New Year 2015
2 quit
0r not to quit
1 often asks
5 times a day
2 start
0r not to start
1 often tries
5 times a day
while
2
0f us end up to be
1 for
5 days a week
plus weekends
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Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
You have no right: as in life, you never gave me the time of day.
No call or message, that would have been nice!
Perhaps a chat or friendly advice.
Would that have been too much to pay?
Just to have acknowledge me for a day!
Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
You were oblivious to my pain: although I tried to explain.
Did I offend you in some way?
Or did you think ignoring me: was ok!
Why no attempt to meet with me?
Or a desire to speak to me?
Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
Was my leaving such a disgrace?
Did it contribute to a lose of face?
Why did you judge me so harshly?
It was not your place!
I loved you dearly: but things were said.
My heart has always ruled my head!
Why do you stand weeping at my grave?
Sadly I see no sorrow in your eyes.
It’s too late to explain or apologise.
Too late to put ills to right: I’ve passed through the light.
If there’s the remotest thought for me: with respect walk away.
Don’t stand weeping at my grave.
Dear Poets,
our topic for September is a Poetic Letter to anybody you wish to write to. It can be any kind of letter you want to write.
Enjoy writing and reading each other’s poetry.
Adam, Marie and Jarek
The moment when millions of stars just don’t turn on,
You know it’s now because of the stupid episode when you should’ve said “no”,
The short “yes” entailed you feeling drowning, yet not completely gone.
One… two… three… strikes the clock,
The approaching morning surrounds cells with shock,
Will the day bring about another mock?
No news or surprise: once or twice this has been here,
Hopeless, breathless, sleepless and full of fear,
Alive? You are. Seem to be. But cannot shed a tear.
The blackest clothes you’ve been in for a while,
Those which don’t pull away sparing a tiniest smile,
Though it may sound absurd, you will find yourself the desired isle.
I promise.
You are My Oak Tree,
Bold and strong,
And In Your branches I belong.
Firm roots set down securing Our Love,
Towering magnificently above.
On declaring My Love,
I gave You My Heart,
Ensuring we are never apart.
Precious Oak Tree,
Grow with Me.
I will Love You forever,
My Pledge to Thee.
My Darling Precious,
Love,
Sweet Pea.
SUMMER Reminiscence 🙂