December.24.2000 @ 11:55am
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins
Waking up on christmas day
Seeing presents under the tree
Thank you santa is what I say
Bringing presents for you and me
That is how you show your love that way
Smiles on peoples faces
The shine in their eyes
On christmas there is love in different places
Seeing decorations up so high
Presents under the tree
They are brought with love
It sends spirits free
Knowing on the roof santa is above
People buy gifts from the heart
Giving and sharing
Christmas is my favorite from the start
Knowing they're people caring
Presents under the tree
Snow outside is falling
Even people give presents to people who can't see
Knowing the presents are calling
Copyright
This old house is alone
Dark and damp
Where there used to be sunshine
Now is gloom
There are a lot of rooms
Plenty of places to hide
But you hear nor see any children
Just the quiet
The walls whisper
In the deep night
Mirrors watch you
Everywhere you go
There used to be laughter
Now only tears
Someone died
Deep inside
This old house
Has been through storms
Hail and snow
Thunder and lightning
Yet came out strong
Has many memories
Of past and future
Just another home
Open the window
Let out the dust
Mop the floors
Let them shine
The spider on the wall
Has been here too long
A beautiful web
She has weaved
But this old house
Needs to let her go
It needs lots of work
People to come and go
Trying to re-create the past piece by piece
Putting on the same music
Talking about the same moments
Drinking the same brand of beer
Same people
Sitting in the same places
Pulling out personalities from back then
But when attempting this impossible trick
Nothing ever feels quite the same
And it’s not
The air is not the air
The memories are memories and not the moments
The music is not fresh but dusty and stale
The people are formed
The places set
Personalities past and shaped
There is always an uneasiness when the trick inevitably fails
A failure on the part of all involved
Unable to conjure preferred past
It happens eveytime
All around the world
In living rooms
In Bars
In Attics
In Basements
At Kitchen Tables
In Backyards
In Fields
Try to hang on
It is slippery
It is a ghost
It is gone
Only to exist in memory
And when memory starts to fade
It will vanish
Like the dodo
The serpentine chain of terraced houses
With their congregation of chimneys
Cloak the hills
Below the City Centre thrives
On tearooms and cafés
With free Wi-Fi and cookies on trays
People live in the cyber world of smart phones
Some pause to drop pennies for songs of praise
Especially those who have nothing more to lose
Life moves at a fast pace
But the past exerts itself
Resists change
Poetry still echoes in the streets
Of Swansea
Verses glow in Brunswick
Or the Uplands Tavern
Poets still meet at the DTC*
They read
To keep the ghost of Dylan alive
And not far
The bay caresses the oyster mouth road
Gently.
Dr Shehzad Latif
*Dylan Thomas Centre
A being sewn with fine broken lace and without any eyes
Worn and torn, thus broken and weathered by years of many lies
Clings onto the forgotten but once noticed shelf just once more
Before the time comes to be shattered by the reality and the floor
I dare not speak of the past and the tunes played
But to mention the emotions that filled up this now empty room ,and warmed the hearts of many, once important but now meaningless
Comes now the cold and wicked air of the fallen and betrayed
She begs me now not to go back,
But I must travel the past once more
The confidence was there but now today I lack
because I fail to recognize when to shut the door
What was now alive is long gone, and dead
As we sing for another day, while someone else loses their head
The unspeakable and unmentionable becomes now our vision
We ignore and feign ignorance to proceed with our own decision
Greed is right behind my shoulders
I say that I must not become like the rest of the world
I try to kill the dark behind me but wait another day once more
I ripped the happiest moments from the book of memories
to hold it dearly, but it blocks my path today as huge boulders
As you try to lock the door
Something whispers faintly but ever so determined to your ear
"Do not dare forget, but do not be sore."
"The present dies, but a future born does not represent fear"
Ever been no where?
I just came from there. You should have gone I had a blast, can't stay long the feeling won't last. You wanna go, let me know, we'll take a trip. Just hang on tight careful not to slip you'll know when we get there, when they ask where you are just simply say no where.
It is arterial, the road
Constructed long ago
At places curving
And at others running
Straight as an arrow
It weaves through fields
Carpeted in shimmering light
Flowing beneath a cerulean sky
As it twists and turns
Like the sulci* and gyri* of my mind
The road is a myriad joy
Musical, scented with lovely memories
Of winding roads,
I befriended as a boy
Every twist and turn, every ascent and descent
Set my hormones raging
Joyfully
I gasp at the surrounding beauty, swirling
Like clouds from my cup of tea
I listen to the chattering brook
Bearing its fleet of twigs and leaves
In the distance, serene the cuckoo sings
And the song, the road and I are one
I see the music, I hear the light
The ensemble of the forest and infinite
Spinning wheels
Homeward bound
The road
Leading me on