Rosy Hue
When I look back through the rose shaded glass of the past
All hurts are forgotten as if expunged in gentler reminiscences.
The jibes and cuts of the bullies tongue and fist
Or the strangled loves of adolescence
Where like a hook caught fish would wriggle with embarrassment
And shed tears of self destruction
To think the world would end because of one rejection.
Of the loss of friends through death or the vicissitudes of life
And all the failures big and small; of which I suppose are many.
Yet the me whose here to look down the road, would not be, if not for these.
Yet though sometimes I regret the things not done
And pine goals not yet reached.
I wouldn't have missed the journey for the world.
I am maybe no more a wiser man but I'm certain more content.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
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When Death Finds Me
Elated I have dived to the depths,
Found the beauty in a leaf,
Bathed in the rainbow,
Gloried in the dawn,
Found solace in the rain,
Run with the wind.
I have heard the voice of the hills,
Seen a world in a blade of grass,
Sung duets with the birds.
I have let the stream of life
Whisk me away....tumbling
Wash me in the exquisite,
When death finds me,
As he does all,
I shall not be sad, .........
But content, for I have lived.
P. H. Brookes Copyright.2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Broken Promises
Promises broken like glass
Shattered to lie at her feet
For all she got was lies, deceit.
This was a life of disappointments.
Love slid, water through her fingers,
To puddle at her feet as tears.
Decieved by a beautiful lie;
Left with the shreds of love.
Promises broken like glass.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
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When Death Knocks
When death knocks
I shall fling the door wide
Rush into his embrace,
For I am ready.
He holds no fear for me
Why should I fear a friend?
One I have known all my life;
Who has accompanied every step,
Helped me on my way.
No I shall not fear death for
He will cut my earth bound chains
And his kiss shall set me free.
Copyright 2012 P H Brookes
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Hi There, Outside World
Hi there, Outside world,
It's been a while, you see.
I've missed you lots, and tons, and much,
And we all know you've missed me.
Hi there, Outside world,
Come inside and stay a while,
No one will know where you've gone,
In here, from the world, so vile.
Hi there, Outside world,
Aren't you curious where I've been?
Don't you want to know everything,
Like why, and how, and when?
Hi there, Outside world,
It's much better inside of doors,
No noises, or sickness, or hate, or death,
Here there's only peace, no wars.
Hi there, Outside world,
Wouldn't you love to get away?
Just leave them there, Forget they care,
Just come inside and stay.
Hi there, Outside world,
We can be friends, just you and me,
We can sing, and dance, and talk,
And for once, we'll both be free.
Hi there, Outside world,
That world is a scary place,
Wouldn't you rather a nice warm house,
Where evil leaves no trace?
Hi there, Outside world,
Come live with me, my dear,
You'll never go another day,
While cowering in fear.
Hi there, Outside world,
Please don't ask to leave,
I need someone to stay with me,
It's lonely, you'll believe.
Wait, Outside world,
I can convince you, you'll see,
Just stay here for evermore,
Leave those people be.
Outside world, I need your help,
Don't leave me here to die,
It's sad, and I feel alone,
In my spare time, I cry.
What's that you say, Outside world?
Leave my house of sadness?
Go with you to your outside place?
My word, now that's just madness!
Listen here, Outside world,
I'm never welcome back,
I've left there once, and can't return,
Of that, I'm sure as fact.
Silly little Outside world,
You say I'm missed a lot,
How could that be, Outside world,
If I've never been sought.
I see all, Outside world,
And I know they do not want me,
I'd rather stay here, in my mind,
Than live amongst the happy.
I fear I can't, Outside world,
This house is all I need,
I know it's meager, and so dark,
But, I must live my creed.
I swore an oath, Outside world,
That I should live in here for ever,
Never leave, Never be,
With or without endeavor.
I keep my word, Outside world,
This place is where I stay,
I never can go back, you see,
I've gone too far away.
Goodbye, Outside world,
I really enjoyed our chat,
I'm sorry to hear you have to go,
Devastated, at that.
So long, Outside world,
If I never see you again,
Tell the world what happened here,
Don't let it happen to them.
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Father’s Day,2010
This Father’s Day, I was so very sad,
For none had greeted me, ‘My dear dad! ’
Despite my sadness, I tried to be glad,
For I wasn’t after all, a father bad!
I wondered what had gone wrong with this world;
Why were my family members being cold?
Was it their love for earthly things and gold?
Was it because I was now pretty old?
My people do not talk to me often;
No one finds time to forget or soften;
Were souls immersed in vice and mortal sin?
Were devils ravaging mankind to win?
I pondered over this problem for long;
Perhaps, the world forgot what’s right or wrong;
May be, in life, all hear a plaintive song;
Then, something struck my inner head like gong!
The modern world was searching for true love;
All want it but will not give it for now;
Man’s selfishness makes him raise his eyebrow;
Christ loves us truly from heaven above!
A day to show one’s love was missed so fast;
Man tries to be wiser from his sad past;
No one has patience to answer when asked;
The holy cross can make things well at last!
But everyone must take a share of blame;
Love lost in homes is matter of great shame;
We have forgotten earthly life’s main aim;
Pure souls can go to God from whence they came!
It’s time we walked on heaven’s road on earth!
We cannot forget God who gives each breath;
God’s love made us in human form at birth;
Can we not share with neighbors divine mirth?
‘Happy Father’s Day! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 06-20-2010
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In Constant Struggle
there is this hook, line and
sinker
someone is a fish and he
is caught
the urchins and clams
and octopuses watch helplessly
the fish is this philosophy of
being caught and wanting to be free
you are inside this ocean and
you are this fish
and then you wish to become a man
all your life you feel the fish in there
hook, line and sinker
the fish in you and the man within
in constant struggle
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Femme Fatale
Sitting in a corner glass in hand
She sips ruby red full bodied wine.
Carefully made up to hide the years
To hide the sorrow and the tears.
The scarlet lip and deep kohled eye
Hair arranged and skilfully dyed.
She waits to be saved.
Saved from life.
Saved from herself,
But no saviour comes.
Just a succession of one night stands.
Her soul so cheaply bought
Was dearly sold.
She had such dreams a life fulfilled
But all hope of this now stilled
And in her heart she truly knows
That winter come and she is cold.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012.
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Sceptics Tongue
Fill the empty void with misery
And strangle frantic hopes.
An incarnation of bitter joy
Our last meeting so drear and cold.
The conflagration of your letters of love
Lie cold in the hearth now but ashes,
An immolation of my hopes,
Become rock dashed dreams
Upon the alter of sacrifice.
Can I survive or bear
A winter dark, long and drear.
Are stretched polar nights now my lot?
No my sceptics tongue longs to deny
Or fails acceptance of your loss.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Betrayal
This time caught out.
Your betrayal is as old time
You throw your time bomb
Choosing the time frame
With your usual bad timing.
Your excuses time worn.
Its not the first time.
I catch myself just in time
Time for a time out,
Stunned.
Time elongates.
Stands still, a still life
At my time of life
I should know better
Time to move on
No longer to give you the time of day.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Endgame Stream XI
This state of mind
Envelops my wits.
Find myself
At my wits end.
A life on hold.
Looking through
An opaque veneer.
The world indifferent
Spins on,
Puts me in a spin.
Hovering on the horizon
Stuck between night and day.
In everlasting twilight
Where nothing has definition,
Not defined.
But low upon the skyline
A slow lick of sun
Burns away the gloom,
Illuminates the path
Disipates the fog.
Life retuns.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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When a Fish Rides a Bicycle
When a fish rides a bicycle,
All women will be free.
Men will be colour blind,
When an octopus climbs a tree.
Everyone will be equal no one take a side,
And we'll get rid of hatred, prejudice and pride.
And when a whale walks on the sands,
Then justice will reign in all the lands.
But sadly till that happy day,
The world will go the same old way.
P |H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
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Loss
Loss is not that first stab,
Nor the numbness that follows.
Loss is not the nights after,
Nor tears shed heavily into pillows.
Loss is coming home full of news,
Only to find an empty house.
Forgetful, to set the table for two,
Turn to speak to vacant air.
Loss is to laugh alone.
poem by Paul Brookes
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I Rise in Joy
Oh skittering magpies
Harbingers of perdition.
Black tongued cajolers
Chattering on the bare limbs.
Do you foretell my death
Or do you laugh to scorn,
Cackle at my misfortune?
You ill omened birds,
Be not the augury.
You teller's of tales,
Bringers of despair.
You heralded my loss
And fed upon my despair.
Flee from me, away,
For I am a sun reborn
And, Nemisis.
A scourge to burn,
Scour with penetrating light,
To leave you only ashes,
Wind blown memories.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Solitary (Stream VI)
Solitary,
Alone, yet crowded in.
Hemmed in.
Penned in.
Encircled.
The flow of the crowd pulls,
Surrounded you surrender,
Are surrendered,
Surrender yourself.
Rendered down.
No longer alone,
Yet lonely.
Left alone.
A lone voice
Crying out,
But ears are deaf,
Eyes blind,
Lips dumb.
No solicitude.
Not touched
You lose touch;
Numbed you remain lost,
At a loss with your loss.
You remain alone,
Solitary.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Lifes A Journey
I say life’s a journey, because life’s something we have once and everything we do and say is something we can’t go back and change. So I look at life as a journey. That I have to live full out, with no regrets. I don’t have time to live in the past or think about all the bad things. Almost all human being takes life for granted, and I don’t want to be one of those people. So I promised my self to never ever live with regrets, so I try to do whatever my heart tells me. And I try to stand up for all my believes, and I can’t do that if I live in the past or with regrets. It’s a waist of time,
Because life’s a journey.
I usually say if you got a dream go for it, because giving up on a dream is like giving up on life and giving up on life is like sitting and asking god to die. I know it’s hard to go for your dream when people tell you, that you won’t make it. So I just tell my self, whenever I fall I get back up, because I won’t give up without a fight.
Because life’s a journey.
What you’ve got if you don’t have faith, I know it’s hard to hold on to, when we live in a world like this. But I always hold on to my faith and my hopes.
My believes is what often keeps me going,
Because life’s a journey.
Life is hard, we all know it isn’t fair but I say stop worrying about what you/we don’t have and appreciate what you/we have. Because whenever you/we have a bad day someone else has a worse day and in worse case someone might be dying,
Because life’s a journey.
This world need some love, I know it’s easier to hate than love but at least could we try to respect each other. We would get so much more out of this journey then, I really believe that. Maybe sometimes we should just start to think about our self’s than everybody else. Because if we keep hate on each other, we will soon see world war 3, and I don’t think any one wants that to happen. I wish we could all respect each other, black and white, blue and yellow, bigger and smaller. Because at the end of the day we all human being on a journey that can end any time. It’s sad but it’s true,
Because life’s a journey.
Life’s a journey till the day it ends and when it ends there is no looking back or taking back. We had our changes only doomsday will show us if we wasted our time on our journey or if we enjoyed the journey and appreciated what we had. When we are at the end of our journey that’s when we have to face death. Many people forget we have to die because they might be afraid, but I’m not because it’s a part of life.
Life’s a journey till it ends.
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Raw waR
Bombarded and war pitted
And pitied they who lie here.
The scar blasted houses
Now no place for dwelling
Or dwelling on the passed.
Where once love blossomed,
And families embraced in solidarity,
No blossoms grow for all the trees are dead.
Now the men have gone to war,
For war is raw and needs its raw recruits.
Recruited from the innocent
Whose hands will soon know death.
And those left behind face a different war.
The war of want.
The women face the daily grind
Of sky dropped bombs that scream annihilation.
And dodge the shells and bullets
To fed the hungry children
Who cower in makes shift sanctuaries
Deep beneath the ground.
Hollow eyed not understanding
And yet so used to death and loss.
For war is raw.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Loss Of...
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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No Care (Stream XIX)
Here where no one cares,
Careworn she lies sick in the fetid air.
The sick room smell, lies rank upon her.
And she so sick, tries to rise,
But some immovable force holds her down
Too sick to rise.
No angel ministers her fevered brow
Nor comes with swift and gentle aids.
Like old news she lies forgotten
Abandoned, useless, broken.
No progeny from her barren womb
To ease her passage through old age.
Or send her a loving last farewell
A kiss to ease her on the road to her demise.
And he she loved with tender care
Gone, lost in a war these long years past.
Footsteps pass her door
And feebly she calls out,
No answer comes.
No foot across her threshold falls,
Forgot by all,
She dies alone.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Journey to Be
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue,
Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too.
We'll start our journey out from here by horse and cart of old,
The seaside docks - and journey pauses - where we shall behold
A noble schooner for the journey primed to launch as planned:
To sail with dolphins cross the seas then journey back on land.
And so our journey goes by foot to conquer mountains tall:
A chapter hence the journey reached, with scenes that should enthral.
But when we tire, let's rest our journey, stretched in fields of flowers,
And bathe atop the mountain from the journey - autumn showers!
Refreshed, our journey takes a turn - we'll venture back for home,
But first we'll let the journey take a tangent just to roam.
And in the winding route, this journey's bound to bide content,
But most of all take heed - let's make our journey life's event.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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