"jouney" poems
And the farm endured
seven fields to forty acres
the days of my father
saw grass and crops rotate
his toiling obsession now spent
gave way to a bigger scale
the old house storeyed
by one and a half
the bedroom where I slept
in the shadow of an older brother
the roof of grey slate
the peak of my world
reached my childhood sky
the overgrown garden
the consequence of labours elsewhere
the sycamore tree
my view of a world outside
the patch of monkshood remained
where I trapped bees in a jar
the fuchsia bush with flowers to pick
and **** nectar from within
the old dirt track road
the start of a jouney far beyond
the realm of a farm
and the dreams of a boy
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
One path,
One choice,
One life you no longer control.
Your soul in the hands of a devious character.
What got you here?
Was it the beatings or the drugs?
Perhaps it was the ******
This was the wrong direction.
One future you didn't want.
Maybe you could go back, try to start over.
Each memory of what you did wrong,
Re-plays in front of you like a movie.
Sweat beads run down your face.
What have you done to your family?
Tears down your feet,
Heat,
Pure agony,
Their jouney disappeared.
One person,
Alone,
Disgraced by all.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
Death beckons me to heed his call
He bids me to hasten my departure
He woos me with his hypnotizing words
That fly true, like the arrows of an archer
For a season, his cries went unheard
As I marveled at the beat of my heart
But now, it seems, my life unfulfilling
I keep looking for ways to depart
He's ever present, as I wander this maze
Pleading for my jouney to end
Telling me lies of false understanding
And taking the appearance of a friend
He whispers my name, in subliminal message
That only my mind can perceive
A pale horse, stands, at the foot of my bed
Looking for ways to deceive
He whispers, "No mercy", no mercy indeed
For I too, must one day atone
No one can hear my cries for compassion
For it's true, we all die alone
Though life be predictable, no longer appealing
For now, in my purpose content
But growing so weary, of his never ending cadence
I fear, I too, must one day relent
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 4:39 PM UTC
as i whisper in your ear, and tell you what i fear
i feel you holding me tighter, to wipe away my tear
the warmth on my neck, from your soothing breath
sends my mind to a place, your softness i can't regret
for you are with me now and always,and beyond forever
a cherished time, a whimsical jouney, a daydream awaken
I LOVE YOU
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
If I had but one original thought to say
guess I'd be, I love you in everyway
but I was chasing the shadows of love today
each one getting longer,in the dusk of day
nightfalls, I am thrown into this abyss
wanting the new, remembering what I miss
all that came before me, seems like a myth
discard them to my empty hearts pit
my memories invade my pathetic senses
as if your that historical artifact, to be found
If I can dig deep, sweep away the timeless dirt
wash it till its anew, display it once again
perhaps, this time, it can withstand another
jouney with me
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Perhaps I have gain a small piece of enlightenment in the past couple of weeks. Doesn’t really matter anyway because I feel I have. So what did I find at the end of my 2 month soul search …..Simple
“Emotions are not meant to be suppressed they are still there …eventually they will come to the surface as anger …by neglect. So experience life, don’t hide from your emotion. Learn to control the only thing U can truly control … react well to your own emotions. Deal with emotions before they transform into something ugly like anger.”
Control of anything or someone else is just an arrogant illusion. We are all here to interact and if lucky we might have the opportunity to be a positive influence on someone or something. Control if you must …look to your past …even with good intension did you ever really help another?
Straight from a jouney of madness ...John
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
Feb. 1997
To be almost saved is to be lost
Take that jouney no matter the cost
Find out who you are and what you need
To live your life as full as can be
'Cause you can fly like a seagull and still not be free
If you heart is an anchor and not a sail on the sea
You can set a destination but the winds they can change
So don't hold your hopes so firmly that you can't rearrange
You can get to any one place by so many ways
That the real journey is who you are day to day
'Cause you can fly like a seagull and still not be free
If you heart is an anchor and not a sail on the sea
Now some people's journeys will match yours in step
While others will do things that you cannot accept
Still each on must follow their own guiding star
Though some get confused and don't know who they are
Help if you can but allow them the right
to go down with their ship or to sail out of sight
'Cause you can fly like a seagull and still not be free
If you heart is an anchor and not a sail on the sea
Ah, but wisdom and words aren't enough for this trip
You need some one to help in case you should slip,
Get caught in bad weather or just lose your grip
That's why even Columbus sailed with three ships
'Cause you can fly like a seagull and still not be free
If you heart is an anchor and not a sail on the sea
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 8:32 PM UTC
Shall I pen this verse for you
this time, may it spill upon
your open hands
with all its truths
rub them on your skin
and feel the memories
my constant thoughts of you
invade my dreams, hence
sleepless nights
are you safe, did you read this
still wondering
the bed is barren, on your side
the puppies are grown now
they lay at the end of the bed
head on their paws, droopy eyes
looking to me for their answers
I can ony look at them in silence
even the morning coffee ***
its sound so vibrant, happy,
labors, one less cup to fill
as I pen this final verse
in all its truths
be well my love, enjoy your jouney
remember I was your starting point
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
At first, he hates the walls.
Then, he gets used to them.
Until his walls are all he knows.
Trading freedom for retreat,
The cage becomes the sanctuary.
Who are you?
An answer not produced, but rather received may be the compass,
Traversing a path yet taken,
On a jouney not yet imagined.
Whose ending is the beginning
Of the life known by only one.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
The time traveller
The time lord looks towards the sky on a midnight sky and dreams of far away places and walks along an enchanted land of mystery. The time lord walks towards his great machine and switches on the travel data and goes on a jouney through time.
He arrives in another time and place with his companion for the great journey of mystery and danger. The time is the early century with the knights of the round table battle dragons and demons in a far away land.
The warriors stand with their swords held high and dragons and demons push down their fire into the heart of the knight armour trying to break down the fight of a great crusade with its powerful body and wings of steel crash down on the sword of steel.
The time lord and his companion looks with horror whilst the crowd wave their hands at the warriors stand and shout with hatred whilst the dragons head falls onto a wasted ground and defeated with cheers of great.
The emperior holds up his hand at the slayed dragon of hate and fingers down at the final gate. the time lord looks and makes haste at the crowd of hate and moves into another time and journey to begin another day.
written by wayne mockler
ownership wayne mockler
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC