Collective poems 2009

Derivative work

From “The Flowering Age of Grace, Peace and Mercy”



BY: “Ballyvalleygirl”






Collective Poetry, ‘Derivative work

From: “The Flowering Age of Grace, Peace and Mercy”



BY: “Ballyvalleygirl”




Thank you!

Thank you! I now move toward goals set out so long ago by someone who is me and knows me, but forgets herself! I am no pebble on the beach. Thank you for invading my dreams, flooding my ears with song, you serenade my soul. You reach me in the depths of my mind, this just because I ever knew you. Truly, I love you. Do you not see intellect arise from this blonde head? ‘A life arisen from the dead? I cringe at the clarity of so much of this insanity by the by. Do you hide from your many destinies?

No longer you and I, just I and He

You may have broken my spirit, this is true and you deserve to hear it; take it to your grave that you deceived the naive. Man is but man ‘though he received God, he remains a demagogue. I forgive as I am forgiven. driven by the force of heaven; neither man nor beast tears him from me. I just have to remember that I am clumsy. TO have gone would have been death too early, staying: Fate, “my small share…”I truly would have gone to death alone, this is underserved, no my friends will rejoice when He calls me home, because my place has been reserved

Living in Dreams

Only when you come here with your smile as your gift will I welcome you again. Do not shed any tears when I tell you you are now free from me.

I intend to have you back again, in my arms to be my friend.

You must go now to be happy and gather your thoughts. Do not drams of me in, in my heart you really are alive.

I will sleep as you go, and when I “awake” you will be that you are, what you wanted, happy and different but not dissident or resistant o a love that loves you without restraint.




If and When

If you want to be a rock n roll star, you can start right where you are.

If you want to be president, you’re going to have to be a resident.

If you want to be popular, be yourself, it’s evident.
When you can see darkness, only hold onto a tree, there is no I win we there.

You have arrived at sea, your sails are up, and you can race anyone.


A free agent

A free agent is:
On who acts on his own behalf? He takes risks, makes decisions w/and for an iron fist. A look in his eye is risk alone. All this from someone who insists, “I knew.”

So did you learn from the movies, or the funnies, this can’t be true. Julliard wouldn’t accept someone like you. Friends are one’s we can count on, I can count, I’m not one, but that shouldn’t matter.

Question:

Why so9 much work with the gray matter to disappear into the Diaspora? Another, are you my father’s long lost son, or the son’s henchmen?

Just the one he never named? Who is angry at my name? What have inherited that you disdain. Hermes, depart from me, I never knew you.






Ups and Downs

From the start I’ve been on the mend from what happened when. However long this story is told, while were young and while were old, we should not boast, but instead offer inspiration of what seems to easy by sight, but is the work of the faithful beyond measure, and which are sorrow’s ruin. Our sorrows full or empty, does tomorrow have plenty? Happiness is hard-wrought and cannot be sold to us. We work smarter, not harder, to live and work another day whilst smiling all the way.

The ups and downs, the turn around…

From the start, Turn my tears to joy, and tell me I am not a toy. Tell me you love me so, or let me go. However long this story is told, while were young and while we are old, we should not boast but instead off inspiration of what seem so easy by sight but is the work of the faithful, beyond measure, and which is sorrow ruin. Our sorrows full or empty, does tomorrow have plenty? Happiness is hard-wrought and cannot be sold to us. We work smarter, not harder, to live and work another day, whilst smiling all the way.

The Rebel is back!

I know forever is very far from tonight, my years, and my plight.
I’m barking like a dog for your reproof; I fight for what is right. You’re so close, but I couldn’t stand the distance. I m not giving you away, I’m just having my say. Hold me dear! Hold me dear! He lurks I fear! On you can I depend, my heart to you may I send? This I ask for it is a task a lover asks one to the other. Had you never asked nor said, never would I have wished our love were dead.








The Crux of it!

The bonfire blazed. Those were the warm October days. We passed though, just me and you. Before you I had cried rivers and streams and oceans over an undeserving scamp. There was no comfort for me, just miseries, and the rascal’s memories.

The answer is here, but my heart is too filled with fear so that I cannot hear. Smile toward me, invite me to intimacy. Show me you care, and tell you you’ll always be there. They said you had a romance with a girl who dies the belly dance. You are charming, so disarming, so three-alarm-fire alarming. I ran and saw you everywhere. Everywhere I went people said what you did; no matter how I ran, nor how I hid. We want to breathe and believe.

Seventeen

A virtual stranger to the street, not knowing he could easily be trampled under fee, seventeen.

This “Ocean” could drown him, ‘cause he cant “swim” but that’s just him. There is a specific gravity that reaches us reality, and that there is much more to see in the expanse of reality.

There’s so much more we uncover, serendipity, seventeen. Too much can redeem us at seventeen. The word’s of the keen, and the waking from this dream, seventeen. How does he say what he does with a straight face? He’s got his rocket in his pocket like a tiny toon , walking around like the man on the moon…seventeen.

Our Eyes meet

I’ve been watching you, and you’ve been watching me. You can take me to the movies, or to a show, or some other place to go, but wherever you take me, get me home before dark. You have taken me to a new place to bury my sorrow and disgrace.

At last, love, laughter, and listening make perfection of affection. At last, long listening lasses are not making asses of themselves while having their say on the condition of their day.

My Star

You are my star and Ill never go far. My sun, my moon, my earth and sky, the reason I live, the reason I die!

Ill always be around wherever you are. You’ve shown me a life complete, love so sweet, and a warm place off the street

You have taken me to a new place to bury my sorrow and disgrace. It is your love that lights up my face.

Love is a promise…a message from GOD

It may take an entire lifetime for most to learn that there are loves and then there are other friends whom stay far beyond the reaches of youth, earthly beauty and this lifetime. They awaken each other to all life has to offer. They offer constancy, goodness, fruitfulness and peace. Seek the beauty within first, but do not be blind to what I have made, be it comeliness or intellect or both.

Hinder me not on snow so white

Hinder me not on snow so white.
Shine down upon me oh sun and save me.

‘Though tired and confused, we must prevail. We must be a-trodden down the tail which was set out for us so long ago in a spirit anticipating triumph and filled with fury.



Gladly I welcome you!

Inlov3e is where we belong…you in my tree, smiling at me. There is so much of me you do not see, yet how much more I want to invite you and feed you the moon. There are barriers to love, the loves that end are not based on being a friend; instead they are based on a means to an end. True to you, stunned by eyes of blue, you are someone I admire, even when you walk in the m ire. There is so much to see in this world of ours clandestine but not forever foreboding. This is a love without chores. This is a love that overcomes the past. You deserve to b e adored day by day more and more. It’s a smile at every turn. Its Christmas daily; Hanukah every night. It’s the light The Lord keeps bringing, a free gift, you wont be returning. With great trembling and shaking, wont of no desire, we’re never consumer, only warmed, by the fire.

Believe

Believe in me, not all you see.
Believe what I say is true, believing I love you.

Believe who I am,
Believe where I stand, believing it’s all or it’s not

Believe there are not masters.
Believe you and I are free, believing in possibility.

Believe sooner, no later.
Believe to witness is to receive, believing never give up, never stop.

Believe what is out of hand.
Believe we are not deceived, believing we are not deceived

Believing expound the virtues of The One: Truth and faithfulness.





At last, Athena loves Hermes…

The world has been overcome!
She has arrived and he has fallen out of the sky. One was made for the other. We agree it is in love where we must be. We know the ingredients for friendship, a firmament, a foundation and merriment while being our strength against discontent.

We should never boast, but instead offer inspiration of what seems too easy by sight, but is the work of the faithful and sorrow’s ruin.

At Last

Before noon, in times of gloom, tell me we are not to doom! Behind a shadow I saw you hiding, and came to you with many a good tiding, but under the moon, did I hold you too soon? At last long listening lasses are not making asses of themselves while having their say on the condition of their day so do you laugh in the face of fate with your eyes of stone? Tell me can you come out and play? There’s so much more to behold. Don’t be held back. Admit what yo0u are and what you lack. Love, laughter and listening make perfection of affection, and bring joy and faith! These are the ingredients for friendship, a firmament. A foundation and merriment while being our strength against discontent. Kill the rodent, pat the baby, for soon and once you’re an old lady. Put simple, live to love, and love to live; learn to forgive.

Ancestors in tow.

Considering yourself always on “Standby” to a flight to heaven, to the throne God, you must live each day as if it were your last to the best of your ability. Cherish each other, all, because there are no disposable persons. Always in your life be a s a small child, curious and inquisitive, speculative, hopeful, but never combative, cruel or mischievous.



Above all, cast way any arrogance, no matter your learning or experience; conceit is treachery and a pathway beyond hubris, and eventually, your own early demise. Do not come to me too soon, because of your own folly. Instead, come when I am ready, when all I sent you out for is accomplished. Walk with all your ancestors in tow.

A sense of purpose, good sense, goodness

Leave your purpose to me, and just Come back complete, an angel of heaven, equipped with all the needs to overcome the darkness of the world of man; you will age, and return to me whiter you choose to or not. In the end, even if you have denied and defied me in life, you will come back as either my child or my adversary. Remember that the head is the portal of the soul; do not defile either.













Note: Somewhere in our years of education and due to the tireless devotion of academics, parents and society there is an epiphany, a sudden deluge, an adept competence that is due those who labor so hard and so long on us.


For instance: The following is my Meager and novice attempt in
Reactions to “Blake’s Poetic Sketches:

TO SUMMER.
Our stallions thrust forward beyond youth and the force of nature. Unbridled vigor through our time fierce and bountiful composition: youth. Faith holding with both hands, strides of strength joy-perfuse we know it is our time to live fully.
We can be taken to the place where Heaven and Earth meet following the Voice of Heaven. Listen, listen carefully the songs that nature sings to thee. Live, Live! Dive on in to streams of luxuriant pleasure and still lives lived. Song and liturgy, advice and melody, picturesque circumstances be.
With all beauty flourishing, fame foreboding and songs of glee, we hear if we listen to the tales of these: Life, love and liberty.






TO AUTUMN.
‘End of summer, ‘midst of life, decay of beauty and vanities’ strife. We rest now ‘though half way through enjoying the view. Old familiar songs break through and their dance the debutant of new. Awash in nature’s thriving beauty are the last of the blossoms of the day, our booty you might say... Oh day or eve! Adam or Eve! Endowed with first fruits, joy and wellbeing. She is a goddess to Adam and he to the season reins in the sights, the smells and festivities. The energy of the time as it passes impresses us with magnanimous scenery, literal and figuratively. The next generation will likely despise thee

TO WINTER.
We make the call to the “King of all” our usher of winter and nature’s mystifying plan, I stand a mere man. Oh death! O giver of Life, Our King,

Don’t let me pass ‘till spring! Don’t let me become still yet, for I am weary in the darkness, would you deliver me yet?
You rule, adamant, you’re Glory Pure, and I? I am not sure….Oh, sweet chariot, ridding in the skies, come for me another time, when I look Him in those eyes. Those who think they cry in vain, have much to learn and much to disdain. Let your warmth and mercy be, don’t let me be a victim to nature’s mystery. How fragile, temporal and insignificant are we. Such monster of the elements nature’s way will be, but it is under divine sovereignty.
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TO THE EVENING STAR.
How beautiful our evening prayer? The last of day’s love not despair. Pray He love our loves under his radiant glow. Governing over all we see and cannot see, you draw and end the day all within your light and dusk tomorrow begin providing providence within. Enjoy the basking of these his creations old and new.
TO MORNING.
Pristine and unawakened are we, at such time as our maturity.
Footsteps of our ancestors, breaking ground, a gift from heaven our time renowned, much haste. Down comes night up goes daybreak. Like an army of bountiful players, we father our days.
We move, we play and we rejoice in the length of hours and provision of days as they begin.

FAIR ELEANOR.
Oh Fair Eleanor, Franklin is waiting for you above the clouds, all around you. We urge you, No hurry to reunite, become erudite. It’s the best way to fare the night. Visit often, sigh in unison with the dead it is not your time visit him however weary. Cry out if you must, listen to the hushed on hollowed ground. Fear not, even if the words don’t come, move forward. Speak to the dead, converse with the living some; send your love as it is always fitting. One who wishes to send best wishes wishes to



Send your last message death due us part, it is done for the most part.
Be still, you are still the wife of the one gone by, Treasure your time capsules and memories revisited and spry
Joy, love and living the span of a blossom to fruition and finally toward Grace, let not the sorrows in, separation your countenance disgrace.
Dreadfully wholesome and sure, when death will come for you, you cannot be sure. Husband, like an angel amongst us, chaste and pure of heart. He was. Remnant of one who visited the message well received your blood will speak for you for you when you are wasted and not ,present. It will tell the tale of his death to follow them these that invoke death. Weary of all who are opportunists we may seek out our own death.

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SONG.
Brushed-by bye those of fanciful desires, enclaves of hewn emotion, destiny: love, live well or die. My countenance to model the cherubim in the heaven’s den and the skies within
That part that has died or gone away sees an earlier grave, for you I am a nave.
Shower us in your smiles and warm up your heart, living we must start.
Your aloof demeanor sound-proof breast and will divide: me from you and you from my side.
All there, are comely as we are to each a new and ardent love. To endeavor to love regardless of the dangers, freedom in love is where we gather or depart “matters of the heart.” Until such time as our buildings rise, the gold watch and the sporty automobile, we go with great trepidation and zeal. True love our guest, jailor and jury, may we always love with sound and fury..




SONG.
LO VE and harmony combine: You and I and The Devine….
The bequest of our ancestors: “live well, know well and die well: true love only knows protective restraint. We are bound together by common name, citizenry and good or bad fortune, to become a Saint. Here we are joined together with virtue and uprightness, how simple it sounds , but hard to hold. We delight in our youth, and if wiser for our years we will make many happy days and happy tears.
They come from inside us, sit at our side until they are old enough and we have ended our the magic carpet ride.
Golden are the personal moments. Few, when to remember for our phases of life. Morning star and evening sun, we are blest to have such as you and be one. True it is warmth, depth breath for the time and the array of banter and without delay.



Remember for our phases of living well-refined, our life merely a. parade of morning star and evening sun, and those who intricately decorate the dun. We are blest to have such as you and be one.

Song also:
Whose fortune permits culture’s rein in our hearts, in our minds and in our history, genial smile, demure and without guile. She is but young one time, passing the valley and the yodeling resonance of “I love you!”You be not barred from the boughs of holly, you move too fast and you are folly. Make your bed at father’s bidding. That older, perhaps wiser laugh at our inexperience. Lucky what providence we have, alas! we are hewn to notice the notice the lilies, the valleys and our afternoon. Bonds are made, not to be broken, but to enhance the life but a token.

* Can we trace in the opening lines of Tennyson's Sonnet, published in The Englishman's Magazine, in August, 1831, an unintentional echo of the melody of the last two lines, or is it merely one of those accidental coincidences not uncommon - among great poets ? Ed.
MAD SONG.
Nature urges us onward, tires us out in custom and faith we are devout. Darkness be as darkness is, but with you it is pure bliss. Together we fold our mantle’s weight to sleep the sleep of the great.
Our grief’s our sorrows of these lessons day by day morrow by tomorrow do natures work in our hearts and hurts. Forlorn there is always tomorrow, another chance to defeat our sorrow.
Our nature’s set, etched in stone. We write to make posthumous mark, or if not at least a spark.
Many are the driven, these who seek not to allow futility, to hear the songs and sounds of winds and history.


Some follow daylight, some follow man’s plight and others OH! We try to follow those who we think do know the way, what to say and when to enjoy their day.
Our nature’s set, etched in stone. We write to make posthumous mark, or if not at least a spark.
Many are the driven, these who seek not to allow futility, to hear the songs and sounds of winds and history.
Some follow daylight, some follow man’s plight and others OH! We try to follow those who we think do know.

SONG.-
Odd we are midst the dew of days with love and laughter too few. Our footsteps lye in wait of our decisions. You irradiate the noon time banter, your aura of fresh flower and wishes to see you after, Santa


Crowning us in days of honor, be beautiful and true with heart and view, without guile or horror.
You are merely our progeny, and Oh, how we do love thee.
We walk the hollowed ground to take the scepter of love and virtue well after, do coincide, the new place at which we arrive. Life is but Angel boot-camp, be you a loving lover or a scamp
Be you more so human than inclined, what living has uncovered education has refined If you find your angel there go forward, forward you go without despair, these will cherish you and help you fare.
To love a love is so a desire, we must not refute the naming maiming of the mire. Ours is Eden revisited through thistles and brush and being on our guard, we will sustain the ready and the hard.
Be he kind or just kindred son, marry the one who in the village nun..’tis heard, corrected and received, brave

beneath the modest temperament. Be not wise in your own eyes, but further yourselves by diligence and virtue profuse. Eyes like pools of reverie, smile and I see my smile in thee there through, truth.
Be not overwhelmed by desire, move along and warm yourselves by the fire. Your soul is guarded by the family and you and I will tell the tale to our progeny.
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ABOVE THIS LINE WAS PUBLISHED TO RRB ON OR ABOUT 2/26/09
SONG.
Piercing rays of day to dusk. Cast upon us first and last thrust. Energy and synergy we think we must:
When will it end or bust?

Piercing are rays from dawn to dusk. With which we are aghast ourselves cast whole-heartedly into the kilm, fresh, pristine and robust.. Our only burden upon you and I is that

we might remain joined and in unison, but we live and breathe, we trust.
Let no sorrow know my name, for him I wish to abstain.
Hark the morning bird, singing dirges on the sill, I am awoken to light, and being all but robbed of the day… a world without you is a world without play, only pity.
‘Round about I sing a song, from childhood when I was oh so strong.
Sorrow’s tears are dried and joy is
here. Right or wrong? I dare not tell you…don’t leave me here!
Because from you there need be no ethereal stain., just an even plain.
Sorrow’s tears my eye will waste away without you dear…Sorrow’s tears are dried and joy is here as you arrive. Right or wrong? I dare not tell you the story seems long…don’t leave me here! I am forlorn.
Doth pride make me wish I were the one, or are you joined to me and only the fun?
Will love wither and fall away, or are you suited, in place and happy or apathy


Where do I come from with such presumptions?
No! says I.
There’s no place to go now, or am I just a side kick to a stage show anyhow? Oh woe!



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