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 Oct 2010 G Fairbairn
Jacky Xiang
Fare thee well by islets of time,
Beauteous blooms of fragrance; of thyme.
Gliding symphonies beckons thine eye,
Gentle minds float toward sky high.

O cues sung by the siren, allure!
Once, fusion of reason borne pillar.
Twice ponder, may our paths entwine,
Thrice to act, unlike the tranquil Seine.

Like angelic enigmas par Euler,
Soar upon the painted auric frontier.
Air fresh: an ebullient morning dew,
Wisdom: moisture for the thirsty few.

By spring fountain, if thou art inclined,
Bright sparrow among the bovine herd.
Lo, argent quarry of dust- liquid guile,
Behold, product beyond thunder- gale.

Scents of lavender assail thy sleep,
Euphoric dreams, we welcome with glee!
Sleepy horizons, a glorious dawn,
Morning filled with a trillion suns.

Some time, some day: travel the stars,
Mortal shackles unchain my awful maw.
Pupil of Aristotle, Darwin, and Vinci,
There lies truth; a transient hierarchy...
 Aug 2010 G Fairbairn
PrttyBrd
Reflections of self in others
Painfully, reality slaps
Realization of needed change
More patience, more patience,
MORE PATIENCE
The residue of stinging words remains
Making it hard to breathe
There is no escaping self-induced consequences
copyright©PrttyBrd 12/06/2010
 Aug 2010 G Fairbairn
Jay Taylor
Ever Changing Journeys

The beginning of life was not much I can remember
But as a child who could forget Christmas in December
My mother she had no money but always did find
Gifts to give me, she truly was kind

But life was not for her, I remember it well
Being a child of fantasy I had to escape from the hell
I took me to places of fairies and elves
Talking trees and miniature dolls who spoke on the shelves

She married young, a man who hurt her so much
I do not mean verbally, and never a soft touch
She divorced him then we were just two
She married again, history repeated after I do

That lasted not long as her eyes they were open
She fought back harder, after dreams had been broken
But each fight she fought took the twinkle out her eye
She was a victim of life, that is not a lie

We lived on farms, my escape was the cattle
Never in their families was there such a battle
I remember a time we had to hitch hike from another town
A car pulled up to take us, I entered with a frown

I was scared of this life that was presented to me
Everyone was evil and inflicted pain, so it shall be
I grew up seeing things that adults did do
I never wanted to be one, that much was true

I decided to try stop ageing but my only way was out
Took matters in my own hand, when all I heard was “shout, shout, shout”
A strip of some tablets was the answer for me
That is it I had enough, I am leaving life behind you see

I knew how to harm me as I saw it so much
A packet of tablets would keep me out of touch
Back to the fantasy that I loved so much
I lay on my bed, said goodbye to the land
But nothing was happening I did not understand

I tried to get up but found each time did
Ended up in the toilet, and lifting the lid
Later I realised that that which I took
Were not as harmful as they did look

I was sick for days as I tried to get rid of the effect
But also sick of living, so thought what the heck
Ill try live a bit longer with this thing I have called life
Knowing if I were an adult I did not want to be a wife

I tried several times to end this sordid life
Was not brave enough to try use a knife
Looking back now does nothing as I see it was my path
I have grown to embrace life and keep out the wrath

But I have learned many lessons on this journey you see
All of which have moulded this me
I love for the people I have strength in my mind
Never shall I harm me, for I love to be kind

An ever changing journey is what I love about my life
I laugh with such passion, I know how to handle the trouble and strife
But to be honest I cannot see, the unhappy child that used to be me
My inner child she loves, she lives and she is unique
For she can make sunshine when all is but bleak.
© Jackie Taylor (Gautier)
We make ourselves a place apart
  Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
  Till someone find us really out.

’Tis pity if the case require
  (Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
  The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
  At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
  Must speak and tell us where they are.
I bond well,
With my brother Jack.
He makes me laugh,
My brother Jack.
We mess around,
Me and my brother Jack.
It's hard to explain,
My brother Jack
It's hard to complain,
About my brother Jack.
He is a gentle, caring brother,
Is my brother Jack.
He is sweeter than candy floss,
Is my brother Jack.
And is grumpy in the mornings,
Is my brother Jack.
But still a loving brother,
Is my brother Jack.
He ain't just a brother,
My brother Jack.
You are just like a friend,
My brother Jack.
Copyright. Clara McAdam 2010
 Jul 2010 G Fairbairn
Genevieve H
Here is some water for the dead tree,
Beauty I found in its imperfections.
A dark-haired girl appears and looks at me,
Seen in the tarnished water's reflection.

"How foolish," she scoffs, and narrows brown eyes.
"You're wasting time on this tree, it's hopeless."
I look up to the sorry, laughing sky,
Turning to her moonlit face. "I confess..."

"It's gone now, and though I shouldn't linger,
The living memory I can't betray."
She plucked a branch with delicate fingers
Carelessly dropped it, and then walked away.

Your tree creaks in empty winds. This is me,
Without you, watering a long-dead tree.
aint neva gonna come this way again
aint neva gonna  Do  it like i did

in the open or well hid
lookin bout the same

words they truth....... words they lie

people live if the lie
finally forever dies

hypocricy keeps death alive
specially behind a smile

neva gonna simply say that fear
can make a person do some things

they wouldn't do if their sight was clear
an try help wipe them tears away

its too easy to be the fake
too easy to mess with me

AN NOW I'M FEELIN SORRY FOR MYSELF!
OF ALL THE GOL'  DERN WAYS TO BE!!!

words they truth....... words they lie

people live if the lie
finally forever dies

hypocricy keeps death alive
specially behind a smile

love love love an then
love love love all over again

beyond the sorrow an the pain
when all is gone then what remains

love love love an then
love love love all over again

beyond the horror of raw shame
when all is gone then what remains

love love love an then
love love love all over again
love love love all over again

love love love all over again
 Jul 2010 G Fairbairn
Dorothy A
We reach out for dolls
with withered hands.
Stooped over, we play
in the sandbox.
Ancient children,
so old, with innocent eyes,
we never grew up
in an aged world.
Time steals our hopes,
to have everything be alright.
The ticking of the clock goes on.
Yet we cling to youth,
not quite knowing how to mature
to where we need to be.

We are the adult children of dysfunction,
and we feel equal weights of young and old
balancing on our scales of self.
The hardships we endured
heap wrinkles upon our souls.
But we go on.

Ancient children,
we've been around forever,
relics in the nusery,
babes wrapped inside
the armor of adults,
feeling all so wise,
street smart to a cruel world,
but only pretending,
so naive,
Ancient children,
we become in reality
what we long to still believe.
 Jul 2010 G Fairbairn
DJ Thomas
I favoured your grey eyed beauty with stars
  
enjoyed from the soft cadence of your voice

the unfolding words of love that found me

to love again in stanzas and deep pauses*

David x
copyright©DJThomas@inbox.com 2010
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