POETS OF OUR TIME 2000
BELOW SEE PAGES 12, 14, 15, 66, 69
There was a garden wall
where vines did lovely crawl
with every season thick
in sunlight and in mist.
I loved my garden wall
and feared to draw apart,
for it possessed my heart.
I loved it most of all.
I feared that come one day
a chill would blight its flowers
that grew upon the vine
in spring and summertime.
I mantled it with burlap
to shelter it from frost
and feared the hour
when my wall with vines was lost.
But little did I know
there would not come a day
when all that I had loved
would at once slip away.
A little at a time
the petals turned to gray,
and brick by brick the wall
surrendered to decay-
till finally it fell,
crumbling into dust-
all that I had loved
destroyed by broken trust.
THE BREAK OF DAY
This impossible dark place to reach
has been found through broken down walls
Battered and bruised as a punctured peach
deflowering the innocence before night falls.
This betrayal cuts deep into the gut
the music plays a morbid tune of torture
it waits for the silent scream to be put
through the test of the butcher.
The strings are cut that bind the bond
wake the beast and let it feast...
taste the tears of it's open wound
and pray that you won't be the last.
These worldly demons have no heart
they penetrate into the minds of young
taking away life's vision of love and art
babes crying out at night for the break of day.
Delores M Massey
without a song the music fades
Spirits captured in memories pictures - timeless, priceless carelessly tossed
into our corner world
sealed in a place where no one holds the key
A note lost in time forgotten whisperings red ribbons of reasons seasons without you
AMY J. ANSELMO
I always have you in my thoughts
I always remember what you taught
Not a day goes by that I don't look to the sky
Not a day goes by that I don't say hi
You are always with me in my dreams
Even when I fish the streams
There's not a day that goes by
That I just let you pass me
TINA M. FOOTE
WITHOUT YOUR FACE
Half the night on the phone, As I begin again to believe
A love where I feel free from alone.
I used to think my someone was supposed to be near
Situated in a setting, soon enough love would find its way.
But maybe fate filters through as I feel you here. I look out into the distance each night
Wondering what you might be doing, are you thinking of me.
I find it mysteriously magical how my heart tells me this is right
Certainly not written as regular, anyone could make that case,
But if your words paint pictures of unique happiness
Then I just may be falling into love
even without your face.
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