Softley poems on Hello Poetry

Micheal Wolf Feb 2014

I sat chatting to Alison of what I can't recall.
Why she was here I had no idea at all.
Ian laughed and made a reference to Cruella De Ville, a pet name for my ex that makes him giggle still.

Then she entered, seemingly frantic, papers dropped floating like feathers. Her hair trailed as though chasing to catch her as she raced through the world.
But no man could catch her as there was no race she was not even there but visiting the same.

She spoke loudly, her words echoed of Edgar Allen Poe. Deep and mysterious, soft in reference to my very thoughts.
She seemed familiar, yet not, oh how could that be?
Real and not there, I thought I had met her.
But probably not yet?

She opened a book and said listen to me she spoke so softley I just agreed.
I can't remember a word that she said only Alisons laughter and Ians nodding head.
They sat next to us but faded away I was losing reality but needed to stay!

The librarian rebuked them and I turned away, then I realised it was Caroline who was sat at the desk.
She turned and smiled and started to say
Hi I'm....
Before she could speak I said "Caroline"
I know
She smiled and leaned towards me, then I woke
The dream blown to infinity.
The library gone.

Utter nonsense dream where I knew some people not others and made no sense. Vivid as day in every detail haunts me at night.

Tombstone Terry Sullivan Jul 2010

Wallet Full Of Time

They say a wild women burnt my soul.
coughed up ashes.
raised by a whiskey bottle and a pair
of loaded dice to roll.

She showed me the blues at thirteen.
Took me by the hand.
Said boy this lifes a party and this  one
beats anything your young eyes have ever seen.

And so the taste was made  and a cure i
havent found yet.
The  best of the worst  my sweetest   regret.

Life as a party  is a vision of night.
We find more answers unasked.
Then in the moment of a fight.

Back alleys and the quick fix.
The redlight reason.
And the devils bag of tricks.

Snake eyes and your last dime.
A slow trains exit.
A suitcase of soul  with a empty wallet full of time.

Half a pint of  happiness a empty bottle of blues.
The road  is a quest.
The  path yours to choose.

Texas heat to a New York chill.
Neon cast memories  a  loner's  existance.
And a thirst I can never fulfill.

Chords  echo softley a vast reflection  in rhyme.
Ive gotta  empty bottle for a heart.
And a wallet full of time.

Ted Aronis Dec 2016

Grandfather don't go

Slowly walking, almost stumbling
I saw her sitting there, just looking into space
What you saw, I wondered, But could not see
Looking up, pondering with some blissful Glee

A soft tumble of moisture fell from her lips
Her memory slowly leaving my mental grip
I saw her sitting there, Just looking into space
Soft, pale, sunlight fell upon her face

What you saw I could not see, assuredly it did not involve the likes of me
But still, I looked, and could still not see what quaked your soul
Perhaps it was, I could not dream, could it be me, It did not seem
But still trembling, Almost stumbling, Slowing upon my pace

She looked, She saw, she knew what I was about
Undoubtedly she thought and begun to shout
Red and angry, Or so I thought, but not
She beckoned to me, Although from afar

Still I saw her, sitting there, looking into space
With some peaceful slumber still showing on her face
She awoke with a smile, kissed me on the cheek
Isn't it wonderful we will get another peek

Softley, almost brilliantly, she began to speak
I held her closely, again fighting off the sleep
Early morning warm, the softness of her breath
She spoke to me, surely brilliantly, as if to say

Grandfather, she would say, stay with me this day
You've got stories to tell, don't go away
Please stay , there are games left to play
Oh god, Not today, she wants me to stay

Written April 2016 for my grandchildren, Becky, Tory, Olivia, And Charlotte.

#ta

Phoenix Oct 2019

The Sleeping Giant

The Sleeping Giant awakens
Peeling open his eyes for the first time in a couple megaannum
Mother Nature embraced him the
moment he laid to rest
But she calls out to him now
For Mother Nature was withering away

The Sleeping Giant lifts a hand
Shaking away the dust and dirt
Careful not to disturb the plant life
growing there
He slowly moves
As if his joints were cemented together

Carefully he stands
Moving Mother Nature's blanket
Setting it softley on the cold ground
For she calls to him, and he must answer

He stands, towering as tall as a mountain
Stronger than graphene
Mere mortals had written stories about the Sleeping Giant
But they were forgotten a few millennias ago

The Sleeping Giant did not forget
He had laid to rest in Mother Nature's
embrace
Hoping the mortals would remeber him
But time had passed, and they had
forgotten

Time is a mortal construct and therfore does not apply to the Gods
The Sleeping Giant only rested a short
while
But generations upon generations of
mortals lived and died during his
slumber
And Mother Nature's pleas for help
awoke the sleeping beast

He stood atop Everest
And wept at the sight before him
For the mortals had broken their promise

Mother Nature was dying which was why she cried out
For mortals created machines
And destroyed more than saved
And the Sleeping Giant was awoken to
protect his beloved Mother Nature

— The End —