I don't remember

I don't remember anymore
How once your eyes met mine
I don't remember how it felt
Your fingers with mine entwined

I don't remember exactly how
Your touch burned upon my skin
I cant even recall now
Where it all begins

I have forgotten most words
That you had said to me
All I do remember
Is when I set you free

Shells of Autumn

Drifting autumn leaves are now
Shells of what was young
Summer dies along times way
Winter still unsung

Barren limbs reach for the sky
Silent cold and gray
Twitching in the winter winds
Gone are days of may

Wind replaces song birds call
Whistling sharp and shrill
Keening to the moonless night
Echo winters chill

Did Not, Would Not

I did not heed you when you called
I did not stop to know
All the words you could say to me
As the winds of winter blow

I would not stop touch your hand,
I said my last goodbyes
I could not let you see my tears
I will not let you see me die.

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

By Lord Alfred Tennyson

Ode

Ode
by Arthur O’Shaughnessy [1844-1881]

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion art empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample in empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth.
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Eternal Call

It's been forever since I've seen you;
An eternity it seems.
Though it has only been a few short years
In the scheme of things.

I cannot recall you clearly,
No matter how I try.
I always feel you watching me,
Guarding me, as my days fly by.

The years have passed I've seen a lot,
I yearn to tell you all.
I have waited oh so patiently,
For your gently call.

It seems I can go no further
Though I try with all my might.
You seem to be just ahead of me.
Somewhere just out of sight.

I'm weary and I stumble,
I feel about to fall.
When I hear you calling to me,
That last eternal call.

Nursery Crhyme

(Humble thanks for the obvious inspiration of my childhood hero Dr. Seuss)

All the Yous down in Youville like spending a lot
And with no care for the future they bought and they bought
They bought You-screens and surround-sounds and big fancy homes
And You-pods and gas-guzzlers and cellular phones

They bought all they could and then bought some more
With the credit cards they got from the Mega-You store
Till they borrowed all the money that they possibly could
And purchased every conceivable You consumable good

Suddenly when there were no Yous left to spend
The sellers became afraid that You shopping would end
And the government and banks both surely knew
Without shopping and buying there’d be nothing to do

So they thought up a plan and they though it up quick
They guessed lending more money would sure do the trick
So they took lots of money and made oversized loans
To put under-financed Yous in overpriced homes

Though the U-financed You’s knew they could not re-pay
The bankers just told them to refinance some day
So they sold them You homes with all the whistles and bells
And promised their homes would simply pay for themselves

Now every You knows that new homes need new stuff
But very few Yous know when enough is enough
So the new financed You’s just kept on spending and spending
And everyone pretended it would go on without ending

And no one thought to save for the rainy days ahead
They just kept on spending and spending instead
Till spending ended one day and the economy began stalling
And chicken-little You proclaimed the sky is now falling

So they all ran right up to the head You Number One
Who said I know what to do to continue You fun
We’ll borrow some billions from right over there
And pass it around and spend it right here

But the Yous were all fed up with You Number One
So they elected You Two to get the job done
Now You Number Two knew just what to do (he said)
We’ll borrow more billions more billions times two

So the Yous borrowed and borrowed from some magical place
While You bankers and brokers slipped away in disgrace
How this all happened they could not understand
As they all cried boo-hoo on their fat pension plans

Now I’m not one to say how this story will end
But it’s obvious the Yous must now borrow to spend
So the Yous will all spend for that is there lot
They’ll spend and they’ll spend whether they earn it or not

And they’ll go on pretending that loans don’t come due
And assume they’ll be paid eventually by much younger Yous
Now I love to borrow money and I love spending too
But I’m not sure if it’s right to borrow it from little Yous

Especially when they are no more than two

Do You
Poem By: Gift Of Noni