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Poem for the Day

Posted: 23 March 2014

I have travelled down the road of many vices,
I have travelled down the road of fractured dreams,
I have travelled down the roads of lovers leaving,
and I have travelled down those roads enough, it seems.

I have travelled down the highways of injustice,
and travelled on the highways of deceit,
I have travelled down the many roads of doubt,
and traversed too many roads of ' incomplete '.

I have driven on the turnpikes of destruction,
and I have rested on the sides of these at night,
I have travelled down the roads of wrong selection,
and I have known the fear that comes with needless
fright.

I have ventured down the highways of reflection,
and gazed upon the pathways of despair,
I have travelled down the road of self-deception,
and found, that in the end ...
nobody really cares!

In all my aimless travel,
I have found it to be true ...
that no matter what you think you know,
... there always is a different point of view!

Roads
Barry Van Allen

Haiku for a Sunday Morning #14

Posted: 23 March 2014

To visit a place
Is only half the journey.
Places visit you.

Bill Adair

 

Poem for the Day

Posted: 22 March 2014

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Dust If You Must
Rose Milligan

Poem for the Day

Posted: 21 March 2014

I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light;
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love goodbye.

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o'er,
The fly's bass turned to lion's roar;
And even the silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

I Hid My Love
John Clare

Poem for the Day

Posted: 20 March 2014

Ca canny through this weary world
And pick your steps wi care,
And never dae your neebour wrang,
But aye dae what is fair.
Men fa and never rise again
Wha never fell afore,
There's aye a wee bit slippy stane
At ilka body's door.

An' gin your neebour chance to fa
Ye maunna let him lie,
But gie a haun to help him up
As ye are passin by.
Your neebour's case may be your ain,
Though ye hae wealth in store,
There's aye a wee bit slippy stane
At ilka body's door.

There's slippy stanes where'er ye gang
By cottage, hut, or hall.
An ye maun pick your steps wi care
Lest ower them ye may fall.
For emperors and kings hae faen,
Forby there's many a score,
There's aye a wee bit slippy stane
At ilka body's door.

The Slippy Stane
H. Nimmo

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