Everyday Poems By Ella
Posted: Wednesday, January 06, 2010
by Ella Camp
STREETS OF LIMERICK
In the shabby streets of Limerick,
Where the icy wind doth howl;
He walks in silent anguish; his memories most foul.
At cruel betrayal cries his heart,
In anger touched with shame,
For who can rail against the Fates, with ignorance to blame?
Why me? He asks, Why in this place, with weepy eyes and dirty face;
Upon yon hills and mansions high, do mothers, brothers, sisters die?
Does hunger seep into the heart, to make the mind and spirit part?
How must it feel each day to think;
Of only where to wear your mink,
Or what new latest games to play,
Or what bon mot to say that day.
Did they pay some dues and pass some test;
And now live life as the happy and blessed?
He thought as he walked, " If I take it with ease,
And with kindness and hope, some god do appease;
Will the wheel turn 'round, and open the door
To a life filled with happiness, richness and more?"
THE LAKE AT DAWN
She wears her jewels majestically
Upon her breast of blue;
Encircling elms bow lowly, as she makes her grand debut.
Misty morning rays of the slowly lightening dawn,
Reveal the shy and timid presence of a thirsty fawn.
Her subjects gather one by one,
Her kingdom starts to fill;
I sit and watch in humble awe, from my perch atop the hill.
Her crown is soft hued amber earth,
Fringed 'round with emerald green;
Come softly to her kingdom to pay homage to the Queen.
SOMEDAY
When hearts and minds of men are turned;
From sorrows borne and lessons learned,
The wheels will grind exceedingly fine;
Freedom and justice will be mine.
As each night passes into day,
Let not our hopes their hearts betray
For in their silence lies our dream;
While freedom- doth our minds yet scream.
Hope is born upon each breath;
While all around us stalks our death.
Discovery- our greatest fear;
For them to know we're hiding here.
Grant our safety, oh I pray;
Let it last 'til that someday.
Hopes are dashed! What good was all;
To climb on faith and only fall?
A new word screams;
Not freedom now, but why to destiny must we bow?
Could it be we've had our day;
When everything had gone our way?
Through battles won and battles lost;
We never knew about the cost?
We couldn't see within our caves;
The truth shone through beyond our graves.
Looking back on yesterday,
When all our lives had flown away;
Makes time here now much greater still-
These acts have all gone through the mill
With our new freedom we've been reborn;
It's time to start our new sojourn.
To home- to home, and there to stay;
It's finally come, our great someday.
THE SOCIOPATH
In a frozen tundra lies my heart;
For I was born to play this part.
In a darkling mold my soul was cast;
Now I pay dues for a careless past.
In selfish, lonely lanes I walk;
And fail to understand,
With what dark secrets I did trade;
While hell's hot flames I fanned.
No tears can fall to melt and soothe
This arid land within;
No love can touch and warm the place where lies the hearts of men.
For what is taken lightly;
Is trampled on and scorned,
Must needs withdraw, and leave a space,
It's shadow to be mourned.
ALONE AT HOME AT LAST
I"ll stay home all day;
And turn off the phone,
Curl up on the sofa,
And just be alone.
I"ll sleep all the morning;
Get up and daydream;
Or go in the closet and have a good scream.
I"ll wear baggy clothes that are comfy and old;
And not give a care for each wrinkle and fold.
My hair I'll leave hanging, unbrushed and uncurled;
My neck and my earlobes will both go unpearled.
No makeup, no perfume, no fancy smart dress;
What WILL be for lunch, is anyones guess.
I'll eat candy and cupcakes,
And no one can see;
But the best thing of all, it's just me with me.
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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)I'm new to the site and it's the first time I came upon poetry. Thanks. Entertaining, but I'm not a critic of poetry. You obviously like to write it. ThanksThanks Jack- I've found that most men don't care much for poetry.- women do, difference in our nature. Thanks for suffering through it. I do enjoy writing it, sometimes, when I'm in the mood.Many yrs ago I was my high school poet.DO TELL- Will you post a couple? I would love to see some poetry from a man.- Waiting with anticipation- Ellathere are at least 3 poetry categories on SW = even recipes too! Maybe I will put some elk and deer ones in...
YES! Love then all but the lake at dawn best - I have been there too (having been born and raised in Minnesota and with many relatives in Wisconsin I definitely know that place....THANK you - this is the first poetry of yours that I have read and I enjoyed each and every morsel! MarijoThanks Marijo- I see that you like poetry, it's fun to write sometimes isn't it?To me, it's like writing a story that rhymes. Again- Thanks- Yours- Ella
Ella these are all beautiful. Yes, a story that rhymes, they are great. I enjoyed all of them. You are a poet. Keep them coming. Best to you and yours, ~Nenita~That's a real compliment coming from you, you're no slouch at poetry yourself- I liked and enjoyed your poems. Thanks- Always- Ella
Hey Ella! You write rhyming peotry too! I love these, especially the lake.They make me take deep breaths to let them seep into my heart.
LOVE THE POEMS .
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