More poems past
More poems from long ago, moving and tidying ,I come across pictures and poems and letters from the past, blow off the dust have a read and see if they deserve the light
of day. I take a chance and share this selection with you from a time when I was young and less experience than today, But reading through them gives me a perspective of who I was then. I hope some people will get some pleasure of me sharing these works with you. Paul
Words to the wind
Go my friend tell it to the wind
So what you have to say
Will be blown into the ears of many
The largest audience that will ever hear
Words you feel you have to exclaim
The walk slowly back indoors, feel fullfilled
For your words will be heard worldwide
As long the wind blows.
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Spiritual
Mother of life where are you
sitting here wrapped in my own thoughts
I ask you again mother of life where are you
I am within you son of earth, as I am within all creatures
within all plants and materia,within the core of the earth itself
Mother of life I cannot see you although my eyes are open wide
Mother of life I can t see you
I am in your eyes son of earth as I am within your brain
to see me you must see yourself, see yourself hanging in a thread
you must concentrate my son
Sitting here I concentrate with all my might
I see you mother of life like through a haze in the night
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Fears and Tears
Once there was a mare, that wandered the whole day long
She was looking for a mate
Then night fell upon the mare
The mare fell upon a lively girl
She had a nightmare
The mare had found her mate in the night
Settling down in the girls mind
concieving their child fright
Dawn came and the girl awoke
The night and the mare left the girls mind
taking with them their child fright
Wandering through the day, waiting for their next prey
In and out of minds all the time
With all their might
Feeding their newborn Fright
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Jealousy
I could have spat at them
They showed me so much contempt
I saw them speaking together
Phrases, sentences
But I couldn’t hear a word
I saw that they kissed each other
But I didn’t see their lips touching
They didn’t see me
As I was hiding
I could have spat at them
For the contempt they showed me
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Poor Mother
There wasn’t terror in her little eyes
But the daughter knew how to terrorize her poor mother
Incessant demands, always pulling her skirts
putting sticky fingers in her newly washed hair
The poor mother wished now and then that she wasn’t there
But back in her youth
Travelling in Europe, the world
Painting, drawing,dancing, flirting
Learning the meaning of life, a life full of experiences
So she in later years could recall the life she had led
She married young and soon her dreams they were smashed
Children came and she was bound
Her dreams didn’t get off the ground
Poor pet, but somehow I think
That she had an inkling of hope yet
There wasn’t terror in her little eyes
But the daughter knew how to terrorize her poor mother
Poor mother
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original poetry by Paul S. Dixon
tkrosevear
The first one grabbed me right off the bat Paul…knew we were related, now I know it is through the WIND… Thank you for sharing the beauty of your words – past, present and future…;)
Paul Stephen ... replied
hehe thks for taking the time to read tk good on you Paul :))))
Mary Campbell
We poets do tend to accumulate things. I find it fun to go back an read it and wonder who I was the day I wrote something… Moved recently and had boxes of poems.. All on little pieces of paper someday I’ll have to get them organized I hope! good to see someone who is working on that too. :0)
Paul Stephen ... replied
Yeah everything takes time , I use the small hours. Paul :))