Sonnet 21- The Road by Rationalist-v-Artist, literature
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Sonnet 21- The Road
You see the road that lies outside your door?
Somewhere along that road you'll find my home,
so start on it, and make each footstep sure
until you reach its end. You'll walk alone
because, alas, we all tread different ways
and walk too brief a time with friends, who must
depart when paths diverge. But friendship stays
with you until you meet again, so trust
that you'll find me, although you'll face some hills
whose fists will block your way with all their might,
and woodlands thick wherein no light can fill.
How will you know the path you tread is right?
Feel the wind behind your back and trust
its breath- it's mine, that guides with every g
The dove wears plumes of purest white
a sign of God-graced innocence
and all that see him bow in reverence
as God's great herald soars skywards in flight.
The dove falls earthbound as it rains.
Now washed in man's indecency,
who dared to dream he was more than he seems,
it's grey and blue- the white was just a stain.
God did not make life's road straight;
he made it twist and turn, with trees
whose overgrowing limbs will make
your path sometimes quite hard to see.
So yes, you may well get some cuts,
some bruises and some bumps for sure.
Some downs of course, but also ups;
thrills and spills and much, much more.
When they'll come we never know
but friends are there through highs and lows,
so remember: what will be will be,
and our friendship is a sheltering tree.
Flower and the Willow Tree- a children's poem by Rationalist-v-Artist, literature
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Flower and the Willow Tree- a children's poem
Flower sat by the river, thinking
“I wish I was tall-
as tall as all those willow trees-
I’d be bigger than them all”
So Flower bent towards the sun
and drank in all his rays
until she was near six feet tall,
but there she did not stay;
“I’ll be tall as willow trees
as beautiful and soft
as her hair that whispers sweet love songs,
no matter what the cost.”
So higher and higher Flower grew
until she was so high
her eyes made contact with the trees
but then Old Willow sighed:
“Dear Flower, you are so silly
to have grown unduly tall;
you’re a flower, not a willow tree
but now you’ve left
He stands like men before
upon the edge and counts his breath
One- like men before who held their own
whilst greedy hearts would beat beat beat
beneath their chests
to feel less cheated when the rest beat on
He stands and counts his breath
like men before upon the edge
Two- the raven beats its silent wings
spectates with rancid eyes
that tired of seeing dead men walk
a long long time ago
He stands with eyes closed tight
like men before with raven wings
that pulsed the air in time with their own hearts
Three- his body never hits the ground-
he’s lost, like men before
The ivy creeps and crawls on bricks
and leaves the ground far far below,
for how could honeysuckles ever know
the value of the vine?
It splits and clambers on with ease
to smother all of House in green
and says “I’m the only one it seems,
who’s worthy of his walls.”
The trees all whisper nervously,
whilst hedgerows stand steadfast and claim
“Our House is not a climbing frame,
for He will surely die-
You see, his walls are crumbling down!”
but Ivy claims in jealousy;
“He’s mine!” because she only sees
the One she claims to love.
The crown of poisonous foliage
weighs down on him: House star
They thought your tears were falling stars
that landed with a crash
amongst the rocks they called their home
They thought his hands were
thunderclaps
a storm that forged the iron bands
to cast about your wrists
You fled into the night on wings
that rings could never bind
You dived and hid beneath the sea
so he could never tear your veil
They fear the thunder-angered voice
that murders every quail
Farewell, my lady night-
we lay no more in our celestial bed.
Goodnight, our Mother Moon-
my salutations unto you must end.
Adieu, oh silver stars-
your eyes can now no more discern my path.
Sun filled lands I must now tread
with roads forever on and on
that twist and turn beneath my feet.
Cobbled teeth beneath my toes
that always tell me where to go
amongst the swaying wild grass fur
is where you cannot be.
And so farewell, my love-
tonight, when light of day has past,
I’ll see your shining face at last.
I looked into your eyes and lost
myself somewhere within your mind.
The twists and turns of silent words
form streets, from which I cannot find
my way back out. They echo round
this consciousness and throw shadows
upon the walls, and as you speak
they’re lying still, crouching low,
prepared to strike your deepest thoughts.
I take a sword and fight those beings
that dwell within your mind.
I whisper my own words
to show you your true self
and all the things I saw along those streets-
we slowly drive them out. Those fiends
will never hide your dreams
of love and happiness again.
I found the light returned
and I could see the way back ou
I painted morals on the floor
for people passing by.
All day I’d toil upon the ground,
but all I’d have to show for them
were pennies for my thoughts,
but nothing more
One day my drawing was half done
when God pissed down
upon the stones
and mocked me whilst I watched
it sweep away my lines of chalk
and turned the pavement grey
My eyes in monochrome dismay
distinguished nothing in the world:
no blue of sky, no red of love,
no green of trees or black of night
no streams of stars or plains of grass
but black and white in all I passed.
I fell down in the dismal street
to weep at all I’d lost.
My tears were cold and blind
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