter with a sweet loving kiss.
I scratch & I purr & my wings are no more,
for I drown in the depths of my fur.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
And the Troglodyte shall reign;
and all you slaves, shall die in vain.
Keep your clocks and hurry for it tocks.
For your patience is lost; rush for the tick,
and pay your penance in case you might miss,
a chance that is yours for free if you might wait.
Run you fools as fast as you can; pay the Ferryman,
and find your too late; as you squandered your date.
Alas poor children; you are grown but you failed,
you hurried too much; and missed your fate.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
We live and we breath; we think and we feel,
but are we aware of the plot?
We grow and we die; and we oft wonder why,
and become what was once and then not.
For where do we go when we die?
And where were we before we were born?
We follow paths; that lead to comforts and woes,
And where do we go? for nobody knows.
Of this we know; and cannot deny,
all whom are born soon have to die.
For this makes us equal; no matter our thoughts,
And where our destinies lie, is of our will that is sought.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
We went down to the tree again;
the tree, we called it the tree.
4 o clock we said; at the tree.
And we met at the tree.
Right by the river it was;
the tree. It was more than one tree;
it was a grove, it was a place.
It was a stranger without a face.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC