Through the years

While demons in unearthly rageBellow from their burning stageCurses on them above“Let Lucifer take you below”Saddened by some desireWe fall, but not on fireHeaven help the fallen manHere I am, I fall where I standListen demons of the mistI mock you with hand and fistCome take your bounty fireI wait for you across the mireHordes…

The gates enfold of sadnessfor a lost friend.Hear the mighty trumpets blowits last cord of silencebefore the clouded darknesssurround the black.Through the years that were shortcompared with the final infinitythere were joysbeyond the reaches knownand sadness to whom know have gone.Home was just a bedwhere freedom died,though our course wasn’t straight,neither was it crooked,but friends…

and all around mewere poets from many lands.We sat in a circle each of us holding another’s hand.We talked about our writing,we talked about our lives,and we talked about our families,our husbands and our wives.There was no strife between usas we were all friends.Each had a smile upon their faceas we sat there holding hands.Then…

David Harris – 13 September 2009There stands the ragged troubadourdusty guitar in his handsserenading the crowdgathering around the hot dog van.He persists between the jeers, yellsand insults thrown at him.Then he tried to pass the plateonly to have it tossed back again.Next he tried the cinema queuethe taxman had hit them hard;serenading wasn’t easyto a…

or does it keep growing forever?Watching two lovers throw pebblesinto a pond to watch the ripples grow.Do they hope their lovewill expand like the ripplesaround any obstacles that may occur?Will their love for one anotherwill grow no matter whatever they may encounter?Love is turbulent thingwith its current running unabatedand its ripples occurringwhen you least expect…

but there are others who remainyoung at heart and foolish free.They feel they could run for miles,and then their lumbago stirsand leaves them reachingfor their old walking cane once more.Other feel they are sixteen again,forgetting age slows us upand our feet cannot move as fastand they keep tripping us up.Oh, young at heart and foolish…