Love Letters of Yesterday…a song

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LOVE LETTERS OF YESTERDAY

I found a letter today…

In the attic of an old abandoned house.

In a shoebox covered in the years of dusty neglect.

The letter was unopened,

And addressed to My Mary Lee.

And as I paused there in the moment,

Dare I open it and see….

 

I turned letter round and round,

And over in my hand.

Water stains of years gone by,

Maybe from a shaking hand.

Perhaps the tears of Mary Lee,

Whose courage left that day,

In this unopened letter that never found its way.

 

Untold memories of love…

Untold memories of loss…

We live our lives and give our hearts

And in the end, we pay the cost.

Maybe if we’re lucky,

We will find the words to say…

Written in our love letters of yesterday.

 

 

In a moment of indecision,

I searched my mind for what to do.

Should I open this old letter?

Do I dare? Do I intrude?

Something deep inside of me,

Said put this thing away.

Who am I to just assume,

To think that it’s okay?

 

Untold memories of love…

Untold memories of loss…

We live our lives and give our hearts

And in the end, we pay the cost.

Maybe if we’re lucky,

We will find the words to say…

Written in our love letters of yesterday.

 

I finally re-opened the box,

And I put the letter back.

Through the years of its wonderment,

The letter was intact.

And though this little mystery,

Is with me still today.

I never will regret the choice,

To let the letter, stay…

 

Untold memories of love…

Untold memories of loss…

We live our lives and give our hearts

And in the end, we pay the cost.

Maybe if we’re lucky,

We will find the words to say…

Written in our love letters of yesterday.

Untold memories of love…

Untold memories of loss…

We live our lives and give our hearts

And in the end, we pay the cost.

Maybe if we’re lucky,

We will find the words to say…

Written in our love letters of yesterday.

Fall From Ascension…a dark poem

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FALL FROM ASCENSION

It was a cry of melancholy,

Awash in anguish and despair.

To fall from lofty towers,

Lost ascension, benefactor, heir.

Lowly, now the mortal,

Treading heavily on this plane,

Will know the earthly struggles,

Know the fire and the pain.

Aloft, there in her judgment,

Over others so easily.

Now to bare the will above,

Upon her soulless being.

“Awake, awake, oh demons part,

In slumber, I this place.

And beating, beating, beating heart,

My ears they sense my fate.”

Darkness falls and all around,

A pounding, slapping hand.

As dirt, and rock descend upon

My grave within this land.

Expand Your Vocabulary… curiosity

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EXPAND YOUR VOCABULARY

Surrealistic – characterized by fantastic imagery and incongruous juxtapositions…

Sounds like some of the stuff I write!

Impressionistic – of or relating to or based on an impression rather than on facts or reasoning…

Sounds like today’s news outlets!                  

Incommensurable – lacking a basis of comparison in respect to a quality normally subject to comparison…

Sounds surrealistic!

Doltish – heavy and dull and stupid…

Sounds like (_____)… you fill in the blank!    

Tetchy – easily irritated or annoyed…

Sounds like someone I used to know!

Inimical – not friendly…

Yeah, I know!

The Restless Night…a poem

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THE RESTLESS NIGHT

In the dark they’re sneaking creeping

In the dark they lie in wait

In the dark while you are sleeping,

Subtle sound… you’re now awake

In the darkness eyes are spying

In the darkness setting traps

In the darkness restless lying,

Tick-tick-tick as time unwraps

In the night of stillness falling

In the night of groaning walls

In the night imagination,

Phantoms sweeping down the halls

Just before the sun arises

Just before the break of dawn

Just before the Nox¹ disguises

All is lost…all is gone

 

 

¹Nox – Roman goddess of night; daughter of Erebus.

 

 

 

 

When I die…a short narrative

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WHEN I DIE

When I die, like many others before me, I would like Psalm 23¹ read at my funeral.  However, you must realize that as the fourth line is read over me I will be walking with my Lord.  It is then that I see myself pausing, looking at the still waters, looking back over to God, and smiling even as He, in His omnipotence, smiles, and hands me a rod and reel, telling me, “It’s catch and release.  No need for physical sustenance here.  Stay as long as you like.”  Yeah, I think that’s me.

I can see it now, I’m casting over and over and enjoying the serenity and the wonder of Heaven when I glance around and see Charlie (a.k.a. Dad) walking my way with a big grin on his face.

“Hello, son!”

“Hello, dad!  You look great!  Something is different.  New haircut?”

“No, you knuckleheaded boy… I have my leg back.”

“Oh!  Yeah, I see that now.  I didn’t notice.”  At that, we will both laugh at the obvious joke and embrace after all those years, but time here is different.

Dad, of course, will sit down beside me and begin to fish too as he did so many times before when I was growing up.  Looking across the way I now see my grandma and grandpa working on fishing nets.  Nope!  Nothing has changed.  Another direction I see granny and granddaddy working in the garden.  Same ole same ole… It continues like this for all those who went before me, but each one of them displays a delighted smile of serenity.

So, as you sit there and listen to the preacher delivering words of comfort over my earthly remains remember… I’ll be fishing!

Kev

 

¹ Psalm 23-2: He leads me beside the still waters.

I Am Filial…a poem of sonship

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I AM FILIAL

Mine was born of love devoted,

So deep, profound, uxorious…

Sonship shared by my father to me,

As I to my mine subsequently.

A discernment passed down the lines,

One generation to the next.

Never ending…rife with devotion,

As we strive to be our best.

Oft, we fall short of raw emotion,

Subjugating our desires for theirs.

Soul-filled hope as they carry on,

Through the days, the months, the years.

But lost are those cut short by time,

We struggle for that relation confounded…

Am I only some son-like kin?

Unloved, left behind, unfounded?

Yet, even though the waters have passed,

Sojourned to the open sea.

There is still a love that came from him,

Though he was lost – I find in me.

Savior…a poem of redemtion

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SAVIOR

The ashes are from whence He came,

In ardent and turbulent fervor.

Cast of the very mineral strain,

Terra firma – life blood – preserver.

Insomuch, as we small beings,

Of a world too large and deep,

Could ever comprehend this nascence,

Whilst ours still rest in sleep.

Coventry lost many years ago

In fires of man’s own rage.

Stripped us of civility,

Another book…another page.

Yet here we are traversing roads,

On paths made of our desires.

Innocence lost, into decay,

As arrogance becomes our sire.

But there He is beyond averment,

Still, we cannot see.

The only one to save our world,

From the likes of you and me.