"faired" poems
and
that backseat "love" lasted only as long as the night
as the memories rush in that morning try as i might
to keep you outta my mind, you're holed in there tight
a battle between "love" and lust...(hint) love lost the fight.
we
caused kisses shared between those wet rival lips
and bare skin touching, form a feeling at these hips
down unbuttoned jeans that your small hand slips
hear that sound, like tearing, as our "innocence" strips.
*******
formed foggy windows from our skin we shared
and dissolved to nothing, ha, like we ever cared
discoveries made at night shed light on how we faired
the sounds of "love" from my speaker actually blared
(lust)
.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 1:57 AM UTC
Hear the chorus of moans and cries,
Distraught in sorrow and covered in lies,
An ebony symphony tormented by sin,
Not of their own but of winter white skin,
I see them, broken, beaten, hated,
Abused, refused, and fornicated,
By **** and lustful molestation,
Helpless still an entire nation,
Watch tiny hands of tear stained youth,
Be ripped away from shreds of truth,
From loving fingers do they pry,
The small away, now most will die,
I see them sobbing gasping for breath,
Eyes blurred and swollen smelling of death,
Terror instilled on the hearts of so many,
As they’re are sold for the worth of a penny,
You’re cruel and you’re vicious you know not what they faired,
You’re words drip with acid sadistically shared,
You carry infection and taint all those near,
I bring you dear folks the esteemed auctioneer,
The slayer of hope with malicious intent,
With a cross in his hands he believes he’ll repent,
As I watch from the corner of life so ill fated,
Blood pours from the wounds on the backs now serrated,
My eyes know no mercy and I’ll **** with a glance,
I know nothing of black, white and grey filled with chance,
I speak for the demons that live off the hate,
Thrive on the loathing of these people’s fate,
There are no angels in this room filled with pain,
After all who could stand in this blood filled domain.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
Blue for the chill,
It's blue,
That hill,
Off in the distance,
Past that window,
That hasn't been washed,
I'll do that,
I will.
But the hill,
It's blue,
Blue is for the chill,
In case you forgot,
I do that sometimes,
I can't remember my lines,
But it's ok,
Cause they did too,
So it's not just you,
But look,
Out the ***** window,
That I forgot to clean,
A minute ago,
Oh,
Right.
...
Now look,
Look!
Past the window you don't know is there,
Cause its so clean,
Out to the hill,
It's blue,
Just like you,
Blue is for the chill,
Blue is for you too.
I know why blue is yours,
Cause I know almost everything,
I knew what your favorite colour is,
I know your favorite song to sing,
I shouldn't give it away too soon,
But the colour is blue,
And the song Blue Moon,
I knew I shouldn't have said anything,
I gave it away too soon...
But that's why you need to look,
You need to see,
Just like me,
I see you have eyes,
I know that cause I can see,
Big surprise,
It's deductive reasoning,
I like your wide eyes,
Makes you look scared,
Maybe you won't be so combative,
Maybe you'll do better than the others faired...
No no,
Don't cry,
Please don't cry,
I,
I don't know what to do about tears,
I find them to be one of my bigger fears,
I fear them like you fear death,
I'm not sure how to make them stop,
Without stealing your breath...
That's better
I'm glad you stopped,
It's better than you smile,
Cause it's been quite awhile,
Since I've seen someone not so scared,
Perhaps you will do better,
Than the others faired...
Oh no,
I've gone and frightened you again,
I'm sorry,
I don't mean to,
I'm unsure what to do,
How about I show you something?
Here look,
See,
It's a ring,
Diamond and gold,
Will keep shining forever,
Till we're grey and old,
Isn't that something else?
It'll last longer than both you and I,
But that's no surprise,
Rocks have long lives,
We humans almost never survive...
But never mind that,
You got me all sidetracked,
Trickster you!
But look,
Beyond the window,
All the blue,
That is the hill,
Cause blue is for the chill,
And I know how you like the colour,
I like always how the world is still,
Never moving,
Not an inch,
Not a mile,
Not bit,
Not in quite awhile,
I've often wondered why not,
But then I forgot,
What I wondered about,
And then I scream,
And I shout,
And when I stop I find everyone's sleeping,
Not making a sound,
Not even breathing,
So I dig a big,
Big hole in the ground,
And in they go,
Without a sound.
But don't worry,
I won't forget a thing!
I won't ever forget the name of that song,
That song you love to sing!
It's called...
It's called...
It's called.....
...
....
...Hm,
Wake up sleepy head,
Wake up lazy bones!
Oh,
You're dead...
You never even got to see the hill,
That's passed the window,
It's blue,
Blue is for the chill,
All for you,
That hill,
Cause it's blue,
And I know you really like the colour,
Or liked I guess,
What a mess...
I'm sorry for this,
I really thought I'd miss,
Never hit anything with it before,
But I guess I did today,
I had hoped you could stay,
For a little while longer,
I knew that I could be just that little bit stronger,
But not today...
Jan 13, 2010
Jan 13, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
Sick
An illness
Inherited
From his side
Passed down
Unto me
A cancer
I couldn't hide
Sick
Nor could he
Until the day
It set him free
Finally
Leaving me
Sick
My confession
I was happy
When he died
But if I said
I hated him
Honestly,
I lied
Sick
His fare thee well
Hasn't faired me well
Only left me
Sick
His cancer
Straight from hell
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
She is dark haired
Faired hair
Blue eyes
Brown eyes
The curvy perky pervy mermaid
Of quiet joys named Maria
The fairy queen of the Autumn roads
Master and mistress of mystery
Shaded tints
Of unknown
Digital history
Cloaked in anonymity
Baring my solemnity
Wearing layers of dignity
And desire
Is inspired
A crackling volcano
Of unmeasurable passions
A shadow thief who stole my heart
Monument made of more than beauty
By all the curiosities
Of Casual conversations
It is not out of obligation
Or out of courtesy that I court
Her kindhearted pleasure
It is merely for my pleasure
That I treasure such a jewel
I will never meet her in person
I will only know her in poetry and prose
And as far as that goes
It is a grand gift she bestows
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
You hate that I wear your shirts
Specifically the ones that you got from being in the marines
Its just I don't know you
I never really did
So I wear your shirts because you've worn them
And I was hoping that the fibers would tell me who you were
The woven strands would tell me about your personality
The dyes would tell me about your past
A history written in cloth
The folded crisped sleeves
Telling me about what happened in the past ten years of not talking to each other
You see I **** at talking about what I'm feeling
The only proper way I can is spilling it through the tip of a pen
Or pouring it into a keyboard
I'm slowly reminded that your shirts don't take on a condescending tone
Telling me that I'm just a kid
Part of me was hoping that
Some kind of weird information transfer would happen
Your shirt and I would swap information
So the next time you put it on
(If I hadn't taken it with me)
Everything I've been through would swap into your head and be processed
And you'd stop calling me a little kid and you'd realize that
I **** at showing emotions and that you aren't a brother to me
You're a stranger
And you left
When you did I had to grow up because you were the first to go
Ten years ago you left and I don't hold anything against you because I don't know you
And my earlier memories are always swirling eddies
A fogged shower mirror that I can never make out
You left and when you did you left a child behind
Someone who still had chimed belled laughter
Will o the wisps smiles
Someone who treaded on pearl ingrained feet
But those pearls began to sink in and cut
Only to become blood rubies
Unforgivingly beautiful
And seductively painful
I walked back into your life on those ruby kissed feet
I stood a little taller
My shoulders a little broader
My face a bit more graced with age
Hi
I'm your slightly older younger sister
How have you faired these past ten years?
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Concrete walls, floors, and ceilings solo like solitaire is how I'm feeling my mind locked up solitude so they can
so they can't hear me. Tho they feel my heart beat deep beneath the fears that scare me
How dare me? How dare I live life long and true hoping for paradise.
I live my life watched my sacred eyes, they say they've lived through pain but care they bare mines.
Trial after trial, files document mines, Minds pill under the facts after the fact the truth are lies, they live under my light dim lights never shine, that’s fine a light is bright, but that too will die, closed in cloths, wrapped in shame, eyes are crazed but mine are sane ... The past haunts us all but this my battle, scars build on top of scars, pain of the past building a plethora of burdens.... This isn’t just a shame, this game... The game we all play, called life
This game called life but there are no resets or retries, if it gets real and you down to ride, then you down to die, because bullets have no name, and your clock is what they're trying to strike. Your time is the biggest lie, because all you know is a fraction growth human beings are starting to show. All you know is the space where your mind lies, but don’t forget you mind lies. Deceived by your own perception, relieved by hoes affection this deception runs deeper than a touchdown pass, and no matter how many Hail Mary’s you say. You may drop the ball and throw it away. Regress to a place you've already been take a step back and try it again
So listen my faired friend , in life we can hold hands but walking by side to side , not living through others eyes, my life is so magnetized , try not to be compromised , you see the struggle from far , don’t make it seem like your blind,
Take a breath .. Let us all relieve stress... Don't Call it a big step.. For us all ; we need help... Life is just a war... For war begets war... But understand my man, this is all a plan to cost more... If I’m struggling and I’m tumbling, just reach out or scream and shout but life is crazy no one can play me, I’m no console, put the games way please...
This is my; fraction of classlessness; or my small ghetto passion for bashfulness... Look out your tunnel vision and see the world, not all are rich not all have girls not all have the smarts not all seem to shine cause in this crazy world MANY PEOPLE ARE BLIND.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
How can you give me half your heart
And say you love me true?
Like every time you muttered
"Babe, I wanna marry you"
Is it a fools pride? Stubbornness?
Or were you really just a dunce
To even try to think
"Hey, I love two girls at once"
I thought you knew
I thought you cared
You said it'd last
Look how that faired
So I'm tired and asleep
My heart casts nightmares of the break
But I'll manage as I do
Since pain is always what I take
Please don't come looking for me
I'll find you if I have a need
Numbness is my new best friend
Thanks for a taste of the apathy seed
If you can't tell from this poem
My hearts in disarray
The rhythm's all ******* up
Beating every other day
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Where do I go from here?
Share my hopeless despair?
Cared for emotions are rare.
Faired erosion we're square.
Gone and maybe forgotten.
Songs of baby's and Mama.
Long are days on the bottom.
Onward my crazy mantra.........
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
You make me feel
Like i could conquor the world
Like there is nothing that could stand in my way
You make me feel whole
And unchallenged
Even in the face
Of great toils
And great misfortune
You are there in my mind
Pushing me to drive through whatever stands in my path
You are my consience
You guide me through life
Much like the streams that flow from the north
Guide the salmon across the abyss
And into their home waters
You are the light of my life
Much like the light of the sun
That rises and sets in continuity
With the stars that protrude from the undefined infinite
When im not with you
I do not exist
Because me without you
Isnt really me
Me without you
Is a shell of a man
And not in the way that a shell of a turtle or armodilo is;usefull
More like the way the shell...
Of a full metal jacket-30.6 rifle round is;destructive and unjustified
Me without you is the world without the moon
Neither can be without the other
I cannot be without you
I dont know how i ever faired without my fair lady
I dont know how i ever lived
Without the love of my life
And if i ever lost you...
I dont know if i would be able
to live again
I love you
There isnt really anything else to it
And i wish with all my heart that you feel the same
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
the current prognosis
is looking very grim
twitter's share price has
taken quite a trim
already RIPs have been
posted on the net
which has so saddened
the twittering set
it hasn't faired well
against Facebook
that is why its flimsy
foundations shook
after a while the minute
by minute style of it
proved not to be such
a fabulous hit
investors withdrew
from the iffy trade
they became aware of its
sinking lade
stocks aren't going to improve
so the pundits say
would seem that the chirp
has faded away
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
Upon the hallowed ground she stood
The wind blew through her hair
A swallow swooped o’er the darkening sky
And the scent of rain filled the air
She heard their voices loud as thunder
Echo over hill and down
And warily she watched them
Ride their ghost mounts into the town
The rain now fell in torrents
Upon the hallowed field
But she moved not from her own same spot
As an icy hand bid her yield
A hand of ice held fast her hem
Though she struggled against its grasp
She begged it there to let her go
Then from the earth she heard it rasp
‘One kiss my bonny sweetheart
the years were long since I saw thee last
It be cold here in the hallowed ground
And I lie and freeze a memory of the past.’
‘I fought here on the hallowed ground
with rapier high and voice aloft
till down the enemy struck me fast
and I lay in my blood on the damp ground soft.’
The hand then loosed its steely grasp
And she saw her true love’s form
A cold and bleeding upon the ground
she covered him with russet cloak to keep him from the storm
As the rain then pelted down around
The long lost lovers in their embrace
His bonny sweetheart spoke to him
With trembling lip and heart that raced
‘My own true love, my only
Long waited I for your return
I scorned the suitors who sought my hand
They said your love is gone and dead, but your memory I would not scorn
‘I waited long for word or news
of thy well being or how thee faired,
but none e’re came to me at all
so I waited, hoping you had been spared.’
‘Ah a truer love man never had
that would wait through tears and time
and keep the hope that I still lived
to find that in the ground I lie.
Forgive me, love, I’ve done thee wrong
To make thee wait for me so
Take my hand with one last kiss
And then my love, you must go.’
‘Nay my only, only love,
it’s here with you I’ll stay
I’ll not go back to my old life
I’ll lie here by thy side, come what may.’
So upon the hallowed ground she lay
Her hair damp and soaked to the skin
And right by his side she lay all night
As she clutched his hand so thin.
The town knew not where she had gone
But in the morn they found
She’s gone to be with her one true love
Dead, upon the hallowed ground.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
I pulled the door open, prayed.
Hoped I wouldn't see your smile
bright and shiny behind the tile.
My breath died a moment, when I
heard my name in your voice,
my feet had to make a choice.
My eyes closed and I walked.
You small talked me,
as you stirred sugar in my coffee.
You asked about my weekend,
how Natalie's hangover faired.
My true feelings were dared.
"You want to know how I'm doing? I am
Livid.
Depressed.
Scared.
Distraught.
"I trusted you, Matt. You promised me! I BELIEVED YOU!
"Good-bye."
My eyes opened and I walked.
You small talked me,
as you stirred sugar in my coffee.
You asked about my weekend,
how Natalie's hangover faired.
My true feelings were spared.
"Thanks for the coffee."
I trusted too much.
Barricaded too late.
It's my fault.
I thought you were the exception,
but who am I to believe
any one would choose me?
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
The truth is much harsher when it is out of the blue
but then it isn't really out of the blue, is it?
Lingering, hovering, nagging, gnawing
at the back of my mind,
fingers just of it's reach.
Each time it would come close to the surface
I would glimpse at its purpose,
only to get nervous and kick it back away.
So I may stay oblivious to it just a little longer.
I knew this to be the lull before the storm
And now the horrid truth has pull the storm in to my orbit
Full of lightening, but what is its target?
Great flashes of light burns through the night
leaving heaps of ashes among the trash.
I remain unhurt, undamaged, unburned.
Others haven't faired so well.
Feared the flash and rightly so
Their pain stains the ground in the form of ashes.
Ashes and dust stains everywhere, even in the heaviest of rain
A reminder. Of what's to come. What's to be returned.
And I -
I watch it all.
The Writting on the Wall on the ground.
I might be unburned but such a sight
unhinges me something terrible
Prys me open just enough to cry.
Pouring tears lost in the roaring rain.
But crying all the same.
Because I don't know why it's you.
I don't know why you have to die.
Dodging lightening all your life until now a streak is lodged in you.
Breaks and splinters inside tightening its hold.
Even though you are burning up, I have never seen you look so cold.
I wish it was one of your famous poker faces
Tricking us you are going to fold
but at the last minute revealing a hiden ace.
If ever there was a time to play your ace, it is today.
Don't let this be our last game
But you have no control over it do you?
Have to deal with the cards that has been delt.
I must admit, these cards are ****
No aces to play but that won't stop you
You'll play till the end with the same grace you've always had.
So for now lets keep playing.
We still have time, we've always had time
You are not ashes, yet.
And when that last flash does occur
Then I will say goodbye
And in the morning cry all the more
Mourning you and everything you were.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
Down to the Storehouse of Amenti I rose
Curling a sleeping kitten
Striped grey with a pink nose
I was charged with it’s protection
Through witch’s warm cottages
and priests’ church perches
I met a dark-haired guide
A wanderer lost in the circle
Of a troubled spirit’s tides
Followed he to the escalator
I chose, rising up
Through the forbidden fruits of mankind
Material wealth is perishable goods
And poison to the mind
As the stairs slid into a ramp
A stranger pin-striped with lies
Caught me in his paws and smiled his canines
Scared, I said “I must follow my guide.”
But in this brief encounter
The direction of him I surrendered
And turned about on a lost head and stumped feet
But he was nowhere in sight.
So I chose a new path
Gathering my lace skirts to my knees
And risked my sake on a roll of Fate’s dice.
Followed my soul to the base of another stairwell
This one with wooden roots pecking at my feet
Faired I well and higher I rose
With each new well in between
Four wells I found, one going down,
And landed I next to some people.
I changed the rods to make the cross
Easier to bear for those people.
And next I found where one good deed abounds
Another is sure to follow...
And since I was sure
That my guide would be seething
Sick with waiting for hours,
Directions I sought
From a golden-braided broad
Thick she is with Wisdom-giving.
She said, “Travel to the Fourth Floor
And seek nothing more
Than the Stairwell that takes you to the bottom.”
I passed up a ride on a star ship
Docked, and shaking in its power
Children bubbled with laughter
As I watched it lift off from its tower
I passed up the last gate-
The Stairwell that led to Heaven
Four-stride across and glowing sky-blue
Like the light of the star-flowers found in my garden
It called to me like the tomb.
But too strong was my longing
To return to the beginning
Where my guide would be delayed
So I turned from the staircase
Straight into an elevator
Where a young operator escorted me away
Blasted to the bottom and shown the door
To face life’s routine boredom
To match what was written
In his sour expression
Even as by his side I left the store.
So was this a test by the Lords of the Cycles
To see where my loyalties rest?
Or was this a message
Like what one sees in the mirror
About the illusion of fear?
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 12:58 PM UTC
By the slightest margin we cheat death
But if we fall beneath
What shall we find ?
People of our kind ?
Answer no, souls in forms we haven’t seen
Coming from places where we haven’t been
Doing things we haven’t done
Having things we call fun.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to die
I prefer to live, even if it is a lie
But when the time comes I’ll be prepared
To stand and see how I’ve faired
Whilst living, to assess my place
For eternity, wrapped in immortal grace.
Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 12:17 PM UTC
for a moment, the word stops breathing,
your heart quits pumping and bleeding in the
only healthy way it knows how.
there is silence—and then there isn’t, not anymore,
the sky is shattered by lightning and your
pulse jumps with every rumble, your body flinches with
every roar and the sky is turning far darker than it was a minute before,
the wind is like a turbine, going round and round and round,
tearing, ripping, and seething, you can see the clouds descending,
you’ve been through this time and again and you know the power
this twirling cloud will be rendering, you should be inside,
you can hear Mike Morgan yelling over the static of your TV
“prepare yourselves for the damage this will bring!
hide under mattresses, bathtubs, if you must under the kitchen sink!”
it’s coming your way, it’s picking up speed and you try not to imagine
what has made up the debris, you come to your senses,
realize it’s real, accept the fact that it’s not a drill, you grab who you can,
you shove them down stairs, you start counting heads and start saying prayers,
the cellar is dusty, you choke for clean air but it’s howling outside
and you know you won’t find any out there, metal is screeching,
someone is screaming, sirens are bleating out to anyone who cares,
it takes three men alone to make sure the door doesn’t tear off it’s hinges
in the height of the scare—and suddenly it’s over, you can’t here anything from anywhere.
the world again stands still, but it isn’t holding it’s breath,
it’s watching a thousand electric sparks die a last death.
you push against the doors, you need to breathe better air
and you can hear someone telling you that you need to take care,
but you push and you shove and you break free of your prison,
you climb out to see how your world has faired,
but there isn’t
anything
there
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
defeated in battle
her legs the price
a warrior lays dying
before a grand golden cage
a doll looks down at her
from within, eyes unblinking
her own legs folded underneath her
unused for centuries
“would you like my legs?
I have no use for them
I am sure you would
make them strong again”
the warrior, with the long legs of a doll
gains grace and speed
quite unlike what she had before
she gained glory and revenge
and treasured the gift
swearing to return them
on the day the doll was free from her cage
the doll faired no different
with legs or not
gained a protector
and a companion
she never tried for freedom
for there was no door to the cage
and her dreams were not hindered
she had her hands
and she had her voice
with which she could pass the time
merrily away
with the warrior
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
*It’s a pale paler heart
There is no reason
To part, Jane Eyre
The proof is plain to see
Would you let her be?
A passionate English Orphan
So paint her white
This very day
Let her know why
We see her this way
Charlotte Bronte
Closer she walks
With Emily and Anne
Closer that
We see where your muse's faired
That magically makes
Us free
Is the paler shade of white for thee?*
Debbie Brooks 2014
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
8 years. No collective cheers or beers shared. Together enduring the same weather I can only wonder how we'd've faired. I think we woulda been a strong team, the likes of which could not be compared. All a fantasy, the reality is you're still a part of me. Can't say I think about you constantly, but more in the last 8 than the previous 18. One quick passing dream, imagining a table sitting you and me, first time seeing you in 23. We so often speak rest in peace, but I hope you currently think less of what could be than me. Sometiiiiiimes I think you are around. Little things in my life that ring so profound. But I wanna hear the sound of words to me through your essence. I ask today for you to give me a sign of your presence. Help me become aware of my lessons. Still learning to ease myself when within there is tension. I miss you and the relationship we almost had. I send my love, rise in peace dad.
I still remember 8 years past. Friends scooped me up in a parents SUV and we smoked hash in the back. A silent memorial cuz words were hard to grasp. But here I am still trying to improve not losing self, only the mask. Thank you for keeping me on track. One day may we collaborate and spend time to love and laugh. One love~
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Not these prose that may bloom and become rhymes,
unreasonable times squared , how have i faired?,
Thanks for asking, work is taxing, the least,
Of my worries, is finding words, flock!
"Bird by bird" where are the people that read,
without pillaging, without burning, and
Purifying, some flash mob dance, rough draft,
This a loose assembly of words,
proof of life, Though the Store was not minded,
Where are?,
the watchers, from
While, dipping my toe,
in a West Coast ocean, member
of the North of the 49th Parallel
Poets Brigade, Canadian, but not pure
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
I won't give up on you, till my last try
To wipe off from your face, the tears you sadly cry
For I have seen you drown, in sadness river
Each day is worse, you're sinking under
I know you're badly hurt, more than you're faired
As your promise was broken, when you fully cared
So, your trust is lost, to believe in love
For you only gained pain, for what you had to give
Let me gently kiss, your tamed heart with fire
And override those dark, old memories with another
For I cannot stand, seeing you so sad
You're also hating me along, when you get so mad
I can give you real love, to heal your wounded heart
So, close those broken old doors,
and open a new gate
I know, when a pure heart is deceived and broken
It's hesitant to believe in love, once again
Yet be mindful, life won't last for too long
For you shall not keep singing, the same old sad song
@jobiranyc(9/16/2017)
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Upon the hallowed ground she stood
The wind blew through her hair
A swallow swooped o’er the darkening sky
And the scent of rain filled the air
She heard the voices loud as thunder
Echo o'er hill and down
And warily she watched them
Ride their ghost mounts into the town
The rain now fell in torrents
Upon the hallowed field
But she moved not from her own same spot
As a deathly grip bid her yield
A hand of ice held fast her hem
Though she struggled against its grasp
She begged it there to let her go
Then from the earth she heard it rasp
‘One kiss my bonny sweetheart
the years were long since I saw thee last
It be cold here in the hallowed ground
Though I be but a memory of the past.’
‘I fought here on the battle ground
with rapier high and voice aloft
till down the enemy struck me fast
to lie in blood on the damp ground soft.’
The hand then loosed its steely grasp
And she saw her true love’s form
A cold and bleeding upon the ground
as more furious grew the storm
As the rain then pelted down around
The long lost lovers in their embrace
His bonny sweetheart spoke to him
With trembling lip and heart that raced
‘My own true love, my only
Long waited I for your return
I scorned the suitors who sought my hand
for your memory I would not scorn.
‘I prayed long for word or news
of thy well being or how thee faired,
but none e’re came to me at all
so I waited, hoping you had been spared.’
‘A truer love man never had
that would wait through tears and time
and keep the hope that I still lived
to find that in the ground I lie.
Forgive me, love, I’ve done thee wrong
To make thee wait for me so
Take my hand with one last kiss
And then my love, you must go.’
‘Nay my only, only love,
it’s here with you I’ll stay
I’ll not go back without thee,
I’ll stay by thy side, come what may.’
So upon the hallowed ground she lay
Hair damp and soaked to the skin
And by his side she lay all night
As she clutched his hand so thin.
The town knew not where she had gone
But in the morn they found
She’s gone to be with her one true love
Dead, upon the hallowed ground.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Lift a hand held flag,
Raise a cheer and brag,
how? You're Canadian eh?
Cause no rift, don't drag
down, or braise your neighbour,
sorry, you're Canadian you say?
Stand for the Anthem,
languages not an issue,
tearing up? Grab a tissue.
Our heritage maybe scarred,
but no country has faired better,
we all learn from our miss takes,
remember every place,
can you name every lake,
walk through every mountain pass,
or thank God for those who have
gone on before, matter's not the race.
History is man's foolishness,
this country has a tale to tell,
of men and women, of sacrifice.
The present is about change,
one of hardest things and strange,
that no one knows how to do it right.
But every one has an opinion.
Sometimes the pinions, small,
are the most important, is all.
The future,
sutures to the
present and
the past, to the wind
change is fast,
courage Canada,
this day is your
birthday,
a day like any other,
and you will not
let anyone down,
after all you are Canadian.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC