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waves of peace

flow gently over me

and fill me

ground to dust

then born anew

life glistens

©2016janetaylor
When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass

When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When darkness invades my abode
And there is not even a ray of light inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When my burdens weigh heavier than I can bear
And when no one around seems to care
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When those I love and trust let me down
And look upon me with scorn and frown
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When misfortunes flow in torrent
And am caught in the eddying current
I tell myself
This too shall pass

      When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!

Love will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite


‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words resonate in my ears
My mother didn't have a television
nobody did
because their weren't any
until someone had a vision

to bring radio to life

radio singers and soap opera players
circus acts
and vaudeville comedians

all came together in one box

After that there was only one
thing left to do
and that was

go to the moon
There are good days
And there are bad days

There is light
And there is dark

There is despair
And there is hope

Somehow
There is always hope

To build life around hope
No matter how or why
Is truly courageous

If we can believe in the darkness
We should also believe in the light

Sometimes you just have to take a step forward
Off the precipice
Into the unknown

A lone swan
Will fly across the sky
Searching for its lover

We should fly
Across the skies of our lives
Searching
For happiness
6th June 2016
I've heard a choo choo like sound before
But there aren't no ferries or trains for miles
The monster under my bed has said
Its not a choo, but a chew instead
To befriend such a thing I wonder
Only the devil can be the cause

I whisper a prayer and suddenly pause
I thought I heard a little noise
Something crept behind my toys
I peep through my squinted eyes
For a moment see a dark shadow pose
Behind the curtain with a red nose
Oh Crusty man I've done my chores
Please let me be and haunt other boys.
I say in plight to save my skin

The sound of death and sadness looms
engulfs my room and all within
I pass out as I cannot breath
To wake up early morning soaked in red
The dog had made a mess all night
Stealthily assaulted me alright
Paint all over my bed and tights.
Yes I've always known
clowns are not that bright
Years later
muffled like new snowfall
this ash
permeating teeth and skin.

Back then, I was still naive enough to trust
Old Jimmy when he offered to fly me
over the blast zone in his beat-up Cessna
the words Scenic Tours peeling off its purple tail.

His latent appetite would later manifest  
on the ride home in his musty Cadillac
the passenger door dented shut
preventing an easy exit.

That day
gray extended
as far as eyes could see
denuded trunks laid to rest
in perfect unison

we flew
for miles and miles
over nothing living

just ash
permeating teeth and skin
fallen matchsticks
and men.
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