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Céadsearc's Poetic Attempts
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[Nov. 4th, 2004|08:06 pm] |
A day.
Just another day.
An endless wait.
Day in and day out
I'm waiting.
Waiting for Godot.
Godot never comes.
Waiting.
I am waiting.
An empty feeling
shall be banished
when it comes.
It? What?
I know not.
Just be
patient
and it shall come.
So I wait.
Day in and day out.
Just another day.
A day. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2004|05:26 pm] |
Set Me Free
...cause I wanna fly.
...cause my wings are broken.
Only you can mend them.
Set me free.
Winter is nigh.
To warm places I need to fly.
Set me free.
My heart is in chains.
Just waiting here for a change.
Any change.
Set me free.
I am bound.
Set me free.
I need to fly. |
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| Fragile |
[Aug. 15th, 2004|02:06 pm] |
Soapy water turned bubbles
Pop pop pop
One by one
Soon all gone
The glassblower's art
One loud crash
It turned into junk
And my heart
Sturdy muscle
Broken, mended
Fragile like life |
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| Butterflies and spring |
[Jul. 27th, 2004|07:06 pm] |
A whirl of colours
Such delicate and yet strong
Bringing spring into the world
One by one they're lined up
Nature's fine artwork on pins
Preserved for collectors
Young explorers in
The Museum of Nature
In the lil shop
they are sold;
nifty gifts:
A little box
and inside
A butterfly on a spring! |
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[Jan. 16th, 2004|01:49 pm] |
You are so close but you let me sit
Alone in a corner.
You don't talk to me
I am just a burden.
You don't need me any more
Maybe you never did
And now I'm thrown away
Rejected
Left alone.
You don't tell me anything...
Not like it used to be,
Us sitting on a couch
sharing our secrets...
sharing our lives.
It is all the past
we have no future
You give me no chance.
I grew to love you
Only to lose you.
You turn me away. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2004|01:49 pm] |
Dusk is here
All is quiet
A lonely fiddle crying in the night
Its sad song lying through the dark
Dark, lonesome, scary night
Wings unseen
Sounds unheard
Silent music of my heart
With eye closed and heart open
The music finds me, I am chosen
To hear the lonely song tonight
To lift my sad soul up on high
To teach my ears to hear again
To teach my heart to feel again
To mend the broken--broken wings
To heal my body and give me peace
The music stops
All is well
All is quiet
And the night moves on with silky smells
I am healed
I am whole
i am me
Once again |
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| The Artist |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
The Artist
some random thoughts for Michael
The Canvas and the Eyes
The Paint and the Hand
Make him a Creator --
A Creator of Worlds Unknown,
A Universe Yet Unseen
Unfolds on his Canvas.
Flowers grow on Paper
A Smile captured forever
that stranger lives through eternity
Thanks to him, the Artist.
The Artist Sees what I can't see
He shows the world its very best
He paints the truth the People seek
and draws the horror of the Dark
Friends and Lovers are eternal
Through the Pencil of the Artist
Pets and strangers, Friends and Lovers
They will forever in Art live....
I wish... I hope.... one day I'll deserve that. |
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| My Counselor |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
My Counselor
You found me.
You found me on a sleepless night
A night spent staring at a screen
Praying for relief
Relief you brought me.
You were a stranger that felt my pain
You became a friend helping me
Through sunshine and puring rain
You have been with me
You found me.
You found me and stayed with me
Listened to me,
Counseled me
In times of great need
You were honest with me.
You've been with me
Yet we've never met
You've helped me fight
yet we've never
Thank you.
You are my Counselor,
my Keeper,
my Friend |
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[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
So Far But So Close
A few thoughts for Chris Ricci and Tim Lauer
So far but so close
Sometimes I think you are here
Sometimes I feel your hug
Sometimes your voice I can hear
So far but so close
On another continent
6 time zones away
But I feel your cool breath
On my feverish forehead
So far but so close
Our spirits touched
Something connected
Thank you for being my friend |
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| The Teenage Poet |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
The Teenage Poet
For Brandon Fisher
Young and intelligent,
Fresh and innocent
The teenage poet conquering the world
His world hurts
It is painful--
The growing pains
that make him an adult
But behind the pain is the light
That radiates from him
And shows a path
The path that takes him to the stars
To feel the sun, to feel the rain
that carries him home
to the depths of his soul.
The teenage poet at the computer
Is looking at the keyboard,
Thoughts and "U there?"s
living his life
growing up.
Way too fast. |
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| The eyes of the Poet--random thoughts |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
The eyes of the Poet--random thoughts
Blue or brown, green or hazel
They are the eyes of a poet
sad or full of sparkles,
maybe tears or laughter
they see the world different
they see what matters to the soul and heart
they make me see things as they are
it is thru the eyes of the poet i see the world in its beauty
and in its painful state
the love, the fight, the peace, the hate
I look at your photo and i see your eyes
(how i wish you were here)
i see the eyes of a poet |
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| random thoughts for johnny |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
random thoughts for johnny
open your eyes and see he is there
just waiting for you to appear
he is ready to meet you love you take you
he is waiting for you to love him
to meet him, love him, take him
each day brings a new sunrise
each evening a sunset
use them wise and love
put in it your whole heart |
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| The Gift |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:16 am] |
The Gift
Today you gave me the greatest gift
Today you gave me the cloudy sky
You took the effort to me it bring
To see the sun in my happy eyes
You gave me the sky,
The freedom to see
The chance to smell
The hope to fly
The Sun was peeking from the clouds
Greeting me, a man of doubts |
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[Dec. 11th, 2003|08:11 pm] |
Panting
Fighting for air
The pain comes and eats me up
Engulfs me, devours me
Numbs me, blinds me
Deafens me, kills me.
Gasping
Whimpering
Twisting and turning
Screaming and shouting
Give me peace
Veins on fire
Bones are splitting
Blood is running
Is there relief?
MS Contin
God-sent helper
I'm the slave
The med the master. |
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| Holding his hand |
[Sep. 9th, 2003|01:20 pm] |
Holding his hand
Holding his tiny hands
Soft and silky
Baby blue eyes and a toothless smile
Soft giggles and baby cries
Holding him close, inhaling his scent
Having a son, being a father
Teaching him all that I ever learnt
To pitch a ball, to do his maths
To fish and hike and pitch a tent
Dryin up tears and badaging cuts
Staying up late and.....
what am i thinking i dont know anything |
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| Feeling the wind on my face |
[Sep. 9th, 2003|01:19 pm] |
Feeling the wind on my face
Feeling the wind on my skin
The raindrops beating against my face
My wet hair on my forehead
Blood pulsing in my veins
The rhythm of my steps
Across puddles
Breathe in, breathe out
Just the road and me
Just me and the road
We are one
Blood rushing thru my veins
Beating in my ears
Only the miles and me
Only me and the miles
No competition
It's a race against myself
Running in the rain |
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| The lonely morning |
[Sep. 9th, 2003|01:18 pm] |
The lonely morning
I wake up and you are not with me
I reach for you but you are not there
I want to touch you, kiss you, feel you
But I can't.
You are away.
I miss you.
Please come back to me.
I can feel the Sun has risen
and i miss your soft little kisses.
it is a lonely morning without you.
You are not waking me up.
You are not here to smile.
It is only me....
Please come back to me. |
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| My Reflection |
[Sep. 9th, 2003|12:56 pm] |
In the mirror I see
Eyes that are blue as the sea
I also see, and you can, too
Dimples on my cheeks--one or two.
Hair that should be there
Flaming, silky red
Buall all I see is a very bald head
One big head, eyes and nose,
Too long limbs: like a garden hose
Ears so big I can't believe
With this picture now I shall leave. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2003|12:51 pm] |
I shall not regret
nor forget
That once I loved
had a passionate life
I shall not regret
nor forget
That I can love
and learn to live |
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