MYSTICAL AND CHARMING
THROUGH A POETS EYES
This world is full of beauty through a poets eyes with love around each corner and each day a surprise there's wonders in Gods glory with joys to fill your days wonders in the hillsides and in the children's play
The paths that life doth offer us with trials and dreams to set flowing rivers hills to walk and seas to travel yet there's peoples of each continent ail full of great ideals wonders of the seven seas and golden daffodils
The birds they sing their melodies and the lion roars and preys the monkeys scamper in the trees and the lambs and dolphins play the artist paints a masterpiece and the builder builds a dream mansions on the hillside and pretty running streams
there's forest walks to saunter and hills to view the scene rabbits in the meadows and crops of corn and bean love to wonder daily with beauty on parade pretty girls and lovely ladies sultry virgins and old maids
the carousel it spins each day and the vardos wheels they turn one man in his castle and the other old and worn soldiers in their battles and kings upon their thrones one man his own master the other works alone
there's music set to symphony and artistes with great style one plays a guitar loud and free and others sweet and with a smile there's words to set us free to dream and words to hold us down one man is a free person and the other wears a frown
the world is full of variety with cultures rich in tone Sanskrit lines of Truth and grace and others on the vine Prophets to study endlessly and writers of great pen some are fools in jeopardy and others are our friends
the sun comes up each morning with hopes and plans to set friends and neighbor's greet us here with sorrows and regrets there's happiness in a child's smile and a kiss from a lovers lips with freedoms on offer daily and religions soaked in myths.
FORSAKEN MEMORIES
Branded and battered and beaten to dust the poets life shattered with few men to trust the lyrics and stanzas were lost on just fools whilst the wise men looked on to mankind's own rules
The lofty professions were sanctified fame with words that meant nowt to the fools on the plains the softly spoken speeches were primed to fools ears whilst the sparrow it fell and the Truth disappeared
The countryside pastures where poets did tread where sweet virgin maidens all rested their heads the trees offered sustance with the leaves and great boughs where the woodlands were rich and the meadows by stour
The rabbits explored there and the foxes ran free with the sounds of the gun in old histories the constant companions get vent to the breeze but its only a whisper amongst the tall trees
Under the pulpit where the preacher he stood the children gave laughter as only they could the bells rang their daily and the stars blinked each night before child went to bed and they put out the light.
BRIGHT LIGHTS OF HOPE
I visited his dark room today and wandered through the veils where many strangers sat and dreamed their life of living hell he squandered all his mastery of written prose and rhyme then lost his way in sadness gained amongst the grass of time
No hopes he offered there for me in bitter reels of rhymes where hollow words of victory were squandered on the vine the darkness there engulfed my dreams whilst honesty declined of love lost romance lusted free like a poet in decline
I took along my lamp of hope and santify of grace i spelt out love and promises all wrapped up in faith the beacon of my promises shone within that space where love and hope were sanctified along with faith and grace
The rooms were lit with feather dew and crystal ice so sweet where cockerals crowed at dawn each dayt and sailors sailed at noon the mortal screams of sanity hid from the darkness gloom the words of comfort love and peace offered in that room
I heared his mournfull screams of woes and suffered his insanity whilst i played my verse of gaitety and strummed beneath the moon whilst virgin gals they kissed my hand and offered me a prayer the sun shone through the curtains veils and i found my hope lie there
No more did i but venture there where poets mouerne and wail whilst light was set for pastures new and happiness was swell the candle flickered in the breeze whilst true lovers all were swayed by stanzas full of merriment and soldiers on parade
The darkened room no longer stands with its sunshine peeping through whilst birds did sing their melodies each and every afternoon the kiss of love was granted free and the charm of verse was free whilst the poet left for a better place and sailed out far to sea
LOCAL HERO
I was a local hero till I lost my words online My virtues al forgotten somewheres down the line My friends and old aquaintances branded me a fool but I had trust upon my side and use the golden rule
The virtues of a man i found were grafted on the vine amongst the words and stanzas i wrote them in my prime The master politician told to me once upon a time then i crafted them in solitude and wrote them on the vine
All through my youth and life of joy I crafted words so true but trusted in the hopes of man and warrants of the fools the journeys that life took me were plentifull and free but I lost my way with childish dreams and battles overseas
The friends and strangers comfort me as I have no one to fear only thruth and honesty granted through the years my latent understandings and intutitive prayers stood me in good manner for that climb up all lifes stairs
The birds they sang theur songs for me and the maestro played his tune whilst pretty maidens in a row took my hand so soon the gardens offered blooms that burst and perfume nectars sweet whilst famous men and ladies offered verse at my feet
My long time insirations and noble words of rhyme were squandedred in the morning light afore the ranks of time i gathered up my armor there and wrote a symphony that usheredred in the words of God that meant so much to me
All the lambs are on the hillside and the rabbits all ran free whilst foolish ranting scoundrels hide their lies from me I crafted all my teaching and wrote it in one line to trust in God our maker and flow those words of rhyme
Dark poet
Crushed by thorns and shattered by his dreams the lonesome poets serenades and lives amongst his schemes where lonesome maidens search for him amongst life's twisting roads along the tracks where lovers kissed and foolish gals eloped
Out there in his sanctuary where pride stands tall and free amongst the sanctions of his hopes his words are but a scene where kisses float on lustful schemes and pride comes for a fall there's rooms of shadows lost in time where comfort knows no scope
Out there in the backwoods where he rocks upon his throne he dreams of days and times gone by when hope was his true home the birds they chatter in the breeze and a lonesome coyote calls where maidens offer him his food and suffice wanton schemes
The hollow words he wrote to her where nowt but idle talk whilst the moon shone through the canopy of stars and birds that squawked the phantom of his memories were lost in time and space whilst silly stanza came to home from somewheres out in space
He wondered where his youth had gone and where the seer did hide then gathered up his tears of woes and sold them for a price the cockerel crowed as morning broke and the Prophets sang a phrase whilst visions of another time were granted in this place
Tomorrow amongst friends
When friends are loyal to the core and dreams are made in times of war when winds do blow and troubles stir the cross still stands for one and all
When harvest days we reap and bless in times of troubles put to the test when happy hours are shared with friends we trust in God and not pretend
The hours we blesed when friends are true when soldiers fought their waterloos when troubles shared and love was gained down pleasant walks of country lanes
Oftimes the anchors lifted free when the boat of grace sails to liberty when the trumpet blows and love is free upon the pages writ for thee
The childish ways are set in sand wen friends and comrades all hold hands where ships that sail are full of joys to share with happy girl and boy
Tomorrows hold the hopes of men when prophets put their dreams to pen when artists paint and maestros play the symphonys of life today.
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