Journals
Tuesday,Jun 9 2009, 01:07:30 PMThe Wind Howled
And the wind howled
To mark the time
The rain also cried
When the last man died
Polar caps had long since melted away
Sea levels had grown higher every day
Small hills now each an island state
All because we left it too late
For actions delayed by accountancy rules
Had come too late for those in our schools
To ever live a life like those before them
Victims of denial by far too many men
Awake I now recalled this dream
And hope we will avoid this scene
One that man might come to rue
But the future's up to me and you
(c)Rhumour
June 8th 2009
Friday,May 22 2009, 09:33:27 PMBe Released
The long tentacles of time
Reached out to grip my mind
Attempting to secure me in this state
They're going to fail to keep their grip
For if I've got owt to do with it
Surgeons steel will soon be cutting them away
Then with my freedom repossesed
Bringing a final end to my distress
Once again I'll choose the paths I wish to tread
Into the world I will then stride
While I search for thoughts inspired
To take me into those fields that I have lately missed
For though I've been held here in this space
I've ever kept in touch with all our race
Though at times some seemed to doubt I would return
Every day I'll find more to say
And tell it all in my own way
Nothing is going to gag me anymore
With those metal parts they'll put inside
My mind will be freed from pain that tried
To bury all my thoughts within analgesic mists
August will be my month in which to reveal
How my scars have then been seen to heal
And so the flow of trapped words will surely be released
(c)Rhumour
May 22nd 2009
Saturday,Feb 7 2009, 01:19:38 AMPoets Dreams
Pray dream of wondrous places where inspiration grows on trees
And jangles ever more in a soft warm scented breeze
Where all of us that ever paused to write
Will find some inspiration in the night
When dreams portray through swirling mists
The true passion of a lovers kiss
And so can bring some prose to those
Who strain to see on their tip toes
The wonders of a new bloomed rose
That's growing just behind the wall
We couldnt climb when we were small
Sweet dreams I sanction for all who scribe
Those who create must not be denied
A vision from whence they cast new scenes
Painted in rhyme from those eery dreams
Take sustenance and candles long
Behold the words that flow upon
The parchment, screen or paper pad
With quill or type or pen we're glad
To find the steady pass of time
Does not our spirits undermine
As long as ever more we may write
For all our days and flicker filled nights
(c)Rhumour
February 6th 2009
Friday,Dec 19 2008, 08:10:12 PMLean On Me