Posts tagged with "Maree Long"
Friday, 7. March 2008, 07:10:10
character, reflection, poetry, heartache
...
HER TEARS THEY FELL UNNOTICED
her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
the river of heartache widened
and her heart it bled for each
tear spent and shed
her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
for the flooding of anguish
that pierced her soul for all
the torment untold
her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
until she could cry no more
and now her heart lay dry and
as empty as any river bed
and her tears they fell no more
into the blueness of the ocean
for all life and energy spent
weary she stood at the mouth
of the sea
wishing that she too could drown
with the sorrows of tears
and merge with lifes giving water
and dissipiate into the heavens
and fall to earth again
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Tuesday, 4. March 2008, 02:15:57
relgious, tree, Maree Long, life
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EBB AND FLOW OF FORTUNE
the ebb and flow of fortune
that comes your way and hides
just out of reach as the world
turns the tides
the chance happening of adverse event
the toss of coin the foretelling of ones
destiny that can change the course of
time and distance all emnity
unknown and unpredictable phenomenon
the state of process of known senses
without benifit of reasoning or intuition
seen through clouded lenses
and who will call on lady luck
to guide the falling hand of cards
and is the result a mere victim of circumstance?
that is often left to chance
and ebb and flow of fortune
unbroken continuity like wheat
flowing into a silo pours its wave
unsettling once known serenity
of harvest the crop that which you have sown
so blame not lady luck or hand fortune
over to Murphy and take the breath of life and say
not that it suck
so make your fortune well and sieze the moments
glory as one would take hold of the golden sap
that is once gashed in the tree and turn a handy
profit of a richness that pours our free
for all life is metred and such is the ebb and
flow of fortune so abound and teem with
coffers flowing with treasure and live your
life to it's fullest measure
and don't become hardened like the residual of
lava flow keep the stream open and be prepared
to swim against the tide so that at the end
of day in peace you can abide
to meet your fortune in the ebb and flow
of lifes sequential outpouring and remember all
return and give accountability to the source
from whence we first came nought without remorse.
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Friday, 29. February 2008, 00:28:32
hate, Maree Long, eternity, poetry
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THE WORLD I SEE.....
And I put aside childish things
and foolish thoughts and have
learnt that the hand that rocks
the cradle rules the world
so sing the lullaby of sweetness
while you can, and whisper sweet
imaginings in their ear and show
them a mothers tender touch
and give them the strength of
a father's love and let them rise
and build the world the one
we long and dream for
For hate is bred in childhood games
and vileness whispered from a mother's
lips and anger given from a father's
lack
And all children learn to hate and war
you seem them post in haste their hate
and mocking tones of vile they create
and spawn the world we long to be
shielded from and only now wait for enternities
mercy and grace that will let us live the way
we were first destined, and the way our
hearts long for..
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Thursday, 28. February 2008, 05:05:46
bridge, messenger, Maree Long, world
...
A GRAND OLD DAME FALLS
Her stone arched frame, no
longer will she stand no longer
over her cobbled stones will
walk the towns people to other lands
Grand the old dame falls
blasted from where she once stood
for progress calls for concrete bridges
so plain and bland
For many a man had courted his love
beneath the stone arch and whispered
the sweet nothings that yielded man a heart
and many a messenger would would
gallantly ride his horse and bring news
of the outside world
but now the outside let in grand the old
dame falls and there only whispers of a
past that once would call
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Thursday, 28. February 2008, 03:31:46
teachers, class, bullies, Maree Long
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NO I DON'T MISS THE SCHOOL DAYS
homework, homework, homework
no joy could be found when the sun
was still outside and children were
heard playing in the street
Canteen, Canteen, Canteen
no joy could be found when your the
kid with brown paper bag cut lunches
and others eating cream buns
Recess, recess, recess
where the joy was short lived
as snacks were swapped and
handball played
Classroom, Classroom, Classroom
no joy could be found when your
sitting in the classroom with boring
subjects and boring teachers
Bullies, Bullies, Bullies
no joy could be found when your the
kid singled out to fight and your ranking
in the school yard is at the bottom of the rung
Detention, Detention, Detention
no joy could be found - oh hang on that
was probably the best times of my life
for there you got to see the real world
and got to see teachers as they were
on detention you heard the parents,
the politics of teachers and P & C
you noticed all the privileges afforded others
Detention was my real classroom but
I can't say I miss the school days and
certainly don't miss the boring days anymore
than I miss the bully days
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
for more of my poetry check out perhpas share your own
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Thursday, 28. February 2008, 03:22:25
Maree Long, poetry, reflection
WASHING DAY
When all is said and done
everything comes out in the washing
somethings clean and somethings stained
as memories of color run
Garments cast off and thrown in the wash
as other thoughts needing to be scrubbed
delicates of fine fabric of thoughts
require the art of a gentle hand wash
and washing day means a new day
when all clothes need airing as the
gentle breeze in the sunshine drys
yesterday's past and colored pegs
secure the memories of what was once
worn so gailey before the mudding of life
penetrated and scuffed the denim fibres
I once lived in so daily
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long
for more of my poetry check out perhpas share your own
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Tuesday, 26. February 2008, 09:55:28
writer, Maree Long, poet, poetry
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WRITERS DEATH on THE BLOCK
Temporal space locked away in time
the drought of season of thoughts and rhyme
the emptiness of midnights dark hour
of locked gates and on the tombstone
the death of ideas remain and who will
dig me out of mental grave of torment
impentrable fortress where the world
hides its face of creativity
so who will vanquish the devils sword
and give me ink and pen
fragments of fractured words and thoughts
randomly gather at the gates and mock
the mind and heart and there the words
stare glaringly silent unwilling to yield
to the calling of my pen and mind and
rigidly I seek to control the words that
seemingly run away and hide beyond
the cemetary's gates, the ghost of many
a thought floats at midnight and vanish
upon the awakening of day
no word be prepared to carve upon
marble or stone as cold the body
of poetry is laid within the coffin of the
mind, and who dares remember to pay their
respect to the poet so clever of word and why
was no autopsy performed for who really can
tell why that all poets one day will die and who
will lay down the pink rose and remember.....
Maree Long
(c) Maree long 2008
Tuesday, 26. February 2008, 05:03:39
dark, Maree Long, reflection, hope
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SOMEWHERE TOMORROW
Somewhere tomorrow I will meet you there
Somewhere tomorrow sorrows will be laid to rest
Somewhere tomorrow there I will be able to breathe
Somwhere tomorrow we know the sun will rise
Somewhere tomorrow my heart will have new residence
Somewhere tomorrow I won't have to look back
Somewhere tomorrow I will look forward
somewhere tomorrow I will make new plans
somewhere tomorrow somewhere I know it exists
and I will lay my head upon the pillow
and close my eyes upon today and dream
of better things, of better places of a
somewhere of a brighter morrow
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Monday, 25. February 2008, 19:21:46
Religious, reflection, Maree Long
THE KEY
Keep the key to your happiness
in your own pocket, don't lend it
to others
For the key is molded to your hand
and heart and fashioned with the
Father's love
If you need to leave a key give
it back to the Father, let him
guard your key
for in His hands your happiness
your life is well cared for
So open the door to the Father
let Him move about your rooms
give Him access untethered and
let Him clean each room
the key is in your hand, but did
you not know all you have to
do is knock for God in His infinite
wisdom never locked the door and
is keenly thus to let you enter in
and has prepared a place for you
grander than your own imaginings
a place of security, a place of solace
a place of comfort
so keep the key in your pocket and
rest not your happiness with others
leave the key secure in the Father's hand
Thursday, 21. February 2008, 08:03:19
character, reflection, Maree Long
YOU LIE!!
YOU LIE IN BED WITH LIE AFTER LIE
YOU LIE IN WAIT TO WRITHING LIKE MAGGOTS ON A RUG
Your angry with life and unsatisfied with your lot
your whole life is built on lies
and lies is what you use to achieve the most
insideous of outcomes
YOU LIE IN BED WITH LIE AFTER LIE
YOU LIE IN WAIT TO WRITHING LIKE MAGGOTS ON A RUG
lying rolls off your lips like smooth silk
you care not whom you hurt
you care not who is in your way
and happy to leave misery in your wake
YOU LIE IN BED WITH LIE AFTER LIE
YOU LIE IN WAIT TO WRITHING LIKE MAGGOTS ON A RUG
for this is your only success
to lie - to teach to lie
lie to accomplish and succeed
but in the end yours is only but a lie
be careful what you feed your heart
and mind lest it rot with that of rotting
maggots that eat out the brain
and feast on the heart and destroy your
life
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
FOOTNOTE: be careful whom one keeps company with
especially agents and lawyers...
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