Written by Sylvia
I have never seen your face nor heard your voice
I can only imagine them in my dreams
And that is not my choice
But it must be that way it seems
Hope will forever live in my heart
That someday we will be together
Never again to be apart
For I will never love another
Life dictates that you remain
My silent and faceless love for now
And this brings me such pain
But I will make the best of it somehow
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Madness of Addiction
written by Sylvia (Double Acrostic Form)
Must you be so cunning and full of gloom?
Always lurking, with your own agenda.
Down into a hell, I will descend.
Nothing can stop the pain,
Every nerve hurting and on fire.
Slayer of souls, leaving nothing but debris.
Surrender just a second away, my extreme loss.
Outward signs of you, as you practice voodoo.
Fearful that you will take away my God, my belief.
Addict is my name, if only I had amnesia!
Doubt fills me as I try to comprehend.
Demons unleashed!
Ignorance, my soul filled with graffiti,
Captured by your aphrodisiac.
Take your goods and relent.
Impulse uncontrolled as you apply your stimuli.
Only another addict can understand, you psycho!
Never will I be free from you I portend
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Must you be so cunning and full of gloom?
Always lurking, with your own agenda.
Down into a hell, I will descend.
Nothing can stop the pain,
Every nerve hurting and on fire.
Slayer of souls, leaving nothing but debris.
Surrender just a second away, my extreme loss.
Outward signs of you, as you practice voodoo.
Fearful that you will take away my God, my belief.
Addict is my name, if only I had amnesia!
Doubt fills me as I try to comprehend.
Demons unleashed!
Ignorance, my soul filled with graffiti,
Captured by your aphrodisiac.
Take your goods and relent.
Impulse uncontrolled as you apply your stimuli.
Only another addict can understand, you psycho!
Never will I be free from you I portend
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Sunday, November 23, 2008
My Child
written by Sylvia
You are old before your time, my child.
Kind, full of compassion and concern.
You don't know how many times I smiled
as you continued to grow and learn.
There is passion in your eyes and heart
as you have tackled everyday life.
That passion is what sets you apart;
if only I could remove the strife.
Our time together in this world
will end and I will leave you alone.
Let your enormous grief be unfurled,
then celebrate the life we had known.
Remember all the good times we had,
the wonderful memories we shared.
My child, when I am gone, don't be sad,
you must know just how much that I cared.
Angel's I have sent will be with you,
to watch over you and be your guide.
Don't be so sad, they will see you through
and fill my heart with enormous pride.
When you feel down and the need to talk,
remember, I am just words away.
Lift your voice to heaven as you walk,
and I will hear your words as you pray.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia All Rights Reserved
You are old before your time, my child.
Kind, full of compassion and concern.
You don't know how many times I smiled
as you continued to grow and learn.
There is passion in your eyes and heart
as you have tackled everyday life.
That passion is what sets you apart;
if only I could remove the strife.
Our time together in this world
will end and I will leave you alone.
Let your enormous grief be unfurled,
then celebrate the life we had known.
Remember all the good times we had,
the wonderful memories we shared.
My child, when I am gone, don't be sad,
you must know just how much that I cared.
Angel's I have sent will be with you,
to watch over you and be your guide.
Don't be so sad, they will see you through
and fill my heart with enormous pride.
When you feel down and the need to talk,
remember, I am just words away.
Lift your voice to heaven as you walk,
and I will hear your words as you pray.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia All Rights Reserved
Monday, November 17, 2008
My Heart is Breaking (Kyrielle)
Written by Sylvia
Distance that we cannot traverse.
So near yet so far, makes it worse.
For this, there is no mistaking.
A new love, my heart is breaking.
Words unspoken that declare love.
Rejection, which I speak thereof,
a friendship will be left aching.
A new love, my heart is breaking.
Love unrequited, a disgrace.
Another time, another place,
my words to him, no retaking.
A new love, my heart is breaking.
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Distance that we cannot traverse.
So near yet so far, makes it worse.
For this, there is no mistaking.
A new love, my heart is breaking.
Words unspoken that declare love.
Rejection, which I speak thereof,
a friendship will be left aching.
A new love, my heart is breaking.
Love unrequited, a disgrace.
Another time, another place,
my words to him, no retaking.
A new love, my heart is breaking.
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Alone and Empty
Written by Sylvia
So alone and filled with emptiness,
no one here to comfort me today,
hold me in their arms, give me a hug,
whisper in my ear, things are going to be okay.
Weary of starting my life over.
Dusting myself off, moving on, no control.
Smiling, pain and doubt still there,
making their home in my heart and soul.
Beaten so far down this time, I'm defeated,
struggling to find my way through debris.
As I take a step forward,
pain and doubt come back to visit me.
Weary of taking care of myself,
hear my plea; take care of me for now.
Tired of making decisions alone,
come be with me as much as time will allow.
Others do not understand, my friend.
They think I should move on and forget.
Pretend that nothing happened to me,
and that I am not filled with regret.
No appreciation for the grief I feel,
not grief over him or our marriage, all in a blur,
grief because part of my soul has died,
and grief because I let it occur.
No one to listen to my feelings,
or hear the words spoken from my heart.
Embarrassment is their reaction,
they turn away from me with a start.
Why can't they realize that at this time in my life,
no response or advice is needed.
My longing, please someone hear my voice,
know my world at the moment, alone and empty, unheeded.
So alone and filled with emptiness,
no one here to comfort me today,
hold me in their arms, give me a hug,
whisper in my ear, things are going to be okay.
Weary of starting my life over.
Dusting myself off, moving on, no control.
Smiling, pain and doubt still there,
making their home in my heart and soul.
Beaten so far down this time, I'm defeated,
struggling to find my way through debris.
As I take a step forward,
pain and doubt come back to visit me.
Weary of taking care of myself,
hear my plea; take care of me for now.
Tired of making decisions alone,
come be with me as much as time will allow.
Others do not understand, my friend.
They think I should move on and forget.
Pretend that nothing happened to me,
and that I am not filled with regret.
No appreciation for the grief I feel,
not grief over him or our marriage, all in a blur,
grief because part of my soul has died,
and grief because I let it occur.
No one to listen to my feelings,
or hear the words spoken from my heart.
Embarrassment is their reaction,
they turn away from me with a start.
Why can't they realize that at this time in my life,
no response or advice is needed.
My longing, please someone hear my voice,
know my world at the moment, alone and empty, unheeded.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
God's Work
Biblical Quotes:
Cast your cares upon the Lord, for he cares about you. I Peter 5:7
Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God. Job 37:14
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5,6
God works in mysterious ways,
His glorious work never done.
He is with us each step we blaze,
as we walk the pathway of life, my son.
His voice is loud and clear,
as His words speak to each of us.
If we only listen and hear,
His words without a fuss.
He accepts us just as we are,
loves us, as the children of God.
Never judging, always forgiving from afar,
guiding us through our facade.
He hears our voice as we pray
simple words, asking Him to forgive us.
Guide us, take away our fears today,
help us to become a success.
When dreadful things happen in our life,
they test of our faith in Him.
Without faith in God there is strife
and the light that is Him will surely dim.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Cast your cares upon the Lord, for he cares about you. I Peter 5:7
Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God. Job 37:14
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5,6
God works in mysterious ways,
His glorious work never done.
He is with us each step we blaze,
as we walk the pathway of life, my son.
His voice is loud and clear,
as His words speak to each of us.
If we only listen and hear,
His words without a fuss.
He accepts us just as we are,
loves us, as the children of God.
Never judging, always forgiving from afar,
guiding us through our facade.
He hears our voice as we pray
simple words, asking Him to forgive us.
Guide us, take away our fears today,
help us to become a success.
When dreadful things happen in our life,
they test of our faith in Him.
Without faith in God there is strife
and the light that is Him will surely dim.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Memories (Palindrome/Mirrored Poetry)
written by Sylvia
Treasured memories
recollected affectionately.
Sad, happy, joyous events.
Reflections of spirit,
endlessly imprinting soul.
Reproduced foregone impressions,
spontaneous reminiscence,
commemorative remembrance.
- Memories -
Remembrance commemorative,
spontaneous reminiscence,
impressions forgone reproduced.
Soul imprinting endlessly,
Spirit of reflections.
Events joyous, happy, sad,
affectionately recollected,
Treasured memories.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
Treasured memories
recollected affectionately.
Sad, happy, joyous events.
Reflections of spirit,
endlessly imprinting soul.
Reproduced foregone impressions,
spontaneous reminiscence,
commemorative remembrance.
- Memories -
Remembrance commemorative,
spontaneous reminiscence,
impressions forgone reproduced.
Soul imprinting endlessly,
Spirit of reflections.
Events joyous, happy, sad,
affectionately recollected,
Treasured memories.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
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