Good morning everyone.
Posted on 08/28/2005 2:26:23 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
Train Whistle Blues
It paints a picture in my mind of the trains I grew up with as a boy,
later, riding sometimes in the cars, or between them in the night air.
And those I watched come to town as momentary visitors each day,
only to carry the folks inside, beyond me and my childhood dreams.
Never as a child had I the chance to own a single one as a toy,
so I just watched the real ones carving through the night so fair.
Like magic carpets they came and went to places I can not say,
moving towards tomorrows, that only others would know it seems.
Desire Awakens
She wakes with a smile in her eyes,
and I know she has plans for the rest of the night.
I smile, giving her room under the candle light,
knowing her ways will be joy as time flies.
Her soft words are lost as she kisses me light,
and she seems to have a destination in mind.
I gasp in delight as she seeks and then finds,
her touch and lips, oh my future is one of delight!
So it goes, each giving to the other our love,
until dawn finds us spent, and finally at rest.
We will remember this night, one of our best,
and we will exceed it, won’t we my beloved.
Train Whistle Blues
Oh Johnn, I love this poem!! Wonderful.
Desire Awakens
Very nice, good imagery.
After long years of death, despairer and darkness
Hope is kindling
As with any birth, there is blood and pain and suffering
Doubts and fears wage war with hopes and dream
Councils of cowardice vanquished by the courage of the free
And people around the world, smile secret delight as freedom's newest baby takes it's first tentative steps today,
while Uncle Sam's proud children add the name "Iraq" to their forefathers proud battle flags.
Good morning to you.
Wonderful poem for Iraqi freedom.
Christina Rosetti, a favorite poet and historical/religious figure, the author of my favorite Christmas song, "In the Bleak Midwinter." Thanks, Hope.
Thanks for gorgeous Gordon, and Good Evening, 'Feather. The last I heard Lightfoot's health was not so good... heard anything?
Like a smooth red satin lace,
my thoughts glimmer,
with their silken soft possibilities.
Each beguiling, free of hostilities,
oh dream skimmer,
to paint a smile on my face.
Oh naughty one, fallen from grace,
your thoughts need a trimmer,
bringing to you, endless tranquilities.
It paints a picture in my mind of the trains I grew up with as a boy,
later, riding sometimes in the cars, or between them in the night air.
And those I watched come to town as momentary visitors each day,
only to carry the folks inside, beyond me and my childhood dreams.
Never as a child had I the chance to own a single one as a toy,
so I just watched the real ones carving through the night so fair.
Like magic carpets they came and went to places I can not say,
moving towards tomorrows, that only others would know it seems.
Day after day to work, I rode the train.
From Tonbridge to Londontown and back again.
Many tunnels we passed thru' on our daily run.
Looking back now . . . it was loads of fun.
My comfy bed's calling out to me.
my mystery book's calling too, so
I'll see you good folk tomorrow, for
I'm off to bed with my tea.
rim 10/15/05 ©
Good night everyone . . .see you tomorrow.
Fog of Time
Like sweet soft caresses, the mist slips around me,
enfolding me gently in a shifting gossamer curtain.
Things are there and then their not, a true mystery,
and one now seems oh so far from life so uncertain.
Whispering zephyrs speak so softly of what might be,
and I listen with a quiet mind to the hidden nuances there.
I search with such an open heart, wonders there to see,
to catalog them each amid the sweet whiteness with care.
Time moves into the distance, as the mists enfold us,
and we travel farther now within then without, at last.
We play along the edges of Destiny I wryly must confess,
in the mist of Fate, beside Time’s surging sea it will pass.
"Oh naughty one, fallen from grace,
your thoughts need a trimmer,
bringing to you, endless tranquilities."
Yep!
"Day after day to work, I rode the train.
From Tonbridge to Londontown and back again.
Many tunnels we passed thru' on our daily run.
Looking back now . . . it was loads of fun."
Trains, carrying memories and dreams to far off places through time itself.
Hello?
Hello???
Man, these old folks sure go to bed early!
LOL
Man, these old folks sure go to bed early!
Your posting time says 3:45 am!!
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