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Friday November 21, 2008

A View From The Park Bench


Upon this old familiar bench
From which I've spent a time or two
Just gazing at the fluid sky
And watching chestnut trees,
Which change throughout the seasons
Now their copper leaves do fall
And gather on this stony path
Then tossed upon the breeze.

For scattered far across the field
And through the air with random flee
From every bough it seems to pluck
Until each one is bare,
Now soon the winter shall be here
With icy chills the frosts and snow
When I'll not stop but carry on
And find no comfort there.

Upon this bench so old and worn
That's scrawled and etched on every slat
And smeared with food from yesterday
Yet still to me so kind,
For here within my solitude
Away from all the toil and spite
I'll take my time to look around
When others seem so blind.

Within this park the children play
Upon the swings the slide and frame
And run around upon the grass
Just like I used to do,
But now so many years have passed
And older but no wiser I
And wish I had my youth again
Reliving times I knew.

Upon this bench I sit and wait
And as the people pass me by
Some of them do speak to me
Some look the other way,
Yet here the grass shall always grow
Beneath my tired and aching feet
A friendly place I call my own
Where often I do stay.

I long for daffodils of spring
To watch them all come into flower
Then wave upon the gentle breeze
Such beauty there to see,
Then listen to the birds that sing
Their sweet refrains as if for I
And I alone shall hear them all
Each golden melody.

I leave the bench behind me now
And walk along the stony path
That's still adorned by copper leaves
To where the breeze has blown,
But know that soon I shall return
To look upon this view again
And watch the seasons changing
In this place I call my own.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE




Posted by sashk69 at 11:12 AM
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Wednesday November 12, 2008

Tears

It is so small
but it holds so much
it can mean so many different emotions
tears of joy
tears of relief
tears of love
tears of loss
tears of pain
tears of suffering
tears of regret
tears of passion
tears of helplessness
tears of depression
tears of anger
tears of hatred
tears just because
so many tears are shed
so many tears are blend
so many tears go unwiped
so many tears go unnoticed
for within one tear
such strong emotions grow
a tear so small
can show so much
if you actually take the time to look
if you actually open up your eyes
you can see the true emotions felt within that tear

The Queen of Pain



Posted by sashk69 at 1:25 PM
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