Monday, November 30, 2015

"Friends"


A friend is but a miracle of time, and fate, and need
A wonderment of wind and rain and, oft, unstated creed
A balance held, along the wire, of honour, thought, and deed
A bond complete, from nonce to nonce, with this the heart is freed
So tentative, like new-born chick, fresh from the eggshell flung
The balance held, for lifetime long, no better song is sung

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© 2012 whickwithy

Friday, November 20, 2015

"The Travelers"

Once the day was folded up and, then, been put away
The travelers toasted final cup ‘fore ambling on their way
The weary Dream donned raincoat pale, the darkened road to face
Staid Principles' so well-worn cloak was slowly shrugged in place
They trudged along together then, at quite a lonely pace
Broken rhyme and deepest ruts were oft the dismal case
Along the darkened road there stood gloom’s shadows here and there
The massive mound of rocks looked vaguely like a well-worn care
A tree of disappointment seemed like end of all that's known
They slowly moved together as they heard a ticking moan
But, what was that they saw ahead, a traveler on the road
They brightened just a little, then, for good he seemed to bode
Ah, bright Heart, in tattered tails, you comfort all you see
The aching back of Principles from bitter drudgery
And saddened eyes of tired Dreams that sheltered from the art
Did lose their pain, forevermore, in presence of great Heart

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© 2012 whickwithy

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

"Sway"

I enter on the balcony above the royal hall
And, as I gaze upon the guests, I think, once more, "Stand tall!"
That is the way to start the dance, the only dance that counts
With a will and with the strength to sway with swing and bounce
From life to life, no more the thought that ever wind will raise
The spectre of that struggle gone along with its own maze
For time does take unto itself, at last, to rake and raze
But, deep inside the endless soul looks on with steady gaze

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© 2012 whickwithy

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

"Grand"

It stands outright, in regal sense, with loyalist proportions
It sings a note of recompense that's lost in the distortions
A sparkle there, is littered here, and, with it, goes the sky
Bright moon sends shadows round the scarp evoking winsome cry
To seize upon the windlass sheet and pull with all your might
No crush will craze the troubled heart from tears of sudden sight
Swing out upon that windlass' rope and sweep onto the fore
Reach far above the mast to sky, beyond the ocean's roar
You'll sway into the lunar light of pinnacle's repine
For bursting forth from shadow's depth will come the grand design

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, November 14, 2015

"Silences"


The quiet of an evening
The stardreams of a night
The silent soul that's singing
The heart that glows with light

The silence of a dawning as it turns from grey to green
All life is at a pause in time until all eyes have seen
The sadness of a soul that's lost upon their lonely way
The joy when soul comes back, again, to light the brightest day
The gaze from eye to eye that goes between the two that love
The gaze upon the numinous and bluest sky above
The silence in a heart for one where brightness once had been
And, all the silence of a world, not heard, but sometimes seen

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Monday, November 9, 2015

Excerpt 15 from "Seasons"

By the way, these are in no particular order...

The staggered days are coming
And, the shock seems to wear off
The hummingbirds are humming
And, the fickled seem to scoff
There’s new found way to go the course
Don't leave behind the least remorse
Just let the waves wash over me
And, let the wind 'round to the lee
Ah, as the spike is to the moon
For once again, and all too soon
We watch the rocks and sand combine
Like liquid rays, so much like wine

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Excerpt 14 from "Seasons"

The roaring lion roaring more
The crashing waves awash the shore
Just shake the sand from feet and leaves
And, hear the seagull as he grieves
Now, hear the seagull’s lonely cry
Upon the wind, he lets it die
It never will come back, again
'Tis offered up to minds of men


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© 2012 whickwithy

Friday, November 6, 2015

"The life and times"

Through all, time ebbs, but on it flows
And, with it all, our life, it goes
But, what, if not a passing fact
Our life went on, in full, in tact
The children always know so much
But, time, Oh Time! They never touch
As gentle as a summer breeze
It passes by, among the trees
A leaf, it falls and settles down
It then cascades, an autumn mound
Time now ticks with every sound
Another leaf, another round
The hearse is rolling toward the town
Our gaze is fixed as though it’s found
The end of all, clear, sharp, and final
Break the nerve and snap the spinal
For who can see beyond the veil
What sight would see, if walls we scale
The heart, the heart, can only know
What lies beyond the endless flow
Time and death, we cringe and quake
Approaching our relentless wake
The life is lost, pursuit's pure folly
The heart, the heart must guide the trolley
It's only hills that hide the trail
Beyond the hills, goes on the rail
No magic world need be defined
Our hearts, our hearts become refined
So shake the terror from the soul
For time is one and we are whole
Time does fade into facade
Life's no joke, give time no nod

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© 2012 whickwithy

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Excerpt 12 from "Seasons"

So, sling the season’s sparkle 'til it scatters ‘cross the sky
And, fling the reason’s nonsense up just like a newborn cry
For, once again, it comes the time to dally round the dance
To raise the hand and bend the knee, no more the don’ts and can’ts
As if I stand upon a cliff with jagged rocks below
The wings will spread and I will fly, for in my heart I know
The seasons, all, will come, again, from summer through to spring
Though the tide is rising, soon, the lowest tide will sing

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© 2012 whickwithy