Sunday, February 24, 2013

Nostalgia



Nostalgia can burn
we quickly learn
when life's injustice
we discern
we long to return
to former days
when it seemed life
had much better ways
But unless we walk
in other's shoes
we really aren't armored
with any clues
as to why their life
turned out that way
and the answer to why
they've gone astray
so give the "ciggy"
if you must
say the "good evening"
which is welcome I trust
but don't take their pain
away with you
unless there's something
you know you can do
'cause each of us has
a cross to bear
and the other guy
doesn't know why it's there
Just do your best to
have compassion
and do what you can in
an ample fashion
and life will continue
the way it should
not everything needs to
be understood.



“ellecee”


Thorns






Innocent
I draw close to you
Ouch! thorny





"ellecee"



Saturday, February 16, 2013

Old Tears



She is crying over something

Metaphorically speaking

She can taste the salt
of unshed tears

She is five years old
and someone has stolen
the piece of chocolate
from under her pillow

She is fifteen years old
and someone is making out
with her lover
on the back seat of
her brother's car

She is thirty years old
and her husband
has fallen in love with
the pretty little blond
next door

and so it goes

She is fifty-five years old
and she hasn't any idea
what these tears are for

and she doesn't want
to know
either





"ellecee"

The Veteran



She is
thinking of him
the veteran

relic
of many
shooting wars

the man who is
tall enough
strong enough
erect enough
lean enough

the man with
large hands
made gentle
when
loving

the man whose
mouth thirsts
for scotch
and rum

and

sometimes

for her





"Ellecee"

Saturday, February 9, 2013

About Love


I often
wonder
what I will
remember most
when all is said
and done
About love
I mean
in general
and about you
in particular
The anger,
the frustration
that seemed
constant
The never ending
need
The mad emotions
that fuelled
a life
running on
empty.

Or will it be
the words
all the
beautiful
words
in all the poems
written on bits
of paper
Fading now
difficult to read
Needing to be
rescued
so that they will
live
forever
burned onto
CD's




"ellecee"

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Frenetic Two






Oh frenetic two
where are you?
Flown away out
into the wilderness
of blue
T'would be such
a rich sorrow
in some distant
tomorrow
to hang once again
on such
a sweet rack
of pain.





"ellecee"











An excerpt from :Her Story by Ellecee

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

This Old House


(a self-portrait)

This old house
creaks
under
the weight
of her
history

Shivers when
the winter
winds
blow through
her
rafters

Sighs on balmy
nights when
the light
from
glistening stars
shines
through her
skylight

The latest
edifice
added to
improve her
image

A bright
halo
for a
withering
queen

But still
and all
she
represents
something

A remnant
from a time
when
stability
and character
mattered

She is
looked upon
as an
icon
representing
better
times

She bares 
a plaque
that
says

"Heritage House"

She is
not allowed
to be
demolished




"ellecee"





A Friend's Haiku

Striker is a poet from Perth, Western Australia, who particularly enjoys writing Haiku.

Here is a link to his page on this blog and some recent writing,,,

Enjoy,,,,

Striker




Golden striped ceiling
dark around the exterior
golden orb rising.




Sat in silence
thinking of past adventures
awaiting thermals. 




Fence sitting early
another golden dawning

heading home in awe.





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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Oblivious


In this world
of illusion
she treads
lightly
leaving no
footprints
no scent
to be
picked up
by marauding
packs of
coniferous
beasts
hungry
for
her
She lies down
in tall,
sweet smelling,
blue grass
and listens
to the sound
of
the wind
as it moves
over her
hiding place
touching her
gently
like a mother's
kiss
on her child's
cheek
She lies
quietly
feeling
the earth
beneath her
breathing
with an
ancient
rhythm
a subtle,
sweet,
massage
constant
and
penetrating
She feels
safe
protected

oblivious





"ellecee"