Thorbart Presents Poetry by Thorb

In the time of now   south garden
we all think to be ourselves
then like all the ones before
for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
nope      south garden
or not like a rope dangling    
off the limb of an old oak
fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
if weakness prevails.



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the older I get the less I see
exclusive love as reality
all those loves from the past
relationships that couldn't last
still hold places in my heart
I don't see this at all as dark
for I can see the glowing smiles
times and places not on trial
though cracked or shattered shards may be
scattered to all of eternity
every time my mind goes there
I know that I will always care
for in my life love cannot die
none will convince me that's a lie
don't expect to own my heart
to the end from the start
even mom couldn't win that race
there's more room at my table to set a place
for also with age my heart does grow
making room for more love before i go
be happy to be involved in it all
before i take my final fall


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here is another random poem.





Msg: 433	 -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- 5 Year Quickie

Posted: 10/23/2007 1:40:45 PM 

got carried away in 8 line .... had to trim it back. [here is the whole piece]





All the officers wondered

which would get the charge

who would have to tell their men

"climb up on that first barge"



They knew without a question

the boys would do as told

though a light in the eyes of many a fool

would soon become stone cold 



We all have seen the writing

its published on so many walls

first to stand and make the charge

is often first to fall



Kilroy was here across the pond

Enfield in hand like a magic wand

sunk in a muddy neighbourhood

waiting for rations so often no good



Just a quickie fix they did say

then back home again almost next day

ladies where waiting amongst the tears

as that quickie turned into more than five years.



Still within this reason

truth bites upon thy soul

tis mortal right and pleasing

to die for valiant goals



Not long ago in times of dirt

of pain mixed up with sorrow

Cannon fodder from the farm

was sent out like no tomorrow



Wave after wave of young ideals

for God and King and country

for Mom and Dad and apple pie

they fell like Humpty Dumpty



Kilroy was here across the pond

Enfield in hand like a magic wand

sunk in a muddy neighbourhood

waiting for rations so often no good



Just a quickie fix they did say

then back home again almost next day

ladies where waiting amongst the tears

as that quickie turned into more than five years. 

 

 


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