"blieve" poems
If only my ears weren't so damnably deaf.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXLVII)
And now a breath bestirs the leaves t'avail.
Boughs rock sae gently as the whisper hence
Flirts through, whileas I strain to see fr'intents,
Then dies away when I 'gin writing frail
Hope's fragile tread, planes' voices all to scale
As trees stand clustered far as eye frae thence
Can see. Twigs nod sae lightly wi' a sense
Of yonder jist in tow, beyond this veil.
I'm here because we've said too long now fer
All that lo, "Mum and Dad's dream will not do.
We MUST join step with whom we thought too poor
In their path through this world, and follow too,
What I deplored." The LORD God, what as twere
Did I blieve 'bout His Word? The Scriptures knew.
11May19c
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Shallow dreams and broken hearts
Time heal wounds but never starts
Promises, Love and all in between
Everyone was looking but sadly none was seen
Clouds, butterflies in our tummies
Those who believe in love and magic I think are called dummies
I already lost faith the moment you walked out the door
Maybe it's just that I don't blieve in anything anymore
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC