Into seductive, beck’ning far beyond,
Creative thoughts of fancy take their flight,
Like famished vultures to their prey respond,
They hasten to their realm of sheer delight;
Reflections from the past impulses feed,
Abandon casting caution to the breeze,
Distraction not allowed to slacken speed,
No senseless intervention, if you please;
Alas, ’tis in the nature of a dream,
Completely unpredictable to be,
Converting appetising Devon cream
Into distasteful, curdling whey with glee;
For flighty thoughts your heart to fill with grace,
Let reverie reality embrace!
© Meanderings 2016
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Tagged delight, dreams, fantasy, flight, grace, heart, life, nature, pleasure, reality, reverie, thoughts
He sat, distraught, upon the broken bench,
A dark cloud, fast approaching from the east,
Behind his back a wreck dispensed its stench,
While at his feet lie shattered dreams, deceased.
But yesterday, he saw a fresh new dawn,
Yet flames of cruel misfortune intervened
To leave today and future naked, shorn,
A mass of diverse human lives demeaned.
Alas! Within the quagmire of distress,
Compassion sounds the clarion call of hope,
Largesse, response of human kindliness,
Providing all necessities to cope.
Out of the ashes of despairing pain,
Phoenix of Will to Live will rise again!
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Tagged compassion, despair, distress, dread, dreams, fire, flames, hope, kindness, life, phoenix
Do not the thought of vengeance entertain,
A guest intent your person to consume,
Until few dregs of self-respect remain,
And gracious honour finds an empty room;
Pursuit of recompense, a tortuous route,
Is littered with the shards of broken dreams;
Traversing vile terrain can be a brute,
Assailing hapless with nightmarish screams;
Richer, by far, the more enduring trove
Of virtue, that, within the soul resides,
Like luscious fruit within celestial grove,
Requital in domain of God abides.
Reprisals have the custom to return,
Of hand that wields the fire, the fingers burn.
© Meanderings 2017
Posted in blogging, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Religion, Sonnets, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Values
Tagged care, compassion, dreams, fingers, fire, God, honour, hope, life, relationships, reprisal, self-respect, vengeance
Midsummer Night Dreams,
Fays having Fun,
Would They Were True!
Posted in Mystery, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Uncategorized
Tagged care, dreams, fairies, fun, jest, love, midsummer, night, petunia
Beyond Reason –
Reality Sobers Tinted Vision
Posted in A to Z Challenge, Poetry, Tetractys, Thoughts, Uncategorized
Tagged deceit, dreams, life, people, reason, sleep, trust, vision