"waylaying" poems
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The farthest Thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the Sky
And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
Have lain their missiles by—
The Lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself—
But I would not exchange the Bolt
For all the rest of Life—
Indebtedness to Oxygen
The Happy may repay,
But not the obligation
To Electricity—
It founds the Homes and decks the Days
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that waylaying Light—
The Thought is quiet as a Flake—
A Crash without a Sound,
How Life’s reverberation
Its Explanation found—
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Death’s Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time—
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence—is his name—
No Assault, nor any Menace
Doth betoken him.
But from Life’s consummate Cluster—
He supplants the Balm.
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Down I fall
Into the
Deep
Deep
Deep
Of restlessness.
In vain I shall
Try to encapsulate you!
To bind you with word
Or phrase
And keep thee
Until the end of
Days.
Vainly I will try
To plant you
Deep
Down
Within this
Restorative Earth.
Untended
These thoughts’
They grow.
Blooming spectacularly
Into
Hopes
Dreams
Intentions
So deep
Down
Down
Down
I shall
Fall
Into this
Soil,
The root of
It
All.
Passions
Boil
Waylaying my spirit
With
turmoil .
I shall watch you
Grow
Grow
Grow
And I
Shall
Rest
On Your
Blossoms.
The shade
of your
Great leaves
Will
Cover
Me
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
In dangerous times,
in luscious climes,
the seed of war does grow.
It's hard to see
by you or me,
but God, creator, knows.
Hate, the devil, lurks
in bruises, wounds and irks,
hidden by our lies
that's how his poison works.
The breeze of change will blow
some of the good will go
and in their stead will rise
the ones that we despise.
They come on ships of doom
moving like a broom
they sweep away the peace
countries losing lease.
The winds of war now jail!
A teeming, waylaying gale!
The cries of anguish hush...
The innocent turned to mush.
In the wake of strife
The land has seldom life
Right at love's dear core
There is an open door;
Out from it come the healers
so too the double-dealers.
They fix what has been broken
***** a world unspoken.
The peaceful times now reign,
rain to wash the pain.
In peace, what do we gain?
Naught but war refrain...
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC