Category: Poetry

Because I Feel I’ve got to Move……..

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‘Cause I feel I’ve got to move

Though I’m going, going
I’ll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light

Pack my bag and let’s get moving
‘Cause I’m bound to drift a while

Though I’m gone, gone
You don’t have to worry, no
Long as I can see the light

Guess I’ve got that old traveling bone

‘Cause this feeling won’t leave me alone

But I won’t, won’t

Be losing my way, no, no
Long as I can see the light

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah

Put a candle in the window

‘Cause I feel I’ve got to move
Though I’m going, going
I’ll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light

Long as I can see the light

Long as I can see the light

Long as I can see the light
Long as I can see the light

 

Evening Cloud

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I will build a monastery

With my evening’s longings

In the single white cloud

Drifting far above the distant peaks and

This place deep in the shadows

 

And I will pray

Alone in my monk’s tower

That you and I may see tomorrow

That other visitor from afar.

 

The Backstreet

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Wandering the backstreet of time

Nameless

No end, no beginning,

You can hear the echoes

Of the past, the conquerors come and gone,

The plagues, the wars, the famines,  

The cries of laughter, the tears of sorrow,

The prayers and confessions,

The good times and the bad.   

 

You can see the people, the generations of them,

Crammed into small apartments

Living their hopes, their dreams, their desperation,

Their resignation, their struggles

As the years, the centuries, pass.

 

In that narrow street

Where light and shadow pattern the walls

All is silence

Only my footsteps to be heard

Until they too reach the journey’s end.

In You, the Sea

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In you, the sea

Horizon of blue waves dancing

In white hats.

 

In your breathes

A gentle afternoon breeze

Filling canvas sails and cotton dresses

 

In your arms

The safety of the shell

Seaside cave

 

Sounds of the eternal shore.

 

Autumn Days

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The leaves changing colour, falling.

The trees soon to become skeletons, naked, silent.

Cool winds, short days. 

The sun, like candle light, casting long shadows; 

The feeling of life changing, time ticking away

On our lives. This time together

Precious. 

Winter on the way and in the nights, creeping in the darkness

The kiss of silence, eternal.