poetry

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Excerpt from Off the Train of Morrow
by LuCxeed

Is Past a past
or a ghost?
Mind of Time, haunted,
disturbed, confused,
cannot think, nor rest...

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From the book: Love’s Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on

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Chuckles from the Top of Everest
by LuCxeed

Love delivers kisses aplenty
so does lust or affection
so does scheme or infatuation
so does courtesy or flirtation

chuckles from the top of Everest
laughing at the rest
of romance fled
as Daylight brooms the bedroom

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From pages 19 & 20 of the book: Love’s Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on

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Soldier’s Engagement Ring
by LuCxeed

I’ll be gone to the battlefield
Don’t cry, my darling
Just return to me our engagement ring

I’ll be gone to the battlefield
Don’t cry. Don’t cry, my darling
Just return to me our engagement ring

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From pages 53 & 54 of the upcoming book: Love’s Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.

There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last -
That Time long past.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Over Earth and Ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

"A simple truth, 'to make sure everyone, alive, makes it home' (as a soldier shouted out), has been debated by many on and on..." Following is excerpt from "He Fell", poem inspired by a true story. Poet: .D. LuCxeed (www.loves-footsteps.com) -
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To snatch life out of the steel teeth of Death, he fell.
Have you, Heaven’s Grace, heard him?
Jason Dunham, a handsome heart above Hell,
- I want to make sure everyone, alive,
makes it home.

"Son, home is calling you, Jason Dunham."
"Young man, motherland needs you home."
To snatch life out of the steel teeth of Death, he fell,
down into the bosom of somber deserts.
Mourning mountains toll the bell.
...

*music by calpomatt

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

- William Blake

I love the stillness of the wood:
I love the music of the rill:
I love to couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill. -

Scarce heard, beneath you arching trees,
The silver-crested ripples pass;
And, like a mimic brook, the breeze
Whispers among the grass. -

Here from the world I win release,
Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude,
Break in to mar the holy peace
Of this great solitude. -

- Lewis Carroll

Happy Mother's Day to mothers and mothers-would-be everywhere!

"Mother is such a miraculous honor.
Give life to a child. Give birth to Tomorrow.
Nurture a seed into a tree, upright.
Nurture a wholesome soul into a future hero.

Honor of honors,
as an extraordinary mother."

Excerpt from a poem in the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by LuCxeed, www.loves-footsteps.com.
*music by Koen Paulissen

A deep below the deep,
And a height beyond the height!
Our hearing is not hearing,
And our seeing is not sight.

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

- William Shakespeare

www.loves-footsteps.com
"Love speaks for Romance, Love speaks more for Compassion." Following is an excerpt from the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" (poet LuCxeed), an inspirational & motivational gift book -

I search for Love’s footsteps,
as many do,
scattered along the pageless B.C.,
between the lines of modern times,
into future history dotted on silicon chips,
stretching in an infinite space.
...

*music by Moolkye

Excerpt from a poem in the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by LuCxeed, an inspirational & motivational gift book, www.loves-footsteps.com -

Is Past a past
or a ghost?
Mind of Time, haunted,
disturbed, confused,
cannot think, nor rest...
...

*music by Nemo

When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute: --
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Excerpt from a poem (inspired by a true story) in the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by .D. LuCxeed, an inspirational & motivational gift book, www.loves-footsteps.com -

Giant White
Mirrors moonlight,
Encircled by Frontier of Blue.
Air is crystal. Sound sealed by icy glue.

Little spots, round and shallow,
Scatter over the snow.
Footprints loyally follow
The soulful, tiny shadow.
...

*music by tdcollins

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

- Lord Byron

Poet: .D. LuCxeed in solitude, poem inspired by a true story, in the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on", www.loves-footsteps.com -
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Inside, withered, is blood of life.
Outside, like a river, flow tears of grief,
From the cry of an unborn child for his father,
From the cry of an eight-month pregnant
Woman for her unwed husband.
Coffin's almost failed to bear... but wept,
Hiding beneath the draped flag, also wet.
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(Footnote to the poem "Cry of an Unborn Son beside a Flag-Draped Coffin": "to save a soldier's life is to save a father for his child, spare a widow's cry, give back a family's future light.")

*music by calpomatt

With a half-glance upon the sky
At night he said, ‘The wanderings
Of this most intricate Universe
Teach me the nothingness of things.’
Yet could not all creation pierce
Beyond the bottom of his eye.

He spake of beauty: that the dull
Saw no divinity in grass,
Life in dead stones, or spirit in air;
Then looking as ’twere in a glass,
He smooth’d his chin and sleek’d his hair,
And said the earth was beautiful.

- Alfred Lord Tennyson