In the Service of Her Majesty The Queen

Walking

You walked with me
for awhile
on the road of broken hearts
stumbling along
in the dark

Off in the distance
far away
faint through the red fog, a light
our sextant

I held your hand
or was it that you held mine

Did you make it there
I wonder
did you find your way alone

One of us grew wings
and flew
the other couldn't fly

Who knows if it was you...
or I

 

Lovely, simply lovely.

 

Very Nice, Your Majesty!

 

You've certainly a knack for this sort of stuff - thanks for sharing it with us.

 

You're welcome.

I've come to realize that my 'verses' are how I process conflict.

I think of something that bothers me, generally in an emotional way, and a picture forms. (I call them snapshots.) I write a few lines, go out on the porch to smoke, and come back in with a few more lines. I may smoke quite a few cigarettes before the verse is done.

Often, I find out that what I've written isn't about the issue or situation I thought it was. And a verse usually has layers to it as well. A few are straight-forward, but most are not.

The latest one is an apology...one long overdue. I think most of them are some form of apology, although that is a new thought for me and one that needs some reflection.

I don't call my verses poetry. I know just enough about poetry to know I am not a poet, nor do I want to be one.

I sincerely thank Co8 for letting me post them here. I don't think I could have written them otherwise.

 

>I've come to realize that my 'verses' are how I process conflict.

I thought you said you weren't a poet?

Does this mean that you were a poet & didn't know it

Sorry - couldn't resist that one -

Keep'm com'n sister - they're good for the soul.

 

Dragons

Miles and miles and miles
the feet keep walking
one foot in front of the other

Miles and miles and miles
the heart keeps beating
and beating and beating

Don't look back
there are dragons there
just keep walking
don't dare stop
keep moving

The hours pass,
then days, then weeks
time creeps and crawls at first
then the years flow by
one day blurring into another
and another, a year gone, another,
a decade flying into an eon

And still the feet keep walking
the heart keeps on beating

You can hardly hear the dragons now,
perhaps they have gone away,
tired of the unrelenting chase

But no...suddenly there they are
swooping down, striking for the
heart, tearing it...finally apart.

 

>Miles and miles and miles
the feet keep walking
one foot in front of the other

Miles and miles and miles
the heart keeps beating
and beating and beating

Don't look back
there are dragons there
just keep walking
don't dare stop
>keep moving

Scryler, this instantly reminded me of the countless miles traveled along tank trails while serving in the big green machine. Wore out the soles on a couple pairs of leg boots ( still have them in my duffel bag along with several sets of BDUs - funny the things we keep ) during those road marches.

The "Dragons" were the need to keep going, to not think about the pain and turn your mind to something else.

Sometimes, we need the dragons. They help us remember what is important, what is worth fighting for.

I'm thinking you should gather your collection of Poetry and self publish on Amazon - really - you should.

 

http://www.motherjones.com/blue-marble/2014/12/jaw-dropping-video-incoming-storms-nicolaus-wegner

This is an incredible weather video. Full screen it. Music is pretty good, too.

 

Greetings, Your Majesty! :wave:

 

Good Morning!

 

Happy Birthday, Shining Ted!!!

 

Boxing

The path narrows I've heard
some say it's the only way
to freedom

At the fork I put my feet
on the path I was
trained to take.

And trudged gamely on
watching it narrow
careful to place
each foot just so

But it seems to me
so long and too short
at the end

Feeling the box
getting close,
ah so close

If I had it to do
all over again
I'd choose the
hangman's noose

 

It's good feeling. I am new here. The opinion here is quite true.:yes:

 

My computer died and with it went all my verses. I guess I could have some techie retrieve them, and I might, but I decided to copy/paste them from my 'Queen' thread. I am grateful that I was allowed to post them here.

I have started copying The Cavern, but I am too tired to do more than the first page of the post. I'll finish copying it tomorrow night.