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23 September, 2005 at 3:26 pm #1346
HEAVEN
My minds thoughts set deep in space
So far out no radar could trace
Thoughts swirling around and around
Thousands of miles above the Earths ground
Then they stop with one suspended in my face
I am transformed to another place
A peaceful place, untouched by hand
A certain paradise or even God’s land
With green fields, trees and a flowing stream
So mellow, it could have been a dream
Yet my eyes are closed and sealed tight
It all goes dark apart from a speck of light
Growing closer with every second past
Even though the moment seemed to last
Now all my thoughts are left behind
It’s only the light left to find
Now the darkness has taken flight
I have finally entered the lightG.J.SMITH
23 September, 2005 at 3:28 pm #140756HIT ME
I lie here in my bed, not wanting to sleep
The bed beside me, a monitor constantly bleeps
Nurses keeping a vigilant eye
On patients asleep nearby
My illness, disease hasn’t really hit me yet
To sink into my and allowed to set
I don’t really know why
I have a compelling urge to cry
To grab hold of someone and just scream
My anger building up and fighting to survive
Just to let everyone know I am still alive
I’ve been no angel throughout the years
I don’t deserve to be broken to tears
Sadness I cannot allow to tip the scale
I will fight and happiness will prevailG.J.SMITH
23 September, 2005 at 3:30 pm #140757MY MAKER
I lay one night in my bed
A couple of pillows beneath my head
Covered in a quilt from head to toe
Only my head is left to show
I feel a shiver down my spine
Someone walks over the grave that is mine
Then a figure appears before my eyes
Nothing unusual except his size
Eight inches tall he stands on my sheet
I notice he has no feet
Staring at me face to face
He spoke “I’m taking you to your resting place”
With these words, I could not oppose
My eyes grow heavy and slowly close
Yet he has not vanished from my sight
In fact he is taller, more my own height
He led me down a familiar road
Spoke “concentrate now and for ever be hold
This is the place where you shall die”
I can tell from his face that this is no lie
Tears begin to run down my face
Looking upon my resting place
Who will do it and why?
Gazing at me he lets of a sigh
“I cannot tell you but your maker can
He controls the lives of everyman”G.J.SMITH
23 September, 2005 at 3:32 pm #140758STATE OF MIND
Waiting for the right
Watching for the moment
Praying for the day
For happiness
What form will it appear?
A beautiful young lady in a long dress
To marry and be merry with
Will it be a sparkling sports car?
With all the mod cons
Is it a gross amount of money?
To make me financial sound
Will it be all three?
The lady, the car and money
I believe it is a state of mind
One for yourself
That you alone will have to findG.J.SMITH
23 September, 2005 at 3:33 pm #140759THE NIGHT BEFORE
Hello darling, how are you?
I’ve just popped in for a drink or two
Well you know me far to well
I’ll keep on drinking till you ring the bell
I’ll stagger up and on to my feet
Trip and stumble into the street
If I am lucky, I’ll get carried home
Knowing me the streets I’ll roam
I’ll stop off for a pizza on the way
Now my eyesight will start to play
The world spins left then right
My eyes go blurry and triple in sight
Eventually I’ll reach my sleeping place
Morning arrives straight in my face
My head aching, throbbing and sore
My god, what happened to me the night before?G.J.SMITH
23 September, 2005 at 3:34 pm #140760A SINGLE GRAIN OF SAND
In my hand I hold
A million grains of sand
Looking at my hand
I come to realize
My life is no different
To a single grain before me
For each grain is individual
Almost unique
For it to find a grain
Similar to itself
May take years of searching
It doesn’t just sit around waiting
But allows the wind to
Pick it up
Drop it of
It allows the tide to sweep it
In and out
With every new tide
Every gust of wind
It sits next to a new piece of sand
Looking for the perfect match
It may never find it
Though it never stops looking
The search for the one
Knowing its perfect match
Is out there somewhere
I look at myself
And I am the sand
That single grain
Looking for the perfect match
That single grain
Beaten by weather and tide
Still it searches with hope
Me
A single grain of sandG.J.Smith
23 September, 2005 at 3:35 pm #140761IN THE NIGHT
You come to me in the night
When my eyes are sealed
Yet you wonder through my thoughts
As though it is your garden
Your paradise
Are you really there?
Hiding out
Escaping from your world
Feel free to roam
For your beauty is welcome
I see your hair as the light reflects
Like a shimmering golden stream
There is not a single shadow
Upon your soft skin
Perfection
I would not change a thing
Bar one
My wish would be
To set you free
Release from your Eden
Bring you to my world
Where I could see you every day
Wake up with your smile
By my side
Although this way you remain
My lady
My lady in the nightG.J.Smith
23 September, 2005 at 3:37 pm #140762SUNRISE
I am the ugly sister of the two
I bring light into your world
But people gather to see my sister
You see me coming
Before I am there
There is no glamour
In my rising
But sometimes
My sister can raise such beauty
She fills the skies with colour
She is the most pictured in the world
Where as some people
Take me for granted
And never see me rise
Or even wonder
At my beauty
My sister is the sunset
And me
Well I am just
The early sunriseG.J.Smith
23 September, 2005 at 3:41 pm #140763HIS TOY
From nowhere he appeared
Standing before me
I looked into his eyes
His evil mind, reaching out
My thoughts scanned
Flicked through, page by page
As though it was a book
Memories flashing through my mind
As he opened every file
He was in complete control
Paralyzed in my seemingly concrete shell
Like a post set in the ground
He grinned….. a malevolent grin
My memories, joy and pain
We’re all part of his little game
A blink of my eye and he was gone
As though I was waking from a dream
I realized it was just his playtime
And I…… well I
Was just his toyG.J.SMITH
23 September, 2005 at 3:43 pm #140764KIDS
Mothers and Fathers, this is my rhyme
Arguments all of the time
Punching, scratching, pinching and brawling
If they get hurt, they go off bawling
This isn’t true in certain cases
For when they get a shiny new toy
More than likely just punched next doors boy
Arguing over who shall have the last pear
Or why do they always get the wobbly chair
Sitting down, watching TV
Thank god for that, peace and quiet for me
“Right children, time for bed”
Another day like that I’ll end up dead
Was is a blessing they came along
I’ll tell you what they couldn’t be more wrong
Changing nappies all day that’s my life
I wouldn’t know replied my wifeG.J.SMITH
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