Written by Sylvia
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine fields abloom with daises, moving gently
To the rhythm of the wind, swaying to and fro
With petals of yellow and white glistening with the morning dew
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine mountains standing tall and majestic
The pale blue sky as their canvas to paint a picture for us
As they stretch across the horizon in all their grandeur
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine rivers winding their way through the countryside
Their serene waters rippling around the bends and crooks
Carved into the dark rich soil by their eroding tides
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine lakes with their mirrored surface unbroken
Except by the old man sitting on the peaceful shore
Skipping stones across the lake as he did when he was a child
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine the beautiful trees with their leaves whispering
Come and sit beneath my canopy for a while
And listen to the memories left behind for me to share
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine children young and innocent and open to the world
As they take delight in the games that they play
The enjoyment etched into their smiling faces
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine an old man and woman as they sit on their porch
Gently rocking in the swing, feet pushing against the floor
Talking quietly to each other about times of long ago
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine puppies and kittens as their eyes begin to open
And they explore the wondrous world around them
Filled with balls of yarn to unravel and old shoes to chew
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine the sun, the moon and the stars
Each with their own time to bring light to our world
From the dusky dawn to the dark of night
When I close my eyes and perchance to dream
I imagine God’s world as He created it for us to discover
Astounded by the beauty and splendor of all His creatures
And know any mortal man can never duplicate them
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Seeking Approval
Written by Sylvia
We spend to much of our life seeking approval from others.
Whether it is parents and siblings, even friends or lovers.
It is never a conscious decision that we make.
We don’t give it much thought and that can be a mistake.
It is far easier for us to submit, than ask them for respect.
We are paralyzed with fear that you won’t love us, I suspect.
You don’t need to be afraid and if you are refused,
run as fast as you can, move on, do not be confused.
You should choose wisely; for there are those when asked,
will deny the approval you seek, they’ll be unmasked.
If nothing else, please remember this,
be yourself, you don't need approval from others to exist.
We spend to much of our life seeking approval from others.
Whether it is parents and siblings, even friends or lovers.
It is never a conscious decision that we make.
We don’t give it much thought and that can be a mistake.
It is far easier for us to submit, than ask them for respect.
We are paralyzed with fear that you won’t love us, I suspect.
You don’t need to be afraid and if you are refused,
run as fast as you can, move on, do not be confused.
You should choose wisely; for there are those when asked,
will deny the approval you seek, they’ll be unmasked.
If nothing else, please remember this,
be yourself, you don't need approval from others to exist.
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A Story Never Shared
Written by Sylvia
Let me tell you a story I have never shared before
Except with my friend because he can understand
I married a man and James William was his name
Said he loved me, treated me alright and made no demands
He and his buddies would get together for a night out
Drinking and partying all night, they thought it was all right
When the bars closed, there were other places to go
Places in people’s houses, liquor sold late at night
On a Friday night as he was getting ready to leave
We had an argument over the very thing I dread
One thing led to another and before he closed the door
The last words I spoke to him were, “I wish you were dead!”
At three in the morning, there was a knock at our door
His friends were standing there and said to me
He’s hurt bad, you need to get to the hospital fast
No shock that he had been hurt, he carried a gun, you see
The police were there waiting for me to arrive
They asked me to come to a private room
And I knew something was terribly wrong
Some questions were asked and I answered, my mind filled with doom
I was filled with dread and afraid to ask
Where is my husband, I want to see him and paused
They said, we are sorry but he was shot and he’s dead
I was led to a stark white room and there he was
A sheet was pulled up to his neck, his face was gray
Sacks covering his hands, to protect evidence they said
His bloody clothes and shoes were lying on his chest
And just like they said, he was dead.
They told me he was at an after hours place
There was an argument over a pool game with a man
Guns were pulled and shots were fired
That is when my nightmare began
The other man was hit in the arm, barely grazed
My husband was shot in the chest
The bullet hit his heart, the doctor said
and James William was dead before he hit the floor, he stressed
And throughout all of this, I kept thinking
That just before my husband shut the door to leave
The last words I ever spoke to him were
"I wish you were dead", now I have begun to grieve
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Let me tell you a story I have never shared before
Except with my friend because he can understand
I married a man and James William was his name
Said he loved me, treated me alright and made no demands
He and his buddies would get together for a night out
Drinking and partying all night, they thought it was all right
When the bars closed, there were other places to go
Places in people’s houses, liquor sold late at night
On a Friday night as he was getting ready to leave
We had an argument over the very thing I dread
One thing led to another and before he closed the door
The last words I spoke to him were, “I wish you were dead!”
At three in the morning, there was a knock at our door
His friends were standing there and said to me
He’s hurt bad, you need to get to the hospital fast
No shock that he had been hurt, he carried a gun, you see
The police were there waiting for me to arrive
They asked me to come to a private room
And I knew something was terribly wrong
Some questions were asked and I answered, my mind filled with doom
I was filled with dread and afraid to ask
Where is my husband, I want to see him and paused
They said, we are sorry but he was shot and he’s dead
I was led to a stark white room and there he was
A sheet was pulled up to his neck, his face was gray
Sacks covering his hands, to protect evidence they said
His bloody clothes and shoes were lying on his chest
And just like they said, he was dead.
They told me he was at an after hours place
There was an argument over a pool game with a man
Guns were pulled and shots were fired
That is when my nightmare began
The other man was hit in the arm, barely grazed
My husband was shot in the chest
The bullet hit his heart, the doctor said
and James William was dead before he hit the floor, he stressed
And throughout all of this, I kept thinking
That just before my husband shut the door to leave
The last words I ever spoke to him were
"I wish you were dead", now I have begun to grieve
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Abused
Written by Sylvia
You abused me as if my permission was granted
and I wanted you dead, then finally recanted.
For too long you treated me with hatred and contempt
I tried to tell you, that’s wrong but failed in the attempt
Tell me why did you abuse, will you ever reply
I became your victim and that I cannot deny
So many scars concealed from your prying eyes
Now they’re exposed and there will be no more lies
A few months have gone by and my healing has begun
And I will be damned if I’ll let you think that you won
So full of arrogance and consumed by hate
There was no one else to pay the price except your mate
The price was too high and I took the only way out
My decision made, I had to get away, I have no doubt
Now that I am gone, I ask myself who the next fool will be
One thing I know; it won’t be me because I am free
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
You abused me as if my permission was granted
and I wanted you dead, then finally recanted.
For too long you treated me with hatred and contempt
I tried to tell you, that’s wrong but failed in the attempt
Tell me why did you abuse, will you ever reply
I became your victim and that I cannot deny
So many scars concealed from your prying eyes
Now they’re exposed and there will be no more lies
A few months have gone by and my healing has begun
And I will be damned if I’ll let you think that you won
So full of arrogance and consumed by hate
There was no one else to pay the price except your mate
The price was too high and I took the only way out
My decision made, I had to get away, I have no doubt
Now that I am gone, I ask myself who the next fool will be
One thing I know; it won’t be me because I am free
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
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