Month: October 2014

A Halloween dare

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Dong, dong, dong,… ring the bells at the midnight hour.
Alone with shades, here I stand in the haunted tower.
Oh, ever restless night, how I hear your awful groans.
Oh, how overburden, my ears become, with your unearthly tones.
With the wind singing mournfully to my fearful heart.
The sight of total darkness, driving my courage to depart.
I wonder what drove me to enter this frightful place?
Every moment I fight the urge to flee, to avoid disgrace.
With every shadow feeling colder than should be,
My mind begins to wonder what I would see.
Every wretched sound, I hear whispered to my fearful heart.
Dread and chill they bury in my bones to hasten my depart.
With creaking boards buckling under my wobbly feet,
Eerie feelings force my heart to count every single beat.
Uncontrollable sweat along my brows begin to break,
And with my frightful hands, the rest of me begin to shake.
Not one word did the silent shadow need to utter.
With a single glance my timid heart began to flutter.
At that moment, I felt something warn me to quickly part.
In this haunted place, I dare not wait for Halloween to truly start.

J M Lysun

The feeling of Joy

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Joy comes from a secret well,
That is hidden deep in every heart,
Buried so as to resist winters cold.
It needs but a moment to bloom.
As if born specially to banish darkness,
It can rise like a gushing spring,
To bring euphoria and elation,
Filling utter darkness with light.
Often arriving with sweet memories,
To flood our beating, loving hearts,
Enabling us to cherish each fleeting
Moment with wild abandonment.

J M Lysun

Where did childhood go?

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Too much too young they’re led to know,
Like reeds racing to see the sun only to wither,
And never again feel the breeze with serenity,
Or the gentleness of a pure moment.

Too soon to lose their gentle shyness,
Pressed along a highway not of their making,
They lose so much of their innocent glow.
Aged by experience come too soon.

Too much they’re made to sow,
The seed of their own destruction.
Beguiled by what the future promises,
They leave true joy behind to grasp illusions.

Too much taught at such a tender age,
They learn not to care for today,
Ever grasping for a better tomorrow,
Painted by jaded, exploitative minds.

Too much have we conceded to the
Forces of modernity, that we face losing
A generation to a world paid for by
Immorality and condoned by silence.

J M Lysun

A golden park

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Not far from where I live is a golden park,
Hidden from the reach of noise and crowds.
Within its boundaries grow wondrous trees,
Tall and wise who gently speak to me.
Theirs is not a language full of words.
They choose to speak through the swaying
Of leaves and branches, the snapping of twigs,
Through colours adorning blossoms of many hues.
Wrapped in natures sweet motherly scent and coat,
What they say is full of rhythm and harmony,
Always speaking of the virtues of love and peace.
From wisdom so deep comes their voice that,
Even the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
This one tree that everyday speaks to me,
In spring it whispers gently to remind me of
Natures love; pointing at the buds that bloom
And the rain that bathes and winds that soothes
And the shyness of the gentle loving sun.
By summer it speaks of joy and nurturing
As it basks under the sun’s passionate glow.
Tall, strong and proud it stands bearing a full coat
Of green swaying in the summer breeze.
By autumn it points to the end of bountifulness
And speaks of tears to come. Embracing the
Wind it reveals its inner beauty and grace,
Shedding light on tolerance and fortitude.
In winter stripped bare, wearing winters coat
It speaks of the secret of life and longevity;
Peacefully, silently, it stands listening to the wind.
Oblivious to its taunts it waits patiently, dutifully
Conserving every ounce of energy in readiness
For the awakening of the dormant sun to herald
The coming of spring and with it a new beginning.

J M Lysun

You and I

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Open your mind and see
I am part of you as
You are part of me
What we’re made of has
Been here for an eternity.

Merely matter and energy
Interchangeable all can be
Dancing to a rhythm full
Of boundless motion
That we can’t see

A nature beyond understanding
Of geometry that cannot last
Driven by curiosity we seek
To peek beyond the veil to
A place where minds can sail.

Are we part of a Multiverse
Or a simulation running free?
Questions we’re trying to answer
With our existence not defined
Our understanding is clearly blind

It’s reassuring we are all the same.
Made from things that recombine
What is part of you will always
be clearly part of me and that’s
the way it will always be.

J M Lysun