Psimon Posted July 25, 2003 Report Share Posted July 25, 2003 All works © Psimon July 2003 Imagine the time ********************** I have often pondered the life I might have led had I been born then. Some forty years before I was. Hard times - dark times. No hint yet of the dawn of hope. I, a child of the sixties, wishing and wondering. Dreaming, pondering days when, as a man, I might have been sent to fight, to bleed, to die for King and country. Would I have been a hero? A hill-taker. A ball-breaker. A slayer of men - the Enemy. Who is the Enemy? Whomever my superiors tell me is the enemy! Kill him? Sir, yes, SIR! Bang, bang, you're dead. Now lie down and die, you filthy SOB! No, don't cry. Face your death like a man... Even if you are just a boy. Would I have been a coward? Run rabbit. As fast and as far as you can. Don't stop! They'll get you if you do. Run. Run. Can't face the enemy. Can't face my family. Won't face what I have become - a runaway child in a world of madmen. Would I have been an everyman? Nondescript, unremarkable, unremarked. Passing grey and muted through the age. Having done my bit for the effort but no more, walking home in siren dark. Home. A small cottage in the country? Perhaps a cold brick coffin waiting to be buried under the next V-one to find its random mark. Lasting love ****************** No, this mustn't be wrong, cause it just feels so right. But they say that I can't hold and love you tonight. Yes, they scream and they shout, and try to break us apart. But I cannot deny the love I feel in my heart. Oh, please take me away, to a place all our own, where our hearts can be free and our love can be shown. Every moment I long to feel your body with mine, hear you moaning my name and taste your lips so divine. I feel your hands touching me, the heat within floods my mind so clouding visions of you as our limbs are entwined. A girl should love as she would and not be chained to the past. So I'll go now with you and make a love that will last. Consider ************* What lasting love should bring to mind; a vision of a happy time. The dreams of softly falling snow, a red-flushed cheek not turned to go. A hand, a touch, that lingers still. The voice of one who bears no ill, though not for lack of reason. To ears that wait upon the words that tumble like the fledgling birds from lips, the nest from whence they fall. Consider these and ponder all the gifts of love bestowed on one who dares not look upon a sun that has not touched the season. For what is wisdom denied air 'cept empty tomb and vacant stare. A pointless life that runs the course only to find there is no horse beneath it's seat and so must end a waste of breath none can defend, and none forgive such treason. Yes, listen well and call to mind the lessons learned, not left behind. These words will see you on your way to love and health without decay. O' lasting love, that costly gem that slips through hands of callous men, will take root in your heart. This is not a drill *********************** This is not a drill. Repeat. This is not a drill. Please ensure your tray table is securely stowed and your chair is in the upright and locked position. Please extinguish all smoking materials as you will observe the 'No Smoking' sign is currently illuminated and smoking may kill you anyway. As we descend, a mask will fall from a small compartment above your head. There we go. Now, please remain calm. Take the mask in your hand like so, and place over your face... like so. Pull the straps located at the sides of your head so the mask fits snuggly. You will need to wear this mask for the remainder of your life. No young man, that's too tight. See? You have cut yourself on the edge of the mask. Please don't worry about the blood stains. We all have much more to worry about than a few drops of blood. One moment please. We have an announcement from the Captain... Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We are approaching Real Life at near terminal velocity and will be impacting shortly. The weather is a little rough at times, though I'm sure you're all used to that having just survived The High School Express. We hope you enjoyed your first and only flight with Puberty Airways. Have a nice day! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted July 25, 2003 Report Share Posted July 25, 2003 Of this set i like "Concider" best it . first poem in a long time i have read aloud to hear the rythm. I figure you ment to do this but the very last word to me just doesn't seem right. I will one day be the very proud owner of your first book of poetry *hugs* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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