Mist

Mists of Time

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Light and Dark

“I had a child just like you”

She said to me that day

Waiting in the hospital

On my knees to pray

She didn't know who I was

Her mind just couldn't see

That I knew who she talked about

The child was truly me.

 

We'd had this converse once before

And many before that

The degradation of her mind

Was obvious, as she sat

And prattled on about her son

How happy he will be

With her family when she comes home

And I had to agree

 

She never found her memories

Or recognized my face

After everything she went through

She's in a better place

Where memories last forever

And can't be lost to time

Where human bodies don't break down

Always in their prime

 

Many years have come and gone

I can't recall them all

It's not like I haven't tried

But the thoughts just have a pall

I try to stare back to the past

Peer directly through the grime

Just like a fog covered my eyes

It's hard to see through mists of time

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First Smoke, Then Mirrors

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Seapoems

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Mist as incense rises

before the dawning sun,

each wave aglow

with his light

 

As slowly the sun

ascends higher,

every tidal pool

inlet and bay

all creeks and streams

image his face of fire.

-saiom shriver-

 

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Mist (day 1)

The truth stands on end

in this clouded valley at dawn

 

Our steps echo on the winding path
Search our way into the mist and sun

 

The voice of the marshes
shudders, we move as one

 

And as the world awakens to our footprints
We whisper how far we’ve come

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/10/16

Mist

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tags:

cupid's arrow removed, she has changed, neptunian mist, lingua franca

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Poem Strings

 

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4 POEMS
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-saiom shriver-
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CUPID'S ARROW REMOVED
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God can remove
painlessly any unwanted
Cupid's
arrow,
no matter
how deeply it
penetrates
the bone marrow

 

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Footnote:
Why does the dead ball
moon, shining with stolen
light, have more powerful
on earth than the infinitely
larger self luminescent stars?
Proximity.
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SHE HAS CHANGED
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He hasn't changed, but
she has... her soul
has unfolded to the point
she can now see how
beautiful is his aura.
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LINGUA FRANCA
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A lingua franca
is one of many forms
of linga,
for speech is a bridge
between thought
and manifestation.
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NEPTUNIAN MIST
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Neptune's mist
veils earth reality,
winging it to higher
frequencies.

Neptune confers
rose colored glasses,
for the higher anyone
goes, the more he
sees the diviine in all.


 

 

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Posionous Mist

It must be nice to be so loved,

So powerful,

So whatever you are,

That after a year you still have that hold

On thoughts,

On emotions.

You are like a poison slipped into the blood,

Recycled through arteries and veins,

Through the heart,

From the brain

To the toes.

While I am just mist,

There to pass through,

See through,

So easy to ignore

After sensing me for but a moment.

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Weather

When you wake up do you think of the weather

Whether or not it is raining or snowing

Whether or not it is sunny or foggy

When you wake up do you think of the weather

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I WISH I COULD RELIVE THIS WONDERFUL LIFE AGAIN!

 

 

I WISH I COULD RELIVE THIS WONDERFUL LIFE AGAIN!

 

You never know, what I am up to,

‘Quiet a life’ I never dare to!

‘Quite a life’ I just rare to! and

Quite exciting it got to be!

 

A life so exciting, is worth a try,

To make it so precious is exhilarating in it!

Nature is my teacher, where no one is my master!

Leave me alone, let me learn myself!

Even if I were to fall, let me fall myself!

 

I love the weather, that’s so chilly,

Just the ‘Day’ that’s so foggy,

Hei! I like the mist that hangs around;

That kisses my window and smears the pane!

 

I love to be aloof, sitting by the window;

Peering through and looking at the lane;

I wanna wait and wait for my ‘Misty Dame’;

It blurs my sight and obstructs my view,

It frosts me whole; I never wanna wipe it!

But a swipe that makes it just hazy!

If only I could wrap it, I would wrap it and keep it for life!

‘Coz, that’s the one that seduces me to core!

 

I long to enjoy, the excitement of life,

I never gonna miss, the mist-wrapped gifts!

And my misty-dame with a mist wrapped face!

Oh! There she comes with an angelic face!

I wanna go; go out in the open,

And love to get drenched, when I venture out!

 

Hei! The chillness in the air induces my feelings!

I’m quite excited to be with her,

I rare to keep myself warm by holding her electrifying arms!

Hei!  That’s quite exciting! Quite a thing to do!

I wanna bury myself in the warmth of her breath!

And wanna be just ‘One Body and Soul’!

I never gonna miss her, even if I were to miss my life!

 

‘Quiet a life’ I never dare to;

‘Quite a love’ I just rare to;

I never gonna miss her; as

It’s an everlasting life in herself!

‘I WISH I COULD RELIVE THIS WONDERFUL LIFE AGAIN!’

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The writer considers nature as his master.  He wants to learn everything from nature.  He likes the chilly weather, mist, misty dame, mist-wrapped gift and everlasting life. Most of all he prefers to be with his misty dame. Hence he says, " I wish, I could relive this wonderful life again".

From Beneath the Mist

Thunder maw
and shaking hands.
sheltered branches
and moonlit night
over mid-night strolls.

Sky-ward howl;
the mist pulls in
and dark strikes out.

Beneath silver entity,
the blush drains out
upon the leaves,
beneath the mist.

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