I am so grateful
Freedom of choice
I am so blessed
Dreaming of roses
one stood out so vibrant
Many colours shone
from a beautiful rainbow
Those colours significantly
A ever lasting joy.
Only sought through God our Father
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of summer shines;
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade'
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
that fair thou ow'st; the beauty that is yours
thou wand'rest; you wander
Condell, Hemmings, Burbage all
Have had their final curtain call
The boards they trod were burned in flames,
And not one single script remains.
The author, Shakespeare, now bones and dust
as is the fate of all of us.
Yet do not count all as defeat
As we playgoers take our seats
For Shakespeare still retains his fame.
Though all else be gone
His words remain
going to see an uncut production of Hamlet soon at Hofstra University
'Life is but a dream'
But I think
'Dream is but a life'
Life takes me to different ends
But I am in want of my own ends
Felt very guilty that am hurting others. God,protect me or punish me !!
"I will not be afraid of death and bane
Till Burnham Forest comes to Dunsinane"
I cared not...
Till I heard a whisper in the breeze,
Saw the motion of the trees
Witnessed that a forest moved
The prophecy of witches proved
Whilst angels sat on yew branches
The pretty trees
Planted by the holy men
Who came and conferred with them...
Now and then
As sunlight came and shone so bright
Cast out darkness
Cast out night
Twas then I saw my fate was made
On my knees
I silent prayed.
Turned my back upon the night
It is a profound coward
driving by in the dark of night
shouting threats and profanity
too psychotic and loathing of self
to show her face
I've no tolerance for the weak minded-
the pathetically insecure
of this world
who thrive and are nourished with their evil emissions
Consider yourself disregarded
I have transcended to my state of grace
Perhaps, someday you will be forgiven...
We all answer to the universe
She was the ashes left behind
after he burned up her horizon.
Where there is a flame, someone's gonna get burnt.
How rain's nigh ghastly light haunts vague suspense
Ere darkness yield to after. In the pale
Note follwing, whiter morsels chase th'exhale
Which moves atwixt these firs as if pretense
Could not decide oer snowbanks' worn intents
And newer puddles thinking of betrayl,
This fragile romance in surreal tones' bail
Lost in the flurry of just whither hence.
I want to ask you what you're doing fer
All we have overnight made me and you
Erm, us and we. And scared but driving, you're
Not one bit daunted either. What'd we do?
I've heard of whirlwind stories. Aren't such poor?
You'd kiss my tear-washed face, and say we knew?
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srzjOJjBHmc]Mebbe when we can do it tangled up in each other. *needless to say, he likes this one.
When the hand of his timepiece
reached the top of the hour
Sam pushed the throttle forward.
Engine 138 thundered
out of Blossburg station
like an iron dragon
breathing smoke and steam –
it's whistle shrilling the Tioga valley.
Powered by coal
his train carried coal
to the shops and homes of Elmira
where Sam would press his mother’s hand –
perhaps for the final time.
The wheels, churned iron on iron,
across Pennsylvania farmland
just as yesterday’s wheels
moved his grandfather's oxcart
to their new family spread
alongside the Williamson road.
Newer wheels carry America
to urban landscapes
attracted like electro-magnets
to streetlamps – factories –
five and dime stores –
new crops for a modern age.
Elmira’s silhouette breached the horizon
and Sam pulled the train in on time -
brakes screeching through billowy steam.
His Jenny and his sister’s Sam
had come in a horseless carriage
with Zoe, Ed and Marie -
children now grown at their sides.
They all gathered to Hannah’s bed,
now approaching her final hours.
Soft voices and fragile smiles
cradled the truth beyond telling;
Time, ever advancing
like an ever-turning wheel
holds us all in its circling sway.
Sam was my gg grandfather. He was a railroad engineer who ran coal from Blossburg, PA to Elmira NY. Ironically two of his brothers died of black lung disease working the Blossburg mines.