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THE DEPARTED RETURN

A Little Poetry to Start the New Year

What is distance to the heart?
No mile, nor hour elapsed,
that ever bore the weight of the departed,
lightened the soul.

For in the gathering time,
pushed down into the womb of the world,
the heavy burden unfurled, grows fat,
gorged upon the marrow and the cost.
The tumid bloated crush of loss.
Bedraggled steps, upon a mountains jagged edge.
The shifting shale of despair,
straining out the seconds into years.
The thousand yard stare,
stretching out the inches into tears.

What does love know of time?
When your heart beat in mine,
did the clock count the ticks, and the tocks of your feet,
as they stepped across the street,
in the steady downbeat of the salty rain.

No… It is the mind that forgets.
Memories purged in a sea of regrets,
awash in a currency of debt.
Mountains, heaped upon the heart, moments passed.
In the quiet space,
a thousand years, and a million miles from grace;

The first twinkle of your soft eyes,
splashed in the luminescence of your smile,
your heart beats within my chest,
and all the mountains,
and the worlds that passed between us,
cannot stop the thundering flood of love.
For you are here again;
Not a second has past,
nor a stray breath, parted from these lips.
All absence, filled in the heartbeat,
of your trembling fingertips.

© Richard Michael Parker 2012

 

New Year Poetry

My New Year’s Resolutions

 

      I will not throw the cat out the window
      Or put a frog in my sister’s bed
      I will not tie my brother’s shoelaces together
      Nor jump from the roof of Dad’s shed
      I shall remember my aunt’s next birthday
      And tidy my room once a week
      I’ll not moan at Mum’s cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!)
      Nor give her any more of my cheek.
      I will not pick my nose if I can help it
      I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
      I will say please and thank you (even when I don’t mean it)
      And never spit or shout or even swear.
      I shall write each day in my diary
      Try my hardest to be helpful at school
      I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don’t want to)
      And when others are rude I’ll stay cool.
      I’ll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks
      And close every door behind me
      I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube
      And stay where trouble can’t find me.
      I shall start again, turn over a new leaf,
      leave my bad old ways forever
      shall I start them this year, or next year
      shall I sometime, or …..?

– Robert Fisher

January

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January
Now is here —
A fine new start
For a whole new year.
The snow comes down
In the dark of night.
When we awake
The world is white.
In January
When there’s snow,
We get our sleds
And away we go.

NEW YEAR

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A new year to look forward to

What surprises will it bring?

All that you wish for

I hope you receive everything

 

I would like to see peace

Spread through out the land

To understand other cultures

So all will walk hand in hand

 

To see that hunger and starvation

Disappear from the face of the earth

A greater understanding is needed

For vision of this new birth

 

I hope that the scourge of disease

That famine and decay

Will no longer be a problem

And will disappear one day

 

These things I am sure you wish for

And maybe in our time we shall see

A step forward in thinking

That will benefit you and me

Malcolm G Bradshaw
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