Tombstones and Memories

Who will meet me on the…windswept shores
of my past….
memories smoothed to perfection
by the psyche of my mind
over the forgotten passage ….of time…
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Who will meet me?
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Will my childhood friends…meet me
dressed in memories of the past
standing on the slippery shore
teasing the waves….
laughing at the cold ocean spray…
black eyes…bloodied noses
tough we was….
from a game of red rover…gone awry
swords made of broomsticks
cut off javex bottles used for hand guards
lunngers cut to length all ready for
a game of rounders
toy guns whittled from drift wood
elastic band triggers
whistles made out of green alders
all the toys we ever needed
what fun we had
races carelessly through my mind…..
I see my good friend…Larry
standing surrounded by the cold salt water
kissing the brim of his boots
on our very own… Look Out Rock
where we played being fisherman for
hours on end
waiting …impatiently ..
for me to throw him the… painter
so he could guide my dory and locker room
full of lost memories
safely to shore
the whole while our buddy …Perry…
standing patiently on shore
anticipating the fun we would have
waving like a madman in the wind
setting adrift my thoughts
to be lost in the poetry of time
I smile sadly….waving farewell
to my friends of long ago….
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Who will meet me?
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Will my father …meet me
waiting proudly….hands firmly planted
on his hips…facing the winds of time
that everlasting grin of mischief
upon his face
wearing his favourite woolen sweater
imprinted with the memories of my youth
smoking his pipe
as he stands like Captain Ahab
on…Dreamers Hill… awaiting my arrival
on the Combers of my imagination
I want to run and hug him tightly
to hold his hand
feel the unwritten poetry
in the soul of this man
i admire so
No …No…No…
for sons of fisherman dont hug their fadders
they stand like steeds
on the barren cliffs of
Insanity
bravely admiring…never fearing…
respecting
the beauty …serenity…
of an unforgiving sea
yes…God please
that thought would rest my weary
soul for Eternity
as the wind sweeps my blissful
memory away
I will not let the fog
erase it…i shed a tear
say good bye
and run and hug him tightly
with tear filled eyes….
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Who will meet me?
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Will my mother… meet me
when i roll in on the whitecaps
like Caplin on a Moonlit night in June
walking briskly …across the meadow
in her favourite pair of knitted vamps
with a quilt of protection
hand sewned…stained
with rivulet roses of blood
a possesion only a mother could own
in outstretched arms
to protect
and dry my soul from my homeward journey
of wind…rain and misery
holding me tightly …warming me from
the cold of future memories that cling
relentlessly to my mind
protecting my childhood memories
from escaping in the night
The smell of fresh baked molasses bread….
the sweetness of tarts…pies…homemade jams…
invade my thoughts as i hold
firmly to her apron
patted smooth by the loving
hands of passion
waiting for the lost soul
to return
wanting to stay in the safe embrace
of her everlasting love
the future cuts me loose
into the darkness of the night
i cry in agony
not even the unknown of
the fog
will erase these memories
for i will carve them into stone
place them in the subconsious of my mind
and write them into Eternity
I shed a tear and kiss
my Mother good bye…
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Who will meet me?
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Will my sister… meet me
her contagious smile
a laugh that could brighten
the cloudiest sky
her dying words haunt my dreams
to this very day…
“Don’t worry about me my love,look after your little boy,
i will be fine.”
she died the following…day
my tears soak the paper
as i write…late into the night
nothing can take these words away
for there is a beast within the soul
of every man…i have trapped my beast…
hiding it deep in the asylum of my mind
never to be released….Again
i will hide my memory of my
beloved sister
by the light of the Moon
deep within the starlit night
forever in Eternity
for me to ponder
when time doesn’t matter anymore
and my own shadow of death
lingers close to home
awaiting the arrival of my soul
The Pain The Love The Lost
i walk away with a heavy heart
and tear filled eyes…..
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Who will meet me?
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Who will meet me
when i go home
a graveyard of………………………….. Tombstones and Memories…………….

Tombstones and Memories

Rocky Loder

Joined April 2009

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simple man …simple words…simple thoughts…
come home year 2012 in my home town…inspiration….very long story…will only post…for awhile…i thought it was to long…i will leave it up…

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